Every decision on the battlefield is a matter of life and death, not to be taken lightly or with hesitation. Luo Zheng looked at his brothers rushing forward and the approaching Hook Tribe's Ard with a heavy heart. Torn between expanding the victory or trusting his instincts that had saved him countless tis, Luo Zheng chose his instincts. After all, lost victories can be fought for again, but lost lives are gone forever.
Thinking of this, Luo Zheng's urgency grew. Suddenly, he saw the retreating enemy ahead jumping into a trench to hide. The trench wasn't deep, but it provided complete cover. Taken aback, he quickly shouted, "Brothers, stop the pursuit! Retreat quickly!"
Everyone was aggressively pursuing and fighting, exhilarated. Upon hearing the command, they hesitated montarily, but trusting Luo Zheng and accustod to obeying orders on the battlefield, they stopped, turned around, and ran. The enemies who had concealed themselves wanted to shoot back, but more of their own people rushed in, blocking the firing lines, shouting for everyone to disperse. But the canyon path wasn't large, and as the troops retreated in panic, there was no room to scatter.
The retreating enemy blocked their counterattack, allowing Luo Zheng and his n to quickly retreat, running as fast as they could towards the original hiding trench. Luo Zheng glanced back at the enemy who hadn't caught up and shouted calmly, "Keep retreating, pull away, and take all supplies and our wounded brothers."
"Yes." Everyone responded hesitantly and rushed into the trench to help, rescuing the buried brothers and swiftly leaving with all the equipnt.
The team continued running and retreating. Although unclear about Luo Zheng's decision, no one questioned it, as past experiences had proven Luo Zheng's decisions right. Minutes later, hearing the roar of helicopters coming from the rear sky made everyone turn in shock, seeing three ard helicopters appearing.
"How far to the next trench ahead?" Luo Zheng suddenly understood the source of his unease and shouted.
"About a kiloter left," Captain Li shouted.
A kiloter was far; they wouldn't reach before the helicopters caught up. Annoyed, Luo Zheng shouted, "Leave RPGs and heavy machine guns, retreat fast with everything else."
"Yes." Ghost Hand and Snow Leopard roared, paused, found cover to build anti-air defenses, while others sprinted forward, knowing that in such tis, staying would only cause more deaths and trouble for the rear guard.
Luo Zheng also stopped, looking at the roaring helicopters, shouting, "Heavy machine guns, switch to special ammo and aim well, knock these bastards out of the sky." At this mont, Luo Zheng was filled with hatred towards the enemy helicopters, his anger like fire, wishing he could turn into a rocket and fly into the enemy craft.
"We can't last long like this," Lan Xue reminded grimly.
"Hmm, it's no use; our anti-air capabilities are too weak. We must improve them quickly, or we'll always be suppressed by the enemy." Luo Zheng coldly said.
"Tatatata!" The heavy machine guns roared, forming a fiery dragon reaching for the skies, as if an angry giant dragon in fury.
The helicopters quickly climbed to avoid the bullets, and the machine gunners raised their shooting angles to track and fire at the pursuing helicopters. The helicopters continued to ascend and spread out, wary of the ten heavy machine guns firing at them. The RPGs couldn't reach; Snow Leopard angrily cursed.
Seeing the enemy helicopters climbed higher, pursuing ahead, Luo Zheng shouted, "Brothers, chase them and attack; don't let the enemy carry out their attack."
"Whoosh!" As soon as the words fell, Luo Zheng saw a helicopter firing a missile, panicking, he shouted, "Hook, lie down, quickly tell them to lie down."
Before Hook could relay the command, the missile hit the ground, erupting into a massive fireball, countless people blasted away, limbs scattered, casualties horrific, smoke billowing, as if demons were sneering. Luo Zheng saw this scene, eyes bloodshot, bellowing, "Snow Leopard, chase them, attack."
"Yes." Snow Leopard shouted angrily, leading the troops to retreat, attempting to close the gap with the enemy helicopters.
But the enemy helicopters were crafty, aware they faced heavy machine guns and RPGs. While these air defenses weren't very threatening, they didn't want the hassle of evading. After firing a missile, they quickly ascended and distanced themselves. This way, RPGs had no place to be used, even heavy machine guns couldn't reach, frustrating everyone into yelling, with Luo Zheng's face turning livid, shouting, "Quick, speed up retreat, move to the next trench!"
"Yes." Everyone angrily shouted, sprinting forward.
The enemy helicopters beca sneaky, flying only at high altitudes, completely out of range of the heavy machine guns. After adjusting the angle, a helicopter launched another missile, screeching terrifyingly in the void, like the Death God. Upon landing, it exploded with a loud boom, devouring countless lives.
"Damn!" Luo Zheng saw this scene, gritting his steel teeth, helpless, his hardened face turned pale, eyes seem to bleed, accelerating forward with a roar, "Throw away unnecessary things, speed up retreat, quick!"
"Yes." Everyone shouted, throwing away their baggage. Lost items can be looted again, but lost people are gone forever. They ran forward without looking back, facing the enemy aircraft's high-altitude bombardnt in an open canyon, with no better option than to run.
"Boom!" Another loud explosion sounded, the terrifying missile once again knocked countless to the ground, rcilessly swallowing lives. So injured were rolling on the ground, writhing in painful screams, with others rushing up to help.
The canyon beca a death passage; missiles devastated the ground troops' lives rcilessly. Everyone gnashed their steel teeth in disbelief but helplessly suppressed their rage, rushing wildly forward. Fortunately, the kiloter wasn't far, and they finally reached the third trench line.
The trench was already manned, seeing incoming helicopters, they aid their RPGs, launching attacks. Unfortunately, helicopters were too distant for the rockets to reach, only causing harassnt. Another missile was launched, carrying ominous death over the void, chilling to the bone.
"Quick, lie down." Luo Zheng saw the incoming missile and roared, heart bleeding. The short kiloter beca a deathline, nearly half were killed or injured. Though trained to avoid missile attacks, losses were among Hook Tribe mbers, but they were also brothers fighting together.
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