The position everyone was in wasn't too far from Turul's lair; it had been hours since they had communicated with Turul. Turul could have easily arranged an ambush up ahead, and the pursuing forces were probably the ones that had been tailing them from behind. With traps lying ahead and enemies at their rear, Luo Zheng had no ti to wipe the rain off his face. His cold gaze was fixed firmly ahead, pulsating with intense killing intent, his complexion as resolute as steel.
"What, there are ambush forces up ahead?" the scholar asked in surprise, his voice low.
"It's very likely. Notify everyone to prepare for battle. We can't move forward; head north instead," Luo Zheng directed, pointing towards a particular direction. Northward lay the mountainside. Below the mountainside was a gorge, and further north was another peak. The surrounding terrain was similar, except the southward mountain flank was steeper and more difficult to traverse in the rain.
"Not good, there seems to be enemies to the south," a soldier suddenly shouted.
Luo Zheng turned his head in shock to look towards the south. The slope there was covered in dense woods, with no signs of any figures. Rainwater gushed down the ground, making it easy to slip—this was why Luo Zheng had decided against heading south. But to discover enemy forces positioned in such terrain?
"Not good, there seem to be enemies to the north as well," another voice called out.
Luo Zheng turned his head in surprise to look northward. The gradient of the northern hillside was gentler. Though the trees were dense, visibility was slightly better, and indeed, he noticed figures flitting between the trees. His expression turned ice-cold, and he quickly realized a problem, urgently saying to the scholar, "We might be surrounded. There are fresh troops on both the south and north sides; there could be an ambush ahead, and enemy forces behind us. We're in a dire situation."
"Right, let's pull back," the scholar agreed, quickly grasping the severity of the situation.
"Retreat back. The enemy forces behind us must be the ones from before, who have been following us all night, their combat effectiveness is limited. It's very likely that the sides are reinforced with fresh troops," Luo Zheng analyzed calmly, wiping the rain from his face, grasping his gun and turning around; not waiting for the scholar or the others to respond, he hurriedly ran off.
The scholar paused montarily, considering Luo Zheng's analysis. He then decisively waved his hand and led his troops to quickly follow. Everyone charged along the ridge, with Luo Zheng in the lead, chambering a round into his captured AK47 rifle and staring ahead with a fierce look in his eyes as he sprinted crouched low.
Soon, Luo Zheng, with his sharp senses, spotted figures moving in the torrential rain ahead. Without hesitation, he aid and fired while yelling, "Brothers, fortune favors the brave in a narrow path. Charge through, kill!"
The others realized they were surrounded. To survive, they had no choice but to face the bullets head-on. Hesitation would squander any chance of living. Spurred on by Luo Zheng's war cry, they too roared, "Kill!"
Fueled by Luo Zheng's roar, their fighting spirit ignited. They sprinted forward, rifles against their shoulders, and coldly eyed any suspicious targets, firing bursts as they ran. Amidst the run, Luo Zheng spotted a large number of enemies up ahead, dotting the ridge and hillsides all around, scattered widely and in great numbers, the woods were teeming with them.
Hisss?" Luo Zheng hadn't expected such a large number of enemies, but he showed no hesitation or cowardice. Instead, he continued to run and fire, aware that any delay or retreat would affect the morale of his comrades. Only by charging forward, without any hesitation, even if it ant death, would they have a chance at survival.
"Kill—!" Luo Zheng roared furiously, his voice reverberating through the woods as if it drowned out the sound of the pouring rain.
"Kill!" The scholar, leading the others, also cried out and launched a desperate charge. Their montum was like a rainbow, and invisibly, with Luo Zheng as the arrowhead, they ford a triangular attack formation. They were like a pack of hungry wolves, crashing into the embrace of their prey.
The enemies hadn't anticipated that Luo Zheng and his n would counter-charge, but they weren't pushovers either. After a brief period of chaos, under the stern orders of their leader, they took cover and returned fire. The dense bullets swept towards them, their power not to be underestimated. Instantly, people were hit and fell, and those behind imdiately rushed forward to lift them and continued to charge onward without any hesitation. It was only by breaking through that they could survive.
When Luo Zheng heard soone had been hit, his rage surged. As he ran, he let out continuous roars, and the gun in his hand seed to co alive, firing bursts at any visible targets. Like a sharp knife, he tore open the enemy's defense line and shot dead an enemy who stood up to throw a grenade. The grenade fell to the ground, causing a buzzing sound, and the body of the target was torn apart by the explosion, with limbs and flesh flying everywhere under the downpour, lending an especially eerie air to the scene.
"Bang bang bang!"
"Tat tat tat!"
The sounds of gunfire, explosions, heavy rain, and the rustling of trees stirred by the wind intertwined, composing a tragic scene of war on this ridge. As he ran, Luo Zheng's face was ice-cold, his eyes slightly closed with a chilling gleam, incessantly searching for enemies ahead. His gun fired without hesitation, taking down every target.
The enemies were too nurous, like a blanket covering the sky, erging continuously from behind trees. Luo Zheng, fueled by anger and running, wished he could eliminate them all. Bullets, bearing Luo Zheng's wrath, whistled through the air and precisely entered the brains of targeted enemies, causing their heads to explode.
But there were simply too many enemies. Under the heavy fire, more in their ranks were wounded, and there were constant shouts of soone being shot. Every cry pierced Luo Zheng's heart. How could such good warriors be sacrificed like this? Move faster, shoot faster, Luo Zheng kept telling himself.
"Aah—!" Luo Zheng roared, speeding up his pace even further. In the woods, he was like an angry tiger, leaping and running, with his gun roaring as he shot dead one enemy head that popped up after another. Suddenly, he realized the scholar and others were falling behind, and without any hesitation, he turned back to cover them.
"Tat tat tat!" Seeing Luo Zheng's ferocity, the enemy concentrated their fire on him. Luo Zheng felt tingles in his scalp, knowing this was bad. He leaped forward, rolling behind a large tree for cover, aid carefully from a kneeling position, his face emotionless as ice as he kept on firing.
"Bang bang bang!" Bullet casings ejected from the gun chamber, and the bullets scread toward their targets, killing one enemy after another who dared to show themselves. In the midst of firing, Luo Zheng caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye—it was Turul. Overjoyed, he bellowed and shouted, "Brothers, hurry, charge over there!"
With that shout, the scholar and the others were greatly boosted, charging forward fiercely. Luo Zheng, however, burst out of the tree's cover and headed towards Turul's location. Seeing five guns aid at him, Luo Zheng didn't dare be careless. He dove forward, firing in midair. Two bullets whistled out. After landing, rolling on the ground, his gun continued to roar, taking down two more visible enemies.
"Turul, it's ti to die." Luo Zheng rolled to his feet and sprinted towards Turul, like a raging primordial fierce beast, with unrivaled fighting spirit surging forth.
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