The battle command was quickly disseminated, with everyone entering the second line of trenches, preparing their magazines and grenades, ready with solemn anticipation, and watching the front with a cold gaze. The fighting spirit surged once more. Luo Zheng glanced at the sky, swiftly darkening, knowing that if they could hold out until nightfall, their goal of delaying the enemy would be achieved. Lan Xue and the others would then be able to withdraw safely from the clutches of their pursuers. The front was already crowded with a mass of ard militants. How long could they keep up the defense with so few on their side?
At that mont, there was movent in the woods ahead. The ard warlords had started their attack. The saving grace was the narrow width of the slope, which prevented the warlords' forces from spreading out. The incline and the trees also acted as barriers, slowing down their assault. Otherwise, the situation would have been even more dire. When the ard warlords closed to a distance of 600 ters, the snipers started to show their might. They made sure that every visible target was hit without rcy, bullet after bullet biting into flesh.
The combat had reached a fever pitch from the start. Sniper rifles offered long-range and high lethality, and the snipers' precision combined with their elevated position and relatively good field of vision ant that the warlords paid a heavy price for every step forward. The ground was littered with bodies, soaked inch by inch in blood.
After observing for a while, Luo Zheng noticed that the warlords' onslaught was even more resolute than before and couldn't help but laugh. If the previous attack had been this strong, he might already be on the run. He called out to Yi Jing, "Tell the brothers not to kill. Injuring is enough, aim for the legs if possible."
"Huh?" Yi Jing looked at Luo Zheng in surprise. On the battlefield where life and death were at stake, survival ant killing the enemy. Why aim to injure? However, owing to his absolute trust in Luo Zheng, he relayed the order through the headset. The snipers had the sa initial reaction as Yi Jing, but they carried out the order without question, aiming lower with their rifles.
"Whiz, whiz, whiz!" Almost a dozen snipers struck simultaneously, and each shot struck about ten enemies. Previously, they killed. The Type 88 small caliber sniper rifle couldn't inflict as much damage as a larger caliber, leaving nothing but a gaping hole in its wake that wouldn't cut a person in half. But once the snipers lowered their aim, the advancing guards were struck down, screaming in agony.
Soon, a chorus of screams echoed through the woods, even louder than the gunfire. This horrifying sound imdiately demoralized the militants, deflating their courage and causing hesitation, slowing their charge even further. By the ti they reached the 400-ter mark, the screams and moans carried far into the air, and the people hidden on the hillside could hear everything clearly. They instantly understood Luo Zheng's tactical maneuver and were filled with admiration.
The outcos of sniping varied greatly depending on the target. While headshots were certainly fatal, leg shots could also eliminate the enemy's combat ability. More importantly, they could instigate panic. Witnessing this, Yi Jing was deeply impressed by Luo Zheng's tactical adjustnts. A minor detail that greatly impacted the whole battle.
However, Luo Zheng felt no joy. The enemy's weapons were not for show; nearly a hundred people attacking at once, with a barrage of gunfire sweeping their way. Perhaps the accuracy was lacking, but the density of the fire posed a serious threat. Were it not for the soldiers taking cover in foxholes, exposing only their heads, casualties would have already occurred.
Both sides were engaged in fierce combat, with the relentless gunfire being chilling to the bone. Luo Zheng watched the scene with unwavering focus and noticed that after nearly a hundred lives had been lost, the militants had reached the 200-ter line. Their shooting accuracy had greatly improved, and with an increase in firepower, his n were almost pinned down, unable to raise their heads.
"We can't go on like this," Luo Zheng's expression turned icy, a trace of worry flashing in his sharp gaze, as he shouted to Yi Jing, "Quick, light up the bonfires, have the first squad retreat from combat, fall back to the east, second squad takes their place, and have the sniper team continue providing cover fire."
"Yes." The scholar couldn't understand why Luo Zheng changed his mind and retreated from the east, what about the ropes on the south side? But he also knew that it wasn't convenient to ask at this mont, so he imdiately transmitted the order through the earpiece. The gunfire beca more and more intense, and the situation grew increasingly perilous. After relaying the orders, the scholar looked at Luo Zheng, waiting for new commands.
Luo Zheng let out a sigh of relief as he saw the second squad rush up to take over the defense, and the first squad quickly retreated. He noticed that the enemy had entered the hundred-ter mark and was getting closer. At this mont, the inflammable materials set up at the first line of defense were ignited, sending up black smoke. The second squad coolly targeted their shots, firmly blocking the enemy's charge.
About a hundred ard militants charged, spreading the attackers evenly among the ten Special Forces mbers; each only needed to face ten people, which wasn't very difficult for the well-trained troops. However, the militants' forces were unceasing, with the total strength of the frontline charge always maintaining around a hundred, and their advancing speed was fast, which increased the pressure on everyone.
When the ard warlords' militants charged to the fifty-ter mark, the amount of inflammable materials had greatly diminished. Thick smoke suddenly ford a wall above both friend and foe, obscuring everyone's vision. Due to previous lessons, the ard warlords' militants didn't charge directly but quickly found places to conceal themselves and counterattack.
More and more hid themselves while the ones at the back fired madly, using intense firepower to cover their comrades as they crawled forward. Luo Zheng's expression darkened as he saw this scene and quickly ordered, "Second squad, grenade attack, two rounds, then rapidly retreat to the east, catch up with the first squad as soon as possible. Sniper team, cover our rear."
"Yes," the scholar shouted, "Second squad, grenade attack, two rounds, then quickly retreat east. Catch up with the first squad, move fast, don't disgrace ."
The second squad, upon hearing the order, didn't hesitate to climb out of their foxholes and dashed away, bowing their bodies with great speed and employing elusive Step Skill, running in the standard Bullet Avoidance Steps. The sniper team didn't move; the black smoke obscured the view, but it couldn't completely hide the positions of enemy fire. The snipers continued to aim and shoot at the exposed firing points, each of them resolute, with cold and unwavering eyes, showing no sign of panic.
The enemy's furious assault had co at a great cost but also posed a significant threat to Luo Zheng. Faced with a formidable enemy, he had to retreat, or else the whole army would be wiped out. Thankfully, the Special Forces led by the scholar were competent, well-trained, and decisive in action. After two rounds of grenade attacks, they terrified the ard warlords enough to make them lie down and not dare to move, allowing everyone to take the opportunity to retreat.
Soon, the ard warlords resud firing. Luo Zheng, seeing that the second squad had already retreated, showed a bit of relief on his determined face and softly ordered, "Quick, snipers, grenade attack, throw all the grenades out, the quicker, the better, then retreat imdiately."
"Yes," the scholar quickly transmitted Luo Zheng's commands through the earpiece.
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