The pursuit force's attack on the cliff and valley floor was part of Luo Zheng's plan. Orders had long been issued through Hook to Samba, demanding that everyone hide in foxholes and stay concealed, even if it ant dying in there. Mountain Eagle was notified to drop all the remaining hundred plus Button Bombs in the middle of the valley, setting a huge trap to catch the enemy off guard. Luo Zheng decided to give the enemy a ruthless strike and make them hurt thoroughly.
Many hiding in the foxholes were shot by machine guns, but everyone rembered the orders, and nobody exposed themselves. People who have lived in this terrifying prival forest have developed strong willpower since childhood, and their endurance is exceptional. The additional two hundred ard personnel who attacked the hill also covered themselves in mud, dug foxholes, and hid well. They retreated ten minutes earlier, which was enough ti for them to dig foxholes.
As for the clay figures who previously ambushed, they had retreated to a kiloter away, on standby, ready to loop back once the fight started. Mountain Eagle stayed behind to command the battle. The summit and valley floor were inconvenient for hiding people, so everyone concealed themselves behind bizarre rocks on the mountainside, camouflaged with the environnt in their camouflage suits. The enemy only focused on the summit and valley, not realizing there were people hiding further up the slope.
The blazing sun shone down on the troops of Sam Country marching through the valley. The soldiers watched the front with stern expressions, keeping a perfect formation as they ran, their footfalls heavy. The captain worried that their opponents might escape, urging the troops to hasten the pursuit, quickly stepping into the ambush trap.
"Boom boom boom!" Suddenly, explosions rang out all over the formation, as if countless demons erged from hell roaring, blasting nearby people away, sending a shower of blood and flesh into the air. The screams followed one after another, terrifyingly, turning the once-safe valley into a Shura's Hell.
"Swish swish swish!" Countless arrows, like poisonous snakes, erged from the bushes, striking their targets precisely, leaving eerie shadows soaring through the void. The whizzing sound of arrows added to the chaos, leaving everyone further bewildered, with screams increasing by the mont.
"Ratatata!" Dense gunfire also erupted simultaneously, with two hundred streams of fire darting toward the enemy, rciless bullets drilling into their bodies, unleashing torrents of blood. Countless people were shot down on the ground.
The blasts of Button Bombs, the hovering of arrows, the screeching of bullets leaving chambers, and the dying screams of the hit interwove into a Death Symphony of the valley. Without any cover, defenses, or orders, the enemy was shocked, disoriented, and demoralized. Officers tried to organize resistance but were quickly sniped off, causing further chaos as the troops began to flee.
Over three hundred enemy soldiers were thoroughly stripped of their will to resist by three hundred Samba Tribe warriors, two hundred Hook Tribe's ard, and the Mountain Eagle Team. Such sudden occurrences left everyone unable to react in ti. The Button Bombs took down nearly half of them, followed by a barrage of arrows and random gunfire, leaving less than a hundred standing, all bearing arrow wounds, retreating in panic.
The troops were ordered not to pursue, a specific request from Luo Zheng. The arrows of the Samba Tribe had Golden Soup Poison on them, a toxin that causes wound decay, making healing impossible. The eventual death from blood loss would be excruciating, adding fear and stress to the enemy.
Warfare isn't only about killing on the battlefield; psychological pressure is also a tactic, impacting enemy morale and fighting spirit. The demoralization halved the enemy's combat effectiveness, and the survivors fled desperately. Everyone crawled out from the foxholes, covered in mud, like demons from hell, exuding terrifying killing intent.
At this mont, the dozen individuals who had passed earlier turned back, only to be gunned down amidst a flurry of random shots, as mbers of the Hook and Samba tribes scread in excitent, waving their weapons in victory, laughing wildly as the mud on their faces fell off, looking eerily comical.
Mountain Eagle led his n charging down the mountainside, shouting through the earpiece, "Battle's over, nearly a hundred escaped."
Receiving the news through the earpiece, Luo Zheng was overjoyed, directing Hook to connect with his own troops and clean the battlefield for evacuation. Hook exuberantly agreed.
A few minutes later, Luo Zheng and others returned to the valley with their forces, seeing the ground littered with bodies and stained with blood, while the warriors were gleefully muddy. Luo Zheng felt both amused and resigned, instructing, "Send a squad to the first ambush point. There's plenty of loot there, don't waste it, hurry."
"Got it, I'll send the ambush unit from before." Hook responded excitedly, urging the forest ambush unit to catch up and inspect.
Mountain Eagle approached Luo Zheng, excitent in his eyes, and said, "Great battle, thrilling."
"There won't be a next ti. Our n avoided enemy fire, stayed hidden in the foxholes, but quite a few were killed, right?" Luo Zheng said seriously, looking at Hook.
Hook called a few individuals for inquiries, then nodded to Luo Zheng, "Over thirty casualties, a necessary price for victory. Everyone understands; your plan led us to a great victory, with ample gains. We should celebrate with a drink."
"Sounds good, boosting morale isn't bad." Luo Zheng smiled, not refusing the suggestion. In the military, rewards and punishnts need clarity, and such a break could help relieve built-up stress—it's not wise to stay overly tense.
The battlefield in the valley was quickly cleaned, and after waiting for a while, the forest ambush squad returned, loaded with various supplies and equipnt. The forces regrouped and swiftly withdrew. The assault on the hill had wiped out over three hundred, lured out another five hundred, and the double ambush eradicated around four hundred, totaling near seven hundred enemy casualties. This was a huge victory, enough to disrupt any enemy plot.
On the way, Luo Zheng contacted Captain Li, learning the enemy showed no unusual movents, leaving him puzzled over their tactics, wondering whether to launch an offensive to dampen the enemy's arrogance. Seeing Luo Zheng deep in thought, Lan Xue softly asked in their native tongue, "What's on your mind?"
"I'm considering attacking the enemy proactively," Luo Zheng replied quietly.
"The south might be good. The enemy just suffered a defeat, their morale is low, and their numbers have decreased. A probing attack could work," Lan Xue thought aloud.
"Makes sense." Luo Zheng contemplated for a while, then spoke through the earpiece, "Brother Li, sorry to trouble you."
"If it's to cause trouble for the Sam Country, nothing would please more," Captain Li readily answered.
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