The team sprang into action as the mbers of the travel group were organized to retreat in the predetermined direction. Lan Xue and Ghost Hand covered the rear, preparing to delay the enemy. Lan Xue hid beneath a large tree, looking up at the sky. The sun had already risen, and thousands of rays of the morning glow showered down, breathing extra life into this prival forest. Yet where was their vitality? Where was his? A tinge of worry crossed Lan Xue's frosty face.
"Captain, the situation's not good. The enemy is closing in from three sides," a voice ca through the earpiece—it was Ghost Hand.
"This is bad, ahead is a cliff, steep and impassable. They can't go down; they must detour," another voice ca through the earpiece. It was Mountain Eagle, responsible for escorting the tour group to evacuation. Mountain Eagle, leading the way, had discovered the impasse and quickly reported the situation to everyone.
Lan Xue's brow furrowed. The cliff ant that the path was blocked. Detouring would waste ti and allow the enemy to catch up. But they had to detour. Lan Xue imdiately instructed through the earpiece, "Hurry, find the nearest detour. Ghost Hand, attack."
"Roger that," Ghost Hand acknowledged. To attack ant to expose oneself and attract enemy fire, buying ti for the tour group to find a detour. It was extrely dangerous, but as a soldier, Ghost Hand charged toward the direction of the enemy's assault without hesitation, a look of resignation in his eyes.
Soldiers die on the battlefield without regrets.
Lan Xue also charged toward the enemy without hesitation. Two people, different directions, facing hundreds of enemies, they launched a counter-charge, like moths to a fla. The enemies had already ford a encirclent. To gain ti, Lan Xue had no better choice, his gaze sharp and resolute.
As he ran, the barking of the dogs drew nearer. Lan Xue didn't stop, instead speeding up, and charged up the hillside. Ahead, a dense crowd appeared; they ran relentlessly through the trees, like a pack of Wild Wolves attacking, extrely swift. The dogs leading the charge were ferociously howling.
"Beasts." Lan Xue glared coldly at the dogs and, raising his hand, fired a shot, killing a dog. He then swiftly hid behind a big tree. He had just concealed himself when the air buzzed with dense gunfire; bullets poured down like rain, most of them were random sprays. Lan Xue acted too swiftly, too covertly for anyone to spot him.
Another dog barked madly, howling in chaos. Lan Xue coldly peeked out, took another look at the dog, raised his hand, and fired another shot. The barking stopped abruptly. Lan Xue then dived down the hillside and hid behind the trunk of a large tree.
"Ratatat!" Intense gunfire followed, slamming into the hillside, ravaging the surrounding trees beyond recognition, sending stray bullets flying, and making one's heart race.
Lan Xue didn't linger on the hillside but quickly circled to the other side, climbing up the slope rapidly. Peeking over, he saw a massive wave of pursuers charging up, only a hundred ters away, shouting incoherently. Lan Xue heard gunfire from the behind the trees as well, knowing Ghost Hand had engaged the enemy. By their strength alone, it was impossible to stop the hundreds of pursuers. Lan Xue was uncertain how much more ti they could buy. The image of Luo Zheng ca unbidden into his mind, and his heart filled with desolation, he silently sighed, "Didn't expect that we still can't die together."
"Da da da!" Bullets rained down aimlessly across the hillside, and Lan Xue took cover under a large tree behind the slope, quickly setting up her sniper rifle. With three incendiary rounds left in the gun, Lan Xue didn't want to give up until the very last mont, doing everything possible to buy ti.
"Whoosh!" An incendiary round whistled away with all of Lan Xue's rage, traveling just a hundred ters—a distance that posed no challenge for her. The incendiary bomb struck a target; flas erupted with a "whoosh." The victim scread pitifully as he ran about blindly, bumping into his comrades; the flammable agent splashed onto them, igniting the flas. The others were startled and slowed their charge.
"Bang!" Soone fired, killing the person who had been set alight by the incendiary round, thus controlling the panic. This person was shouting orders for everyone to charge forward, but then another incendiary round roared in, striking him and instantly engulfing him in a large fire. He was an officer; comrades tried to help extinguish the fire, yet the flammable agent was not so easily put out.
In their attempts to pat it down, the flammable agent splattered, contaminating more people who began to scream in agony, rolling on the ground. The scene beca chaotic, but the enemy was nurous and leaders were more than one, with so already attacking from another side. After Lan Xue launched her last incendiary round, she picked up her Type 95 assault rifle and fired a spray at the advancing enemy. The foes were just fifty to sixty ters away and despite the short distance, many were shot dead.
"Da da da!" More enemies located Lan Xue's position and opened fire. This put Lan Xue at a disadvantage, forcing her to lie down to dodge the bullets. The pursuers showed no sign of stopping, the intensive gunfire accurately sealed her off, preventing Lan Xue from raising her head.
Retreating would be easy, but who would stop this group of pursuers after that? Lan Xue felt bitter as she lay tight behind the slope, hearing the footsteps of the enemy getting closer. She rolled a bit further down the slope and huddled under a large tree. Peeking out, she saw about a dozen enemies had charged up the hill, now firing at the waist of the slope.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Lan Xue's three accurate shots took down three enemies, only to find out she was out of bullets. Reluctantly, she drew her pistol again. If she had enough bullets, Lan Xue was confident she could draw the enemy out and eliminate them on the move, but without bullets, she was at a disadvantage.
At that mont, the enemy discovered Lan Xue's new hiding place and focused their fire on her. Fortunately, dense trees around her blocked most of the bullets. Lan Xue checked her magazine behind the big tree, noting only a few bullets were left, she loaded the magazine with a grimace and raised her hand to fire three shots.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Three shots rang out, three targets fell. Lan Xue swiftly ran down the hillside. Mid-run, she drew her Tiger Teeth knife—devoid of ammo, she only had her blade to rely on now.
Seeing Lan Xue flee, the enemy howled and surged down the hill, hot on her heels and firing wildly. Lan Xue glanced back with a bitter smile, accelerating. In terms of speed alone, Lan Xue had no fear of these n, but the circumstances were different now. She couldn't run too fast, or the pursuers would go after the other travelers. She had to lead this mob on a chase.
A person without bullets was quite tempting; the enemy roared loudly in pursuit. This gave Lan Xue a sigh of relief internally. Seeing Ghost Hand also falling back, clearly overwheld, they exchanged a gesture and dashed through the canyon ahead. Whether they could attract the pursuers, whether they could cover the retreat of the travelers, neither had any certainty in their hearts. Still, what had to be done must be done, even if it ant death.
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