As night fell quickly, the large full moon hung high in the sky, lighting up the desert. The uneven dunes seed to be draped in a layer of silver, stunningly beautiful. The scorching temperature had also dropped, and a cool breeze made it much cooler. Luo Zheng knew the temperature would continue to fall. Glancing at the nearby piles of bedding and sleeping bags, he felt no worry at all. With these items, they were well-equipped to defend the castle for several days. If people took turns sleeping, Luo Zheng was confident they could confront the enemy even longer.
The cool moonlight illuminated the desert, casting long shadows on the dunes. Alternating light and darkness added a sense of mystery and fear to the ancient, desolate landscape. Luo Zheng glanced at the sparkling lake, which cast dazzling white light and reflected the beautiful, tranquil moon. He couldn't help but smile. The contaminated water source, which had been useless during the battle with the Wolf King, had unexpectedly proven useful against Sam Country's team. This was a classic case of one's actions backfiring.
As he pondered over these thoughts, Luo Zheng suddenly sensed sothing was amiss and hurried to search the area. However, he didn't spot any suspicious figures in the vast desert ahead. He sniffed the air, trying to detect any hint of danger, but in vain. The night air was as cold as a knife, revealing nothing.
In the below-freezing night, logic said that no one would launch an attack, but Luo Zheng didn't dare to be careless. After all, he had successfully infiltrated in such cold before - what was stopping Sam Country's team from doing the sa? With this thought, Luo Zheng quickly searched the ground. Soon after, he spotted sothing unusual and couldn't help but focus and laugh.
Sniper scope. So sand was lifted on the flat surface – soone was digging a trench for infiltration. Luo Zheng hadn't expected the enemy to use the sa thod of infiltration as him. If it weren't for the night vision capability of the micro-light aiming scope and his deliberate search, it would have been difficult to detect. Getting too close would complicate things.
Seeing this, a cold smirk appeared on Luo Zheng's lips. He estimated the distance—it was still over three hundred ters—and there was enough ti. He quickly said in a low voice through the earpiece, "Guys, the enemy is using the sa thod to infiltrate as us. Everyone, take your positions and don't move rashly. Keep a vigil. Xue Er, co over here."
"Yes," everyone responded in a low voice, their tone firm and strong, filled with an intense desire to fight. Under the moonlight, they resembled cheetahs poised to strike, ready to unleash their sharp claws at any mont.
Shortly after, Lan Xue, with her gun in hand, rushed over and quickly found a place to ambush. Under Luo Zheng's direction, she soon located the enemy. Her cold eyes flashed with disdain as she aid quickly. At that mont, Luo Zheng whispered, "The enemy is clustered together. Use incendiary bombs. I'll hit the front, you target the middle."
The enemy had ford a long line, almost blending into the surrounding environnt thanks to the sand covering them. However, due to their movent, the formation was still recognizable. Lan Xue acknowledged in a low voice, adjusting her aim. Focusing, breathing, she prepared for action, her icy gaze sharp and unmatched under the moonlight.
"Whoosh!" An incendiary bomb whistled through the air, tearing through the moonlit sky with a deadly brilliance that took one's breath away.
"Whoosh." Lan Xue also fired. The incendiary bomb emitted a shrieking sound, producing a devastating shockwave.
"Ah—!" Soone was hit, their body imdiately burst into flas as they crawled out of the trench, screaming chaotically while running around. Others threw themselves on the burning figure, attempting to extinguish the flas with sand, but it was useless; they, too, were splattered with sparks, instantly catching fire themselves. Yet another person was hit and emitted a piercing scream, rolling on the ground, bodies used to put out fires.
Through the sniper scope, Luo Zheng saw at least four people burning to various degrees. A cold sneer crept over his sharp, resolute face, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. In a disdainful, low voice, he said, "Xue Er, kill." Then he pulled the trigger again, another incendiary bomb whistled through the air, striking soone at the rear, who was blasted out of the sand, screaming excruciatingly as they rolled on the ground, futilely scraping sand over their body to try to extinguish the flas but to no avail.
The attack power of an incendiary bomb is not strong—under the protection of a specially made bullet-resistant vest, it nearly can't penetrate the skin, but it blasts and burns instantly, reaching temperatures above 3000 degrees Celsius. The flammable agent adhered strongly and couldn't be brushed off, its high temperature capable of instantly lting the body.
"Shoo!" Lan Xue also fired, hitting a person who was frantically retreating, the person's back imdiately ignited. With a scream, they bumped into another person beside them, transferring the sparks and setting them ablaze under the moonlight as well. They scread miserably, adding a layer of horror to the ancient, barren desert.
"Shoo, shoo!" Two shots rang out, bullets hitting the wall. Luo Zheng was startled and quickly ducked back, looking at a bullet hole on the ground not half a foot in front of him with a pale face, inwardly grateful for his elevated position which saved him from the enemy whose angle of fire wasn't sufficient to reach him.
Luo Zheng was well aware that the main purpose of the enemy's shot was to intimidate and prevent him from comfortably firing, providing sniper cover for their teammates' retreat. Annoyed yet helpless, he knew too well the battlefield's snipers were not to be trifled with—the spokesn of the Death God—and one slip could be fatal. Luo Zheng didn't dare to be careless and quickly crawled to the side to change his sniper position while Lan Xue also had to shift due to the sniper threat.
By the ti the two had adjusted their positions, the attacking enemy had fled, leaving behind several still-burning bodies under the moonlight, appearing particularly eerie. Luo Zheng coldly observed the enemies who had been burned to death, his gaze firm and unmoved. There was no rcy on the battlefield. To survive, one had to eliminate the enemy.
"Ah, help , help." The burning figure emitted a chilling cry for help, rolling around on the ground under the moon, terrifying and eerie. Their haunting calls for help sounded like the howling of ghosts and wolves, causing heart palpitations. The air filled with a thick charred odor, which the cool night breeze dispersed.
The ambushing squad knew there were two snipers; attempting a rescue ant a suicide mission. No one dared look back or attempt a rescue, letting their teammates' piercing cries for help drift away. They didn't dare turn their heads as they sprinted away, fearful of also being hit. Death was not the fear—it was the excruciating pain of being killed.
Gradually, the burning corpses diminished in fla and faded. Six bodies turned to ashes, blending into the vast desert. Under the moonlight, the not yet fully consud bodies emitted wisps of blue smoke, spiraling into the air, almost forming a human silhouette before gradually dispersing, fading away without a trace.
Luo Zheng watched this scene with a heart like a rock, unmoved. He looked through the sniper scope towards the front; the enemy had vanished, probably hiding behind the sand dunes. Calculating a loss of six, he guessed there weren't many attackers left. Luo Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and asked in a low voice, "Xue Er, did you notice how many fled?"
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