Escorting the wounded back, though sacred and arduous, was less preferred by everyone compared to staying and fighting. Luo Zheng picked up the weapon of a fallen soldier, a Type 88 sniper rifle, which was quite suitable. He also took the sparse ammunition from his body. Seeing the Scholar's troubled expression, he realized that so things were better said by an outsider.
Luo Zheng thought for a mont, walked up to the Scholar, patted his shoulder, and said solemnly to everyone, "The ones who have been in the Special Forces for the shortest ti should leave. We need to keep the seeds of our force alive. Those who wish to leave voluntarily may do so without being considered deserters. I can assure you all that the upcoming battle will be brutal, with a slim chance of survival. Prepare yourselves ntally, and if there are any last words you wish to convey, let your brothers bring them back. Decide quickly, the enemy could catch up at any mont."
"Did everyone hear that?" The Scholar smiled gratefully. With Luo Zheng's suggestion, it beca easier for him to play the villain. This arrangent was both sensible and rational: older soldiers would stay, the new recruits would leave. This not only preserved the core of the unit but also didn't significantly reduce its combat effectiveness, as the older soldiers' skills and experience were far superior to those of the recruits.
Everyone heard this thod of selection and raised no objections. It was inevitable that so would leave, and letting the new recruits go was undoubtedly the most appropriate choice. Although the recruits were reluctant, they couldn't compete with the veterans. Dispute arose only over the number of people needed: three fallen heroes needed to be carried, requiring six people, and for the seventh slot, those selected were unwilling, insisting on staying to fight alongside the others. The wounded also declared that they needed no attendance.
Luo Zheng understood everyone's feelings. After thinking it over, he decided to assign an additional person to scout ahead. The team couldn't advance without soone to spearhead. Based on this, the Scholar finalized the personnel. Everyone started to cut branches to make stretchers and soon, seven people carrying the bodies of three heroes and five wounded left.
Half of the thirty n had left. The remaining half was reorganized by Luo Zheng into two teams, with the Snipers forming one team and the rest another. The Scholar handed Luo Zheng an earpiece from a fallen brother, allowing Luo Zheng to communicate directly with everyone and issue commands without going through the Scholar.
Everyone hurried to eat and resupply, and Luo Zheng planned to retreat only after the pursuers caught up to avoid them detecting the split group. While waiting, Luo Zheng carefully observed the surroundings and suddenly noticed a peculiar mound not far away. Upon investigation, it turned out to be an anthill, about three ters high and as big as a house.
"How many ants must be inside?" Luo Zheng wondered, noticing all the yellow ants nearby, as big as the tips of chopsticks, and was startled, then imdiately overjoyed. He did not know the na of this type of ant, but he recognized their danger from when people in his village went hunting in the mountains and were bitten by these yellow ants - just one bite, and within a few hours, they were finished.
"What's wrong?" the Scholar asked, coming over surprised and looking at Luo Zheng.
Luo Zheng saw a few ants approaching and the Scholar unbothered; he quickly pulled the Scholar away and stomped the ants to death, his heart still racing as he said, "Do you recognize these yellow ants?"
"No, aren't they just ants? What's the matter?" the Scholar replied seriously after observing closely and asking in surprise.
Without explaining further, Luo Zheng pulled the Scholar aside and started thinking of a plan. Just then, soone relayed through the earpiece that the pursuers were approaching. Luo Zheng was startled but then had an idea and imdiately said through the earpiece, "Everyone, hide two hundred ters behind ."
Though unclear about the reason, everyone executed Luo Zheng's orders without hesitation, hiding behind nearby large trees. Luo Zheng positioned himself behind a large tree but did not hide. He whispered through the earpiece, "Everyone, pay attention. Do not open fire without my command."
As the Scholar stayed by Luo Zheng's side, hearing this strange command and glancing at the ant mound, he sowhat understood but was not sure and could hardly imagine. Seeing Luo Zheng's somber expression and knowing he had no intention of explaining, he refrained from asking further. Soon, a large group of pursuers beca faintly visible. Luo Zheng suddenly said, "Hide right now. Do you have any grenades left?"
"No more," the Scholar said helplessly.
"I still have one more here," a soldier shouted through the headset.
"Bring it over fast," Luo Zheng said.
Shortly after, a soldier rushed over hurriedly, handed the hand grenade to Yue, then retreated to continue hiding. Luo Zheng, watching the approaching enemies, said to Yue, "Find a good hiding spot, listen to my command, and toss the grenade at that anthill, any questions?"
"No problem," Yue, sowhat puzzled, glanced at Luo Zheng, unable to comprehend the reason behind this action, but still agreed without hesitation and quickly found a place to hide.
As the enemy got closer, Luo Zheng suddenly yelled out loud, "Co on then, I'm right here."
The sound imdiately caught the enemy's attention. All eyes turned to Luo Zheng, who stood alone. They howled and ran towards him. Seeing that Luo Zheng did not shoot, they also held their fire and slowed down about a hundred ters away. More people joined, including Turul among them.
Turul, blinded completely by hatred and not seeing the others, did not think further but ordered his n to charge, shouting to take him alive. Luo Zheng, who had been prepared to dodge bullets, saw that these people were actually not shooting and even trying to capture him alive, he couldn't help laughing and shouted, "Turul, I've been waiting here for you for a long ti, co on, let's fight one-on-one."
Turul, of course, would not engage in a one-on-one fight, but he was infuriated by Luo Zheng's taunt, his nostrils steaming as he urged his forces to advance. These militants despised Luo Zheng deeply and seeing him alone, they charged forward furiously, eager to be the first to capture Luo Zheng, a move that would promote them by three ranks and bring a reward of ten thousand dollars, oblivious to the anthill between the large trees.
When the militants approached near the anthill, a cold determination appeared on Luo Zheng's staunch face as he quietly commanded, "Yue, do it now."
"Whoosh!" A hand grenade was thrown, tracing a beautiful arc through the Void.
The militants were startled; seeing that the grenade did not seem to be aid at them, thinking it missed, they laughed and pointed their guns at Luo Zheng, preparing to fire, only to discover that Luo Zheng had already dodged behind a big tree.
"Boom!" An explosion sounded. Turul looked confusedly towards the explosion site, unable to understand why the grenade had missed its target, but without giving it much thought, he quickly ordered his troop to open fire.
"Da-da-da!" A burst of dense gunfire erupted, hitting the tree where Luo Zheng was hiding, making a thudding sound as wood chips flew everywhere. The situation was dire.
The militants charged even more fiercely, eager to be the first to capture Luo Zheng. Nobody noticed soone scream and fall to the ground. Turul heard it but assud it was his own n being hit and untroubled, urged his forces to continue their assault.
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