"Whizz!" The sniper bullet roared out, carrying Luo Zheng's worry and anger, screeching through the Void like a War God thundering down from beyond the heavens, bearing an unmatched will to fight, and instantly hitting its target, sending a spray of blood into the air as the target fell, disappearing without a trace. Suddenly, quiet descended around them.
Luo Zheng's stern gaze swept the surroundings, no one else tried to climb up to the roof anymore, the eerie silence was heart-pounding. Luo Zheng pricked up his ears to listen, no noise of a crowd, no footsteps, no sounds of bolt actions, and especially no gunshots or explosions— it was as if there had been no battle at all. He knew in his heart that this was the calm before the storm.
"Brothers, be careful," Luo Zheng whispered, his eyes burning with intensity as he continuously scanned the area. His hand gripping the sniper rifle tightened even more, and his eyes narrowed dangerously into slits, his muscles taut, ready to fire a lethal shot at any mont.
It was too quiet; aside from the wind, there was only their breathing. The atmosphere was enough to make one's nerves fray. Luo Zheng's expression was as solid as iron, his forehead covered in sweat, droplets rolling down his sword-like eyebrows, blending the paint of his face with the sweat.
The imminent danger could erupt at any ti, the waiting agonizing and indescribable. Luo Zheng coolly suggested in a low voice, "The enemy is definitely gathering strength, once they burst forth, it will be earth-shattering. We can't just defend; does anyone have any suggestions?"
"If worse cos to worst, we jump off the city wall. If we managed to infiltrate this ti, we can do it again. Avoid their sharp edge and choose another day to fight," Ghost Hand coldly suggested.
They leaned against the city wall, which was only two ters high—a manageable barrier to cross. But what then? Luo Zheng was sure they would face a massive manhunt; there was no escape, and the outco still looked grim. Moreover, if they could sneak in next ti... After a wait, seeing no better suggestions, he said, "How about we collapse the buildings in front so the enemy can't co close, and fight them in a defensive battle?"
"Do we need to go downstairs?" Snow Leopard asked.
"No need, stay on the roof. It's best to have the high ground. If things get too bad, we'll jump off the city wall and retreat—but it's not the last stand yet," Luo Zheng spoke quietly, then suddenly his peripheral vision caught soone sneaking a peek onto the roof. Luo Zheng swiftly shifted his rifle barrel and decisively pulled the trigger. Even if he missed, it would scare them off; the enemy must not scout the situation on the roof.
"Snow Leopard, collect everyone's grenades and act as our bombardier; I'll take your spot," Lan Xue suddenly suggested, "We finally infiltrated this place, it would be a pity to withdraw now. Don't give up until the very end. The enemy hasn't launched a decent attack in so long, I suspect they're low on manpower."
"Huh?" Everyone was taken aback, suddenly enlightened. Luo Zheng also secretly admired her—Lan Xue was indeed an experienced old team leader with exceptional command abilities in the face of the enemy. He still had much to learn, but he wasn't disheartened and said coldly, "Brothers, it's all or nothing, victory hinges on this battle."
"Attack." They all began to unpin their grenades and put them aside. Almost simultaneously, people started climbing onto the roof again. They all opened fire, taking accurate shots at any visible targets, while Snow Leopard hurried over, collected all the grenades, and then ran back. Whenever there was a sign of danger, he threw a grenade there.
"Pupupu!" Luo Zheng switched to the Type 95 assault rifle, continuously firing bursts at visible targets. His expression was as deep as the sea, his gaze sharp as a knife. Spent cartridges cheerfully ejected from the chamber, clattering to the ground. Bullets whistled through the air, carrying Luo Zheng's endless intent to kill, one shot after another. The Type 95 assault rifle resembled an angry machine gun in continuous fire, terrifying in its power.
"Boom boom boom!" Snow Leopard kept throwing grenades, causing a series of explosive blasts, terrifying in their power.
The enemy's sudden attack was quickly suppressed by everyone. Luo Zheng coldly surveyed the surroundings while reloading his empty magazines. This defensive consumption of bullets was too rapid. His cold gaze noticed that the enemy wasn't making another push. He tensed in surprise and suspicion. If it were him commanding, there would be no reason for such a simplistic attack. Where was the mortar? The RPG? Any one of them could have caused considerable trouble. Could it be that Wolf King was out of resources?
As he pondered, Lan Xue's voice reached his ears, "The situation is odd. Why isn't the enemy using heavy firepower? Judging by the montum of their attack just now, there weren't more than twenty people. Could it really be that Wolf King has no one left by his side?"
Luo Zheng's gaze turned toward the direction from which the enemy had attacked, the central area of the castle. Several rooms there were slightly larger. He wondered if that could be Wolf King's dwelling place? But without any evidence to support this guess, Luo Zheng didn't dare to use it as a reference for tactical decisions and said, "What about splitting forces? I'll stay here to draw the enemy's attention, while you split into two groups, flanking both sides."
"That's possible, be careful," Lan Xue agreed after a brief hesitation. Her expression turned cold, and in a low voice, she ordered, "Snow Leopard and I will form one team, leave the grenades. Mountain Eagle, Ghost Hand, you take the left side. Move out."
"Yes." Everyone imdiately sprang into action, quickly moving to flank both sides. Luo Zheng dashed to where the grenades were piled, picked up a grenade from the roof, and threw it toward the suspected enemy hiding spots to attract their attention, providing cover fire for his teammates on the flanks.
"Boom boom!" Two grenades exploded, sending red flas skyrocketing and smoke quickly spreading. Wolf King's n showed no reaction, which deepened Luo Zheng's suspicions. He swiftly moved to the roof's edge, and from the corner of his eye, he suddenly spotted a figure darting into the building ahead, too fast to be certain.
Just to be safe, Luo Zheng quickly tossed five grenades through the window into the opposite room, "Boom!" The house collapsed, and two dark figures burst out. Luo Zheng's eyes narrowed, he quickly drew his pistol and fired several shots.
"Pupupu!" The suppressed pistol fired rapidly, knocking one dark figure to the ground, while the other staggered and fell, but responded quickly. Shot, the figure rolled and swiftly got up, disappearing into the alleyway.
The house collapsed, and Luo Zheng's field of vision widened. A spark of inspiration struck him, and he threw grenades towards other adjacent rooms. Another house collapsed; such mud houses were inherently unstable and couldn't withstand the shockwave of several grenades exploding at once.
When Luo Zheng threw grenades into the third house, he saw three figures rushing out, moving incredibly fast. They dashed into an alleyway, disappearing in an instant. Right after, a massive explosion followed; the house collapsed. Luo Zheng was taken aback, not expecting the enemy to have approached his position so silently, his expression as grave as ice.
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