The missile hangs like an invisible sword above, making Luo Zheng extrely apprehensive. Discovering the enemy must be resolved as quickly as possible, unable to get bogged down in a stalemate, or else face aerial strikes. Hardly winning the opponent, the troops can't even clean the battlefield or rest, needing to evacuate imdiately, otherwise they will also face missile attacks. Delaying withdrawal, even slightly, won't work. This battle is quite difficult to fight, and now a formidable small unit has appeared, making Luo Zheng even more cautious. Without understanding the opponent's identity, future battles will be tough.
Before long, the guard troop arrived. Luo Zheng looked up, vaguely seeing two brothers dragging soone along, almost dragging them, while another followed behind carrying equipnt. Luo Zheng suspiciously stepped forward to greet them. The two brothers saw Luo Zheng, threw the captive onto the ground, and the other handed over the equipnt they confiscated.
Luo Zheng took it and looked—a helt-mounted Single Soldier Night Vision Goggles with a powerful thermal imaging function helping soldiers observe in complete darkness, radio, handheld computer, mine detector, rangefinder, infrared sight, finger-sized laser Friend-or-Foe Identifier, miniature laser rangefinder, and other tools, all world-class single-soldier equipnt. Luo Zheng's expression slightly changed, quickly checking them, finding everything in the off state, he sighs in relief.
These things can easily expose everyone's position; fortunately, they are turned off. At this mont, the brother carrying equipnt takes out a lightweight laser designator rangefinder. This is a portable, modular target positioning and indication system; its main components include target location module, laser designator module, battery, and tripod. The LLDR supports direct fire, indirect fire, and laser-guided munitions, etc.
Seeing this, Luo Zheng imdiately understood. This is a search unit using the Lightweight Laser Designator Rangefinder for reconnaissance. As soon as valuable targets are found, information is imdiately transmitted for precision-guided missile attacks—very terrifying. Once targeted, it will never miss.
"How many sets are usable?" Luo Zheng asked his brother heavily.
"Only this one set, everything else is destroyed. If not for injuring this person, this set might not even be here." The brother hurriedly explained.
Luo Zheng nodded, looked at the unconscious enemy on the ground, and said, "It's good to have one set. This equipnt must be well preserved; it's all cutting-edge weapons technology and has significant research value. It might even accelerate the country's military technology developnt pace. Xue Er, you are responsible for guarding it. Wake him up."
"Yes." A brother agreed.
The prisoner quickly woke up. Luo Zheng squatted down, coldly staring at him, saw he was a white man, eyes full of angry killing intent—obviously a tough nut to crack—so he coldly said, "You're captured, do you have anything to say?"
"Shoot if you've got the guts, bastard." The opponent shouted coldly.
Luo Zheng remained unmoved, noticing nothing on the opponent's neck—surprised: Sam Country military personnel have dog tags indicating identity information and number for easy identification. When soone dies, who knows who they are? With dog tags, the problem doesn't exist. Only secret units don't wear dog tags, preventing identity exposure upon capture. This one fights well and has no dog tag—obviously not simple.
"Interesting, we're all soldiers; I won't make it difficult for you. Tell , how do you wish to die?" Luo Zheng said coldly, standing up. This kind of person is tough as nails; interrogation is almost ineffective unless spending a lot of ti, and Luo Zheng is currently lacking ti.
"Just make it accurate, do it." The opponent said coldly, words carrying a trace of gratitude. On the battlefield, once captured, chances for survival are slim; dying without torture is also a kind of happiness.
"Alright." Luo Zheng replied, glanced at a brother who understood the hint, and nodded, grabbing the captive from the ground, removing their helt, and shouted, "Co on, I'll find you a spot."
"Wait." Luo Zheng saw the opponent's hair shaved like a pot lid; his face drastically changed, quickly stopping the brother's actions, suspiciously looking at the opponent. His expression grew grim, eyes full of murderous intent, and the tone grew colder, "Are you from the Pot Lid Head Special Warfare Group?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." The opponent said coldly.
Luo Zheng's intuition was incredibly sharp, detecting the opponent's emotional panic—though well-disguised, it was still revealed within the tone. His expression turned cold, and he harshly said, "Patch him up, knock him out, and take him with us. We might need him later; didn't expect till now an old rival, quite an encounter, no wonder."
"Yes." The brother answered, knife-hand chopped the opponent into unconsciousness, dragged him aside, and started dressing his wounds, ergency kits taken from the opponent's military pack.
"What's the situation?" Hook asked in confusion, softly.
"Pot Lid Head Special Warfare Group, the most fierce unit of Sam Country, one person can take down hundreds of you. No wonder the guard troop failed the ambush, two escaped; encountering Pot Lid Head wasn't your guard troop's fault. Without grenades, without nightti visibility, the likely failure was yours." Luo Zheng seriously explained.
"So formidable?" Hook curiously asked.
"They have Night Vision Device. Using guns makes you no match—more going in is suicide. Luckily, during the ambush, using grenades directly, a grenade explosion produces dazzling light; they're blinded wearing Night Vision Goggles, rendering combat ineffective. So half were knocked out during the ambush; later, exchanging fire would be disadvantageous to you. Fortunately, tactics changed tily, continuing grenade attacks, or else big trouble." Luo Zheng solemnly analyzed.
"So that's the case." Hook realized, solemnly said, "These people shouldn't be a lot, right?"
"Rest assured, there won't be many." Luo Zheng quickly comforted to prevent Hook from worrying too much and being hesitant in future combat. He glanced at the unconscious captive, furrowed his brow in thought. After a while, seeing the captive's injuries already treated, said, "Hook, let's go, quickly withdraw back."
Hook agreed and went to command the troops. Lan Xue quietly said in Huaxia language, "Didn't think Pot Lid Head showed up here. Is it because they have detected our involvent or pure coincidence? Pot Lid Head Special Warfare Group isn't easy to deal with; we need to adjust tactical deploynt appropriately. How many such squads do you think there might be?"
"Hard to say. Deploying Pot Lid Head Special Warfare Group for target reconnaissance and guiding missile attacks clearly shows the enemy's resolve—won't stop until Hook Tribe is eliminated. Pot Lid Head encountering small units can easily consu them, calling ard helicopter air support if the scale is bigger, imdiately calling missiles upon valuable encounter. Under this tactic, Hook Tribe's people won't hold for long." Luo Zheng solemnly analyzed in a low voice.
"Then what should we do?" Lan Xue asked worriedly.
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