Whether in ancient tis or now, on the battlefield, once the highest leader is killed, it directly affects the morale of the army. This is even more so for a group of drug trafficker armies gathered for profit. Without trust, faith, or loyalty, when the leader is killed, everyone starts to grab power. Who cares about the pursuit then?
The leader of this pursuer wanted to inspire the troops, took the lead, and was eager to make a difference but got caught in a trap and his head was blown off. This dramatic scene of a massive retreat occurred on the battlefield, of course, thanks to the power of the trap.
Ordinary traps focus on creating panic and shaking the morale through bloody slaughter, but Luo Zheng's traps had both traditional bloody slaughter and modern extensive damage. The power and terror coexisted, knocking down nearly half of the ard militants. With their leader's head blown off, once the other militants learned the truth, who dared to stay?
There are many accidents on the battlefield, but the massive retreat of this pursuer wasn't an accident. It was the result of many factors combined. The bombing of the camp was enough to make a team collapse. This pursuer had experienced bombing, relentless pursuit, and traps. After the last straw of their leader getting his head blown off, it was unbelievable that they could still organize a pursuit.
Luo Zheng didn't let his brothers pursue, but waited until all the pursuers had run away before he spoke through the headset, "Brothers, clean up the battlefield, double-check with shots, and collect any useful supplies to evacuate as quickly as possible."
"Understood," everyone shouted excitedly. The battle was too easy. Although it used up most of their ammunition, they knocked down more than a hundred people, and the ammunition ca back. Everyone rushed forward, shooting those who were not dead once more, and also those who were clearly dead, to avoid any feigning or ambush from hiding behind.
A few minutes later, the battlefield was cleaned up, and everyone quickly evacuated the scene with the spoils of war. With this ambush, other pursuers would not dare to pursue too fiercely. But Luo Zheng still couldn't take it lightly and led the team to evacuate quickly, leaving a lot of tracks for the pursuers to follow, covering for another team to withdraw.
Victory is a stimulant. The great victory without firing a shot exhilarated everyone even more. They looked at Luo Zheng with full respect, marching rapidly all the way without complaints or regrets. The soldiers gritted their teeth and persevered, and before they knew it, it had beco dark. Luo Zheng, careful as ever, ordered the team to stop and rest, lit a few bonfires that brightly illuminated the surroundings and could be seen from afar, attracting the pursuers without minding exposing themselves.
After eating and drinking their fill, the team continued on their way, wearing Night Vision Devices, each looking like a wild wolf walking under the night sky, resolute, calm, bold, and valiant. The team moved quickly. Whether they could shake off the pursuers depended on their stamina and speed. To survive, everyone unleashed their greatest potential.
Those who remained were well-trained elite soldiers. Despite everyone being very tired after a night of forced march, they all held on until dawn. When the team could no longer persist, Luo Zheng had no choice but to order the team to rest on the spot for two hours. After setting up guards, everyone fell into a deep sleep.
Luo Zheng couldn't sleep; his mind was filled with the image of Lan Xue. Sitting under a big tree, he stared blankly ahead with eyes full of worry, not even noticing the water Shi Qingshan passed to him. Seeing Luo Zheng full of worry and self-bla, Shi Qingshan didn't know how to console him and said softly, "Eat sothing. No matter what, only a good physical state can allow you to do what you want to do."
"Thank you," Luo Zheng, having regained consciousness, gratefully took the water bottle and gulped down several mouthfuls before tearing into the dry food. No matter what, he needed to stay alive to find Lan Xue. If he fell, who would search for her? Luo Zheng ate so food and felt his strength partially restored. He closed his eyes to rest and started regulating his breathing with the family's Breathing Skill.
Two hours later, the team continued their journey without spotting any pursuers, but Luo Zheng still urged everyone to march quickly, just to be safe. There had been enough fighting, and Luo Zheng did not want any more casualties. The team moved intermittently and, before they realized, night had fallen, still without the sign of pursuers. Luo Zheng had Shi Qingshan contact headquarters, learning that another squad was also on its retreat route, relatively safe and unchallenged by pursuers, which allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief.
That very night, Luo Zheng instructed the team to rest until midnight before continuing their march. After a few hours of sleep, everyone looked better though worn and thinner. However, their eyes were determined, and they traversed with an air of vigor, maintaining a fast pace.
Another two days later, the team reached the ridge where Luo Zheng had jumped off the cliff. It wasn't far from their territory now, and Luo Zheng believed the pursuers would not chase them this far. He asked Shi Qingshan to lead the others back while he stayed behind to search for Lan Xue. Pangolin's words had deeply moved him — where it was lost, there it should be found.
Shi Qingshan thought for a mont, did not insist, left so supplies and a satellite phone with Luo Zheng, and then withdrew with the team. Luo Zheng stood at the cliff's edge, staring down, trying to sense the surroundings, and imagining what Lan Xue would have done in her predicant.
Left behind either ant death or capture; this was not the style of the National Blade Special Combat Team. Jumping off the cliff undoubtedly was the last resort. The cliff's bottom was shrouded in mist, looking very deep. Luo Zheng believed Captain Wu Jin had already sent soone to explore, but why hadn't Captain Wu noticed anything unusual?
Luo Zheng looked at the fallen debris at the bottom of the cliff, pondering this was where Lan Xue had jumped. More than ten days had passed; with Captain Wu's capabilities and the help of nearly ten thousand elite soldiers, they still hadn't found Lan Xue. Where had she gone? Could he really find her? Where should he even start searching?
After a long thought, achieving no clarity, one thing was certain: Captain Wu had searched everywhere possible without results. Searching the surroundings again by himself was unlikely to bear fruit, suggesting his approach was wrong. At this mont, Pangolin's words surfaced in his mind again: where it was lost, there it should be found.
"Where it was lost, there it should be found?" Luo Zheng muttered with a lancholic tone, staring blankly at the bottom of the cliff. What was the correct approach to searching? Would circling down the cliff truly reveal Lan Xue's fallen tracks?
The answer was no. Luo Zheng did not doubt this at all. Half a month had passed without any trace of Lan Xue, who was likely no longer alive. Left to live alone, what was the purpose of his life now? Enough, enough, if they could not live together, then they would die together.
With a resolute look, Luo Zheng stared down the cliff, his face reflecting a flash of resolve as he cried out sorrowfully, "Xue Er, wait for , I'm coming." With that, he leapt, disappearing into the mist below the cliff, his tragic cry echoing long within the chasm, as if even the heavens and earth changed their color.
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