The beasts and birds in the dense forest around a certain canyon in the vast prival woods had long been scared away by the fierce battle. The blazing sun beat down on the earth. The forest was deathly quiet; even the sound of wind in the leaves seed to have disappeared. Only one unit was silently advancing, eyes alert, steps slow, no one speaking, adding a touch of eeriness to this silent battlefield.
The canyon entrance had already been blasted into a ss by missiles, leaving a huge crater. Other than that, no one was in sight. Trenches and foxholes had been filled in by the dirt thrown up by the explosions; only vague outlines remained. The unit walked to the edge of the trenches and stared warily at the scene, all of them growing excited, as if they were seeing the arrival of victory.
In the crowd, Jackson pushed aside the others and strode forward, his wary gaze toward the front now tinged with expectation and surprise. Under the terrifying power of the missiles, no one could have survived. Thinking of his great vengeance about to be repaid, Jackson couldn't help but look up at the sky, take a deep breath and shout excitedly, "Leave one unit behind to clean up the battlefield, the rest keep pushing forward. Try to take the enemy's lair before dark."
"Yes, sir." The Majors standing ready around him answered excitedly upon hearing the order and imdiately went to deploy.
The situation on the battlefield was clear at a glance; not a single person could be seen. The Major figured they'd all been buried inside the trenches and there wasn't much to clean up, so he left just one platoon to conduct a token search while the others advanced in good order. Once he'd finished arranging things, the Major caught up with Jackson and said in a low voice, "Your Excellency Commander-in-Chief, we didn't see a single enemy. This is a bit strange. Could they really all be buried in the trenches?"
"Are you trying to remind the enemy isn't on the battlefield, or that there are fish that slipped through the net?" Jackson's expression turned grim as he frowned and countered, his gaze toward the front growing more cautious. Several failures had given Jackson a kind of instinctive dread of Luo Zheng.
"Our missile strike ca suddenly; the enemy shouldn't have detected it in ti to withdraw. It's just…why don't we see any bodies? That's not normal. There should be one or two lying outside at least, right?" the Major analyzed in bewildernt.
"Enough. Drop it right here, or I'll charge you with shaking the troops' morale. We're on the verge of a major battle; even if the enemy has pulled out, so what? We'll just rush up and kill them." Jackson's face went cold as he stared at the Major and lowered his voice. His heart was beating hard too. If the enemy really had run, didn't that an the missile strike had been in vain? More importantly, if this situation spread through the canyon, it would greatly affect troop morale.
The Major also realized he'd made a misstep. He hurriedly nodded in apology and said, "Your Excellency Commander-in-Chief, I'll go to the front and lead the search. Do you have any instructions?"
"Although our satellites and Single Soldier Radars haven't detected any ambush in the passage ahead, caution never hurts. Go." Jackson said coldly.
The Major answered, then rushed to the front of the column, sent a platoon charging ahead to conduct reconnaissance and open the way, while he himself followed a hundred ters behind with a company in order to support at any ti.
The trench line under the canyon passage ahead was deathly still. Everyone continued to hug the ground, waiting, fully prepared for combat. Ti ticked by second by second. Everyone's faces were slick with sweat. Beads slid down from their foreheads onto their eyebrows; a shake of the head and they fell, only for more beads to slide down. Their palms gripping their weapons were slick with sweat as well.
After quite a while, just as everyone was growing anxious, Mountain Eagle, who was responsible for observation, suddenly said quietly, "Brothers, the enemy's coming up. A platoon in front is handling recon, with the main force following behind. They're keeping about a hundred ters between front and rear. The recon platoon in front is advancing in a search formation and looks pretty alert."
At the news that the enemy was here, everyone's expressions instantly relaxed. The tension of waiting was swept away, replaced by excitent. All eyes turned to Luo Zheng. Luo Zheng did not issue an attack order; instead he crawled up, poked his head out to observe, saw the sa situation Mountain Eagle had reported, then quickly ducked back down and signaled Mountain Eagle to get down and hide as well.
The strong enemy was at hand, and Luo Zheng's actions aroused everyone's curiosity. They all started guessing his intent when Luo Zheng's voice ca through the earpieces: "Lan Xing, keep a close watch on enemy movents and report the distance at all tis."
"Roger." Lan Xing's voice ca over the earpieces.
Hearing this, everyone imdiately understood. If they got up too early, they might be detected by the enemy's Single Soldier Radar. Better to stay hidden on the ground and use Lan Xing's reconnaissance to grasp the enemy situation, then rise up when the ti was right and hit the enemy off guard. They all couldn't help but grin.
Before long, Lan Xing's voice sounded in the earpieces: "Report, enemy vanguard is at three hundred ters, following main force at four hundred ters."
"Report again when the enemy vanguard is at one hundred ters." Luo Zheng's voice sounded in the earpieces.
When everyone heard Luo Zheng planned to let the enemy co within a hundred ters before attacking, they all grinned excitedly, without a trace of panic or worry. They silently adjusted their breathing, steeling themselves for the coming battle and quietly waited. The trench remained silent. After a while, Lan Xing's reminder ca: "Vanguard at one hundred ters. Follow-on troops are about one hundred ters behind."
"Report again at fifty ters." Luo Zheng's calm voice sounded once more in the earpieces.
Fifty ters was already very dangerous; with the slightest mistake the enemy could charge up and engage in close combat. Everyone looked at Luo Zheng in puzzlent. Luo Zheng remained perfectly calm as he explained, "The enemy's vanguard is only a platoon, not many people. Let them in and we can wipe them out with a counterstrike. The main thing is to let the troops behind co in. Don't rush it."
Everyone thought it over and agreed. A platoon was only a few dozen n; they had plenty of people on their side, and it would be a sudden attack. What was there to be afraid of? Smiles appeared all around. After a mont, Lan Xing's reminder ca again: the enemy had reached the designated position. Luo Zheng's face hardened, a powerful fighting spirit suddenly flaring. He looked coldly at the others.
The opportunity had appeared. Everyone's eyes also filled with killing intent as they looked to Luo Zheng, gaze firm. Luo Zheng nodded slightly and pressed his voice down coldly: "Hook, your n take the recon unit in front. Ghost Hand, Snow Leopard, you two target the troops behind and shoot. Mountain Eagle, your n are responsible for sniping their heavy weapons and Commander. Kill!"
"Kill!" Everyone roared as one, scrambling up from the trench, throwing themselves against the parapet. Cold gun barrels shoved aside the camouflage on top of the trench, aid at the front, locked on their targets, and fingers squeezed the triggers.
"Bang bang bang, rat-tat-tat!" Countless gunshots erupted almost simultaneously, bullets roaring toward their targets with sky-piercing killing intent, as if countless Death Gods had suddenly crawled up from underground, grinning viciously as they pounced on the enemy and tore away their lives. It was terrifying to the extre.
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