In the clear, cold moonlight, Lan Xue's face was icy, her eyes chillingly austere as she locked onto the area ahead, searching for suspicious targets. Her whole being radiated a sharp, lethal aura, which under the moonlight resembled an unsheathed sword, its edge gleaming with countless facets. Hearing Luo Zheng's question, Lan Xue replied coldly, "Not many left, including the two snipers, at most eight."
"The sneak attack failed, I doubt they'll try again, but we can't let our guard down, brothers, hold the line," Luo Zheng said coldly, brimming with confidence. In the battle just a mont ago, the enemy had gathered together, which played into their hands. He fired four shots, and together with Lan Xue, each taking two shots, they unexpectedly killed six n. Two were collateral fatalities, and two others were lightly injured. Although not fatal, whether they could survive after fleeing depended on fortune.
In other words, out of the enemy's eight, two were wounded, leaving only six combatants. The injured would need care, so when the battle resud, those who could actually take to the field were likely only five. Luo Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. Just five n - no matter which direction the attack ca from, they could hold the line. As long as they didn't make any mistakes, surviving and coming out as the final victors shouldn't be a big problem.
"Ghost, buddy, that battle just now was exhilarating, wasn't it?" Snow Leopard said with a hint of envy. In the earlier battle, Snow Leopard, along with Ghost hand and Mountain Eagle, had been guarding other positions and hadn't co up to assist. Through the earpiece, everyone had heard Luo Zheng and Lan Xue's exchange and naturally understood the outco.
"This is great. That battle was a satisfying relief, sort of like revenge taken and so interest collected. Once we finish them off, the debt for the Drunkard will be repaid," Ghost Hand said excitedly.
Luo Zheng relaxed, smiling, "Don't be complacent. The enemy is no simple foe, it was just luck earlier. If they hadn't been clustered together, if it hadn't been that we also infiltrated using this thod, knowing the pros and cons of this tactic, and if we hadn't switched to incendiary bombs, our success wouldn't have been so great. Maybe we wouldn't have taken down a single one. The bla rests on the opponents not understanding us."
"It's their carelessness. If they knew that we had also infiltrated using the sa tactics before, they definitely wouldn't have acted so rashly. If I were in command, I would never have thought of this infiltration tactic; the enemy, knowing my character, would realize I wouldn't use it. But they don't know that the real commander here is Ghost. This only shows that we were lucky, not that our fighting power is stronger than theirs. Everyone, be careful," Lan Xue said icily, her gaze fixed forward with resolute strength. In the moonlight, she seed like a cheetah poised to explode, quietly waiting for the prey to co to her.
"Makes sense, it's better for everyone to be cautious. We probably won't get any sleep tonight," Luo Zheng echoed, buckling down.
"Not necessarily, we'll take turns, one hour each. Who can't hold out right now?" Lan Xue asked quietly.
In a matter like this, concerned with everyone's lives, no one would ss around. If you're tired, you're tired - you can't force it or a fatal mistake could occur, bringing catastrophic disaster. If not tired, you're not - you can't be lazy. Everyone fell silent for a while. No one answered. Luo Zheng, thinking the enemy wouldn't attack for a bit, said, "I'll sleep first."
An hour later, Luo Zheng awoke on his own, feeling much more refreshed. Ghost Hand and the others had also rested based on their condition. Luo Zheng looked out into the still night and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, patiently waiting and occasionally chatted with everyone to stay alert and prevent dozing off.
The next day, as the first rays of sunlight graced the ancient desert, Luo Zheng let down his guard completely. During the day, the visibility was high, and it was less likely that the international teams would dare to attack, or they'd be sitting ducks. Of course, they still couldn't be negligent and continued to rotate sleep for one hour each. Five people were guarding the corners of the castle, with one person on the move.
When daylight fully broke and the sun leaped above the horizon, Lan Xue went and got so stead buns to distribute to everyone and unexpectedly found so pickled vegetables; they were all packaged foods. After heating them up, everyone enjoyed the al, especially the pickles. Having gone days without replenishing their salt intake and sweating so much each day, the pickles were a godsend.
As Luo Zheng ate the delicious pickles, he instantly felt invigorated and laughed, "Guys, these pickles might just be the tastiest delicacy we've ever had, huh?" As he spoke, Luo Zheng started to look alard, his stare fixed intently ahead.
"What's happening?" Ghost Hand asked through the earpiece.
Luo Zheng watched a person approaching from the front, continuously waving a piece of clothing while shouting sothing. The distance was a bit far, so it was not very clear. As he chewed the pickles he had poured into his mouth, he simultaneously raised the sniper rifle and observed through the sniper scope. It was a warrior from Sam Country. Swallowing the pickles in two or three bites, he said in a low voice, "Soone's approaching. Judging by the looks of it, it seems like they want to negotiate?"
"Negotiate?" Ghost Hand said in surprise.
"Let him co. Just kill him," Lan Xue said coldly. Feeling Luo Zheng's gaze on her, she continued, "What's there to talk about? Give them a way out? Don't forget that they're the ones besieging us. If they want to live, just run. What's there to negotiate about? Clearly, they have no good intentions. Since they're coming to us, why be polite?"
"Makes sense. I'll take this shot, and you handle the negotiation to attract his attention," Luo Zheng agreed, quickly taking aim at the opponent, a murderous smirk spreading across his face.
The other side stopped about three hundred ters away and shouted, "Please don't shoot. Let's talk."
"Eh? Sothing's not right," Luo Zheng said in a surprised low voice.
"What's not right?" Lan Xue asked quickly.
"Look at his face; it's sowhat ulcerated," Luo Zheng said quietly, adjusting the sniper scope as he let the other man approach closer. He could clearly see not only signs of ulceration on the man's face, but also that his eyes were sunken, and the blood vessels on his face were faintly visible. This was certainly not a normal human phenonon. He was startled and suddenly thought of sothing, then blurted out with great joy, "Poisoned."
"It must be, that's great. No wonder they want to negotiate," Lan Xue said with delight. "This puts us in the driver's seat, even less likely to negotiate with them."
"If I'm not mistaken, seeing that we're fine, they should guess there's a well inside the castle and they're here for water. Give them water, and they'll retreat. Let's first let him co over and see," Luo Zheng said with a cold laugh.
"Co over and talk," Lan Xue shouted loudly, then quietly reminded, "Everyone, stay sharp. Be careful of the enemy's deceit, trying to infiltrate from other directions."
Everyone agreed with a response, gathering their spirits and preparing for the encounter.
Hearing Lan Xue's shout, the other carefully advanced a hundred ters, then stopped two hundred ters away from the castle and shouted loudly, "For the sake of all being in the sa race, let's reconcile. As long as you provide sufficient clean water, we will imdiately withdraw. Otherwise, we will report you to the racing committee for attacking us, and it will be a lose-lose situation for everyone. What do you say?"
Everyone laughed upon hearing this. They had seen shaless, but never this shaless. Under the scorching sun, the newcor was draped in desert Jili camouflage, wearing a bulletproof helt, his face sared with thick paint, and his dark face sported a pair of black and white eyes that shone with ferocity. Lan Xue watched the other side, her gaze cold and harsh, as she shouted loudly, "If you want battle, bring it on. We're ready to the end!"
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