Gunshots, battle cries, screams twisted together into a symphony of death. Almost every second soone was getting killed. Cold, razor‑sharp blades flashed and danced, spitting out a terrifying chill under the sun. Ruthless, horrifying bullets flickered through the air like strips of Death Sentences. In this mont, it all ca down to willpower, to blood‑soaked courage, to fighting like you didn't care whether you lived or died.
The Sam Country troops were fighting for honor and survival. Their formation was a ss, but no one backed down. The Hook Tribe was fighting to defend their holand. They had nowhere to retreat. The two forces tore into each other, churning up gales of blood‑rain, scarlet spray flying everywhere. Luo Zheng hacked two enemies to the ground, then quickly swept a glance over the battlefield. They had already fought their way into the middle of the enemy formation. The enemy artillery was right up ahead. His heart leapt and he roared, "Destroy the guns, kill—!"
"Kill!" Ghost Hand, Snow Leopard, Mountain Eagle and the others right behind Luo Zheng also let out furious roars of a do‑or‑die charge. The voices blended into one, as if they had so kind of magic, instantly boosting the Hook Guard's morale. Their heavy footsteps suddenly felt lighter as they rushed up in pursuit.
"Charge for —!" Hook roared. When the ammo in his weapon ran dry, he tossed it to the ground, rolled forward, smoothly scooped up an assault rifle, dropped to one knee, took aim at the front and raked it with fire, cutting down an enemy who was trying to launch an RPG. He kicked off hard and his body shot forward again.
The guards were one in a thousand—absolutely loyal to Hook, and with extraordinary skill and ferocity. Luo Zheng and the others' fighting style had their adrenaline surging. Howling, they charged and struck like mad, facing the enemy's bullets with their chests, fearless in their suicidal assault.
"Grenades." Luo Zheng, leading at the front, roared. His whole body was sared with enemy blood, his eyes blood‑red, gasping for breath, like a War God descended. His domineering aura exploded to the max. He ripped two grenades off his gear, pulled the pins, and hurled them at a pile of shells.
His roar snapped Ghost Hand and the others to attention. They all yanked out grenades and hurled them hard at the distant artillery. Just then, Luo Zheng, sprinting full tilt at the front, suddenly bellowed, "Down!" He dove forward like a tiger, hit the dirt, wrapped his hands over his head, curled into a ball and went completely still.
The others also dropped prone. Even Hook, just catching up, instinctively hit the deck while shouting for his n to get down. Before the entire guard had dropped, a string of explosions rolled out like a Demon roaring, blasting up pillars of red light. Then a thunderous boom shook the entire earth. The artillery shells had been triggered by the grenades.
A massive red cloud erupted, punching straight up through the forest canopy, smoke and dust billowing. The shockwave flung everyone within more than ten ters into the air. Shrapnel whirled in all directions, thudding into tree trunks with dull cracks. Many people had hands, feet, even chunks of their bodies sliced clean off by fragnts, blood geysering into the air. It was hellish.
"Boom boom boom!" Several more huge explosions went off, one after another. Everyone was stunned, heads snapping around. All they saw was blood‑red light shooting into the sky, people blown up by the shockwave, tumbling through the air—pure horror. The Sam Country soldiers' faces changed, completely forgetting to fire. The Hook Tribe's people, on the other hand, had their spirits soar as if they'd been shot up with hormones. Strength they'd lost suddenly flooded back. Howling, they charged and smashed forward, widening the kill zone.
The explosions went on for a full ten seconds before finally stopping. Luo Zheng, who had been hugging his head and plastered flat to the ground, slamd his hands down and sprang to his feet, roaring, "Charge with , kill—!"
"Kill—!" Ghost Hand, Snow Leopard, Mountain Eagle and the others howled in response, murderous intent blasting into the sky as if to pierce the heavens. Infinite battle‑lust burned like a blaze. They charged right behind Luo Zheng and Lan Xue, hacking their way in. Hook snapped out of it too—he wasn't about to waste a chance like this. Roaring, he led the Guard in a wild charge.
Ratatat, thump thump thump—assault rifles spat savage fire in all directions. Sam Country soldiers, still stunned by the explosions, went down in rows. Luo Zheng and the others hacked open a path at the front, blades flashing, bullets screaming. The unit was like a razor‑sharp sword, tearing the enemy ahead of them to shreds.
The Sam Country soldiers couldn't stand up to Luo Zheng's do‑or‑die assault. Their morale collapsed and they started to break. The n in front bolted to both sides, trying to dodge the oncoming slaughter. But how do you outrun bullets? The Guard sweeping up from behind simply hosed them down with wild fire.
Very soon, Luo Zheng felt the space ahead suddenly open up—no more enemies in front. He quickly scanned the area and saw the enemy had already pulled back a distance. Behind him the ground was carpeted with corpses. Just then a huge roar crashed over like thunder. He turned toward the sound and saw Samba, bare‑chested, an M9 combat knife in his hand that seed almost alive as it kept reaping enemies around him. His moves were clean, ruthless, lightning‑fast. He was about to hack his way through the enemy line as well.
"Good!" Luo Zheng roared in fierce delight. At that mont, Lan Xing's anxious warning suddenly crackled in his earpiece: "Bad, more enemies are closing in. The forest is packed with them—no idea how many, but definitely not fewer than a thousand."
"Got it." Luo Zheng's face went cold. He abandoned the idea of looping around to cut the enemy down from behind and expanding the victory. Instead he drove the unit forward in a fresh charge, shouting, "Hook, contact the troops and pull them off the field, execute the plan, move!"
"Understood!" Hook bellowed back.
The unit swept forward like the wind. The Sam Country soldiers had been scared witless and didn't dare pursue. After a flat‑out run of roughly three hundred ters, everyone stopped. Luo Zheng quickly turned to Hook and said, "Send n to bring the other troops in to link up. Brothers, build field fortifications on the spot, move."
"Yes." Ghost Hand and the others split into three elents, each taking a squad to hold one sector. Hook sent people to find the other units. Very soon, more Hook Tribe's Ard fighters rushed over to join up, and Hook went up to et them.
This kind of suicide‑style attack tactic was far from ideal, but Luo Zheng had no choice. The host nation had deployed its own troops and even thrown in fighters, which put imnse pressure on the Hook Tribe's Ard. If that pressure wasn't channeled right, it could shatter morale, even damage Hook's prestige—disastrous for future battles.
The best way to change all that was to go head‑to‑head with the enemy in a brutal fight and use a decisive victory to turn things around. Luo Zheng watched coldly as more and more n arrived to regroup, all of them keyed up, morale through the roof. He knew he'd done it, and finally let out the breath he'd been holding.
This battle hadn't just fought out prestige, it had fought out courage and raw heroism. Luo Zheng believed that after this engagent, the Hook Tribe's people would be far more confident and far less afraid of Sam Country forces. This fight was like a shot of adrenaline to the heart, blowing away the dark cloud of the host nation's intervention and their fighters joining the war.
"Bad news, the enemy suddenly launched a fierce attack from the east—ca in right away with helicopters and fighters. Their offensive is vicious. Requesting instructions." Captain Li's voice suddenly ca through the earpiece.
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