Mountain Eagle and Snow Leopard heard the familiar National language, the familiar code, exchanged a knowing look, and smiled. Mountain Eagle lay flat on the ground, panting heavily, his hand releasing the gun, Snow Leopard cursed, "You bunch of bastards, why did it take you so long to get here? Go support the captain now, direction." He pointed with his hand, then also lay down to catch his breath heavily. The recent battle was too perilous; both were exhausted. Seeing the reinforcents, they relaxed, and the fatigue of many days surged in their hearts.
"Identify yourselves," the others commanded coldly, without the slightest hint of relaxation.
"Identity, my ass. You lot aren't qualified to know my identity, don't have ti for you guys. They're down the mountainside, hurry and rescue them." Mountain Eagle cursed weakly, pointing toward the mountainside, as he struggled to get up and bandage himself. Seeing the bullet-bitten wound on his thigh, he frowned tightly and cursed at the bad luck under his breath.
The response from Mountain Eagle not only didn't make the newcors angry but instead made them laugh. The expression of the newcor relaxed, he walked over and glanced at Mountain Eagle and Snow Leopard's wounds, then at the corpses all over the ground, each dispatched with a single blade. His expression beca solemn, and he saluted seriously. With a wave of his big hand, so people ca to help, others headed down the mountainside to rescue the fallen.
"First team, stay behind; Second, Third, Fourth, and Fifth teams, the objective, due south, forced march, rescue operation." The person commanded solemnly, and a rustle ca from the woods, a flurry of movent, too many to count, no figures visible, but it quickly quieted down.
Mountain Eagle motioned for the person assisting him to step aside, took out his Tiger Teeth knife, and began to heat the tip with a lighter. He asked, "How many of you are here? Why so late?"
The man who gave the earlier orders approached, squatted down, and looked at Mountain Eagle's wound and said, "Let help you; I assure you of my skills. By the way, I'm called Scholar, Major Squad Leader, in charge of this operation. I brought five squads, ten in each, fifty brothers. Not sure if that's enough?"
"The enemy's nearly five thousand, you think that's enough?" Snow Leopard said irritably.
Scholar didn't get angry; he just smiled faintly and was about to help when Mountain Eagle pushed Scholar's hand away and began cutting into his thigh wound, gritting his teeth. The combination of high temperature and sharp blade against flesh was excruciatingly painful. Mountain Eagle's body jerked with pain, sweat beaded on his forehead, but he endured fiercely. After cutting the wound open a bit more, he inserted the Tiger Teeth blade into the muscle of his thigh and picked out the bullet. From beginning to end, he never scread, earning the silent respect of everyone around him.
Mountain Eagle panted heavily, smiling with satisfaction at the extracted bullet, applied so dicine to stop the bleeding, then took out sutures and stitched the wound closed. The process was very painful, with sweat dripping off Mountain Eagle's face like beads, brows tightly knit, lips firmly bitten, and sweat rolling down his arms in large drops. He stubbornly refused any help.
After finishing all this, Mountain Eagle bandaged himself up with gauze, then looked over at Snow Leopard, who was also bandaging himself. Perhaps sensing Mountain Eagle's gaze, Snow Leopard turned back and smiled carelessly, "Just a scratch, not a big problem, it'll be fine in a few days. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Mountain Eagle replied, relieved to see that not a single person from the tourist group was missing. He looked into the distance, his face clouded with worry, wondering how the captain and others were doing and about Luo Zheng. Thinking of Luo Zheng, Mountain Eagle glanced at Snow Leopard, saw him focused on his injury, and swallowed the words that were on his lips.
"What about Ghost?" Scholar asked, full of admiration, looking at Mountain Eagle.
"Huh?" Mountain Eagle looked at Scholar in surprise.
Scholar paused, then realizing sothing, explained, "He's my brother, a brother-in-arms. We've competed together in the national Special Forces competition."
Mountain Eagle knew about Luo Zheng's past, but not Scholar's. Seeing that Scholar knew Luo Zheng, he felt a sense of kinship but couldn't help feeling heavy-hearted at the thought of Luo Zheng's uncertain fate. He remained silent, turned his face away, and saw Elder Lin approaching with an agitated expression, asking surprisingly, "Elder Lin, you?"
"Oh, we're fine; who are they?" Lin Shusen asked cautiously, watching the people brought by the scholar, and asked in a low voice.
"Reinforcents, don't worry," Mountain Eagle replied.
"That's good." Lin Shusen had also guessed they were reinforcents, but he still ca over to ask cautiously. With Mountain Eagle's confirmation, Lin Shusen completely relaxed and anxiously asked, "Just now, two people sprained their ankles, and another one with a fever is getting serious. We need to deal with it as soon as possible, what do you think?"
"I'll take care of it. I considered these factors before the action and brought so dicine," the scholar said hurriedly.
"Thank you," said Lin Shusen gratefully. After the scholar left, Lin Shusen asked softly, "Young man, is your squad leader all right? And what about the young man with the hostage? Still no news?"
"It's all right, don't worry," Mountain Eagle said, trying to sound relaxed.
Lin Shusen knew this involved military operational secrecy. Besides, asking wouldn't help anyway, showing his concern was enough. He sighed, glanced at the sky, and went to calm the others, while Mountain Eagle looked at the vast forest in the distance with a worried look and sighed silently, "Captain, brothers, please be safe."
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At the sa ti, Lan Xue and Ghost Hand were running wildly through the gorge with the pursuers close behind, not daring to run too fast lest the chasers turn back, but also ensuring they weren't too close; random gunfire from the enemy was a big headache. Unbeknownst to them, a mountain peak appeared ahead, blocking the way, and the gorge ca to an end.
The two exchanged a glance and without hesitation charged toward the mountain peak, needing to draw the chasers away. Suddenly, a troop erged from the diagonal, nearly a hundred strong. If not for their quick pace over the past two days, they would have been caught, the two received quite a scare, and without reservation, they dashed toward the peak, running the classic Bullet Avoidance Steps, taking cover behind trees and gradually increasing the distance from their pursuers.
"Dada dada!" The pursuers opened fire fiercely, with nearly a hundred guns firing at once, creating a barrage directed at the two; they were startled and instinctively threw themselves to the ground to dodge, seeking cover in various places. Lan Xue heard an anguished grunt and asked in shock, "Are you alright?"
"It's nothing, just a mosquito bite," said Ghost Hand, trying to sound nonchalant while staring at the rashly charging pursuers with a dark expression and eyes full of unresolved worry.
Facing a powerful enemy without weapons or ammunition, how could they fight this battle? It might have been fine if uninjured, as they could run, but now wounded, how long could they hold on? One hour? Two hours? Ghost Hand felt unease in his heart and glanced over his shoulder at the bullet hole that had torn through the flesh, thankful it was a stray bullet with less lethality, otherwise his entire arm would have been useless.
"How much longer can you last?" Lan Xue curled up to dodge the enemy's bullets, shouting as she did, the frustration of this passive beating making Lan Xue feel like she was about to burst with anger, and she yelled, "If we really can't, we'll fight it out."
"Captain, you go first, I'll hold them off," Ghost Hand said with a steely expression, shouting.
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