Slashing through to kill an enemy general amidst a million troops was one of the ancient battlefield tactics to break the enemy forces. Once the enemy leader died, the enemy army would surely fall into chaos. Modern warfare is no different, but Luo Zheng had his unavoidable difficulties. Being surrounded, if they didn't break out in ti and the enemy forces closed in, they would undoubtedly die. However, there were too many enemies. To break through, the best thod was to attack Turul, drawing Turul's people over to rescue, and covering for the scholar and the others to retreat.
When courageous warriors faced each other in a narrow path, the braver ones would prevail. Faced with a formidable enemy, Luo Zheng had no other choice but to fight with all he had. Turul also noticed the desperately charging Luo Zheng, which scared him so much that he quickly retreated. Bullets do not have eyes, and while ordering his subordinates to co over for support, this greatly reduced the pressure on the scholar and his companions. But Luo Zheng's pressure increased significantly.
In the midst of running, Luo Zheng kept firing his gun, nimbly using trees as cover from enemy bullets. However, as the enemies kept growing in number and closing in, Turul had disappeared from sight. Enraged, Luo Zheng ejected the empty magazine and loaded a new one, firing indiscriminately. Several bullets hit Luo Zheng, causing him agonizing pain. If it were not for the specially made Bullet-Resistant Vest from the Equipnt Team, he would have been dead for sure.
But the power of the bullet attacks was still not to be underestimated. Luo Zheng estimated that he had at least three broken ribs. He was in excruciating pain. As he ran, Luo Zheng saw that the scholar and the others had already broken through the encirclent. With a roar, he began to break out, but there were too many enemies, and they were rushing in.
After emptying another magazine, Luo Zheng leaned against a large tree. Feeling his ammunition, he realized all his magazines were empty. Without bullets, a gun is just a fire stick. The dense bullets hitting the tree made a maddening 'pupu' sound. Luo Zheng's face turned pale, but his resolute face showed no sign of emotional waves, and he furiously threw his gun to the side.
The gun drew the enemy's fire and also knocked down a valiant enemy soldier who rushed forward. Luo Zheng slamd to the ground, leaping forward and sorsaulting, pulling out the Japanese sword from his back. The mont he rolled, a barrage of bullets swept over him, closely grazing his back. If Luo Zheng had not crouched down first to reduce the target area, he would have been dead for sure.
"Kill!" Luo Zheng roared, like an irate tiger. The Japanese sword in his hand struck down an enemy, tracing a white streak in the Void, scattering the rainwater. Its brutal edge landed on the target's neck, decapitating him. Blood burst from his chest like a fountain, adding to the terror in the pouring rain.
Luo Zheng, his eyes crimson with rage, had no rcy. He slid forward and, with a burst of speed, reached another target. The Japanese sword pierced the man's chest, cooling his heart completely. With a twist of his wrist holding the handle, and a forceful yank, blood surged with the sword, like water from a Dragon Head.
Luo Zheng was seething with fury, his body ablaze with infinite fighting spirit. Bending over, the Japanese sword slashed backward, its sharp edge easily slicing the throat of an assailant attempting to attack from behind, drawing a streak of blood. The ard individual froze, staring at Luo Zheng with disbelief in his eyes, and then collapsed to the ground with a thud.
More people aid their guns at Luo Zheng but found they couldn't lock onto him. Several tis they tried to pull the trigger, only to find the target had vanished; shooting would only hit their own people. They abandoned their guns and sward forward, wielding gun butts to smash at Luo Zheng, comncing a brutal close-quarters brawl.
In this encirclent, Luo Zheng didn't know how many had died. Falling into deep guilt, this guilt transford into endless hatred and anger, and he vented it on the attacking enemies. The Japanese sword danced up and down, each strike spraying blood. There were no sophisticated sword techniques, just instinctual combat—slash, chop, flick, shave—everything ca naturally. He attacked however he wanted, in whatever way felt right at the mont.
More people rushed in, but all were ferociously cut down by Luo Zheng. With flashing blades and layers upon layers of them, Luo Zheng didn't know how many he had killed. He fought solely on a surge of energy, his eyes bloodshot. All that occupied his mind was kill, kill, cutting down every visible person.
"Da-da-da!" Suddenly, a barrage of gunfire swept through, striking down the surrounding enemies. A man wielding a Japanese sword charged forward, relentlessly cutting down the enemies in his path with ruthless and lightning-fast strikes, and with the cover of fire support from behind, he quickly carved out a bloody path to Luo Zheng. It was Scholar.
After leading everyone out of the encirclent, Scholar instructed the wounded to withdraw with the fallen first, and then he led those who could still fight back to cover Luo Zheng. To abandon Luo Zheng, who was covering everyone's escape and now trapped in a dire situation, was unthinkable. The ferocity in Luo Zheng's fighting style had ignited a fiery will to fight within them; their eyes were bloodshot with fury.
Attacking rashly with so many enemies would only lead to more casualties. After Scholar led everyone back, he ordered them to find positions to provide covering fire. Charging forward to rescue people with his sword, and upon nearing Luo Zheng, Scholar bellowed, "Brother, we've co to back you up, let's retreat."
The familiar voice jolted Luo Zheng, who had been fully imrsed in the slaughter, back to his senses. His bloodshot eyes grew colder, and seeing Scholar, Luo Zheng imdiately reacted. After slashing down two approaching enemies with his Japanese sword, he roared, "Retreat!"
The two of them, side by side, turned and ran like tigers descending a mountain. With just a few leaps, they were ten ters away. The enemies didn't even have ti to evade and were rcilessly chopped down by the sharp Japanese swords. The ninja's Japanese sword was especially keen.
"Roar!" Luo Zheng let out an enraged roar as he dashed towards an enemy who was trying to shoot, severing his body in two with a horizontal slash of his Japanese sword. The body fell to the ground, the upper half still moving in terror, with the gun nowhere in sight.
Without looking back, Luo Zheng charged forward to avoid being locked on by enemy gunfire. Those responsible for providing covering fire desperately fired their weapons rapidly, killing one enemy after another trying to take aim. As for the enemies who managed to pursue them, as long as they didn't shoot, they weren't a threat, and were ignored by everyone.
"Hand grenade," Scholar shouted furiously.
The mbers responsible for covering fire hastily threw their grenades, blasting the pursuing enemies. The enemies' concentrated barrage also shot over, making it difficult for everyone to raise their heads. Fortunately, Luo Zheng and Scholar had already run back, and everyone alternated covering fire and retreat, knocking down the pursuers.
Precise shooting slowed the enemies' pursuit. Luo Zheng stowed his Japanese sword and picked up a gun from the ground to join in the counterattack. His expression was grim, and his eyes, cold and murderous, boiled like molten lava. The arm holding the gun was as steady as a rock, constantly firing controlled bursts at the advancing pursuers, each shot finding its mark, venting the fury in his heart.
This battle was suffocating, and Luo Zheng felt like his heart was about to explode with anger.
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