The ferocious fighter jet roared nacingly in the sky, and two strikes turned the faces of Luo Zheng and his team pallid and tense. Facing such formidable firepower, personal bravery ant nothing. Everyone looked to Luo Zheng, waiting for his next decision. Just now, following Luo Zheng's lead to turn and run back was a narrow escape from death; now, they pinned their hopes on him for survival.
"What do we do?" Ghost Hand asked anxiously, his pale face full of nervousness.
Luo Zheng was also very tense. With no ans to fight back against the fearso fighter jet, they could only passively take hits. Seeing Lan Xue's questioning gaze, he quickly said, "Lie down on the spot and hide, wait for an opportunity."
Without much questioning, everyone lay down on the spot and pricked up their ears. They could hear the fighter jet and drones still circling overhead, with no intention of leaving. No one dared to move. Luo Zheng took a deep breath to steady his nerves and asked with concern, "Is anyone hurt?"
"Got so burns on the face from the first missile explosion, and my eyebrows are singed off, but I won't die," Ghost Hand said in a low voice. The others also expressed that they were only scorched. Luo Zheng heaved a sigh of relief. It was a miracle they had survived the massive explosion. Fortunately, they were encased in specialized tight suits that provided excellent bulletproof capabilities as well as fire and water resistance, which protected them from being severely burned.
"It's a good thing we jumped down the cliff," Snow Leopard said with a sigh of relief. "The first missile exploded right above our heads. If we hadn't jumped, the missile's lateral blast wave would have hit us directly, and we'd certainly be dead."
"As long as everyone's okay, that's what matters. It's no big deal if your eyebrows are gone; they will grow back. Later, I can lend you an eyebrow pencil to draw them on, in any shape you want," Lan Xue said, trying to lighten everyone's spirits.
At this, everyone chuckled, feeling much better. Luo Zheng also smiled. Hearing the diminishing sound of the fighter jet, he felt a surge of joy and slowly lifted his head, noticing that the fighter jets were no longer in the sky. The drones were still there, but not directly overhead. He suggested, "Let's climb up the collapsed slope and check the situation at the cliff."
"Can everyone walk?" Lan Xue asked, concerned.
The team agreed in unison and got up to walk towards the missile-blasted slope. The slope was covered with fallen rocks. Climbing and leveraging the stones, they ascended about ten ters when suddenly they heard the droning of the drones approaching. Everyone imdiately lay down, covering themselves with their camouflage suits, motionless. Once the drones passed, they continued climbing and before long reached the top of the cliff.
The overcast sky grew even darker, a sure sign that rain was approaching. The fighter jet had gone far away, without a trace to be seen. The drones continued to circle nearby, searching everywhere for their shadows. The team lay motionless at the edge of the cliff, watching the boastful drones with eyes full of hatred. If it weren't for these things, they would have long since run out of sight. Why did they have to suffer like this?
Having a brush with death was truly unbearable. Luo Zheng exhaled, releasing all the frustration and rage in his heart, and said coldly, "Brothers, the fighter jet has returned to base. It will definitely take so ti to co back, and it's about to rain. Let's rest here and wait for the torrential rain to start before we move. With the rain as cover, it will be harder for us to be detected."
"That makes sense," Lan Xue agreed. They had just survived a bombardnt by the fighter jet, and both their emotions and nerves were stretched to the limit. They indeed needed to recoup.
Ghost Hand and the others naturally would not object; everyone silently lay on the ground, motionless, allowing the unmanned surveillance drone to fly back and forth in the sky. Perhaps because the place where everyone was hiding had been previously bombed, the surveillance drone didn't co to scout above their heads, which eased everyone's nerves slightly.
Luo Zheng observed the unmanned surveillance drone for a while and gradually mastered its flight pattern. Unfortunately, it flew too high and its speed wasn't slow either, so there was no way to shoot it down. He exhaled a turbid breath and said in a cold, low voice, "It seems that the surveillance drone won't leave until it confirms our deaths; I estimate that troops will be coming soon."
"You an we should retreat now?" Lan Xue asked in a low voice, her expression as solemn as iron.
"Last ti, the fighter jets bombed us once, and we managed to evade them. This ti they have bombed again, if we were the commanders, wouldn't we let the surveillance drone monitor the surrounding area, then draw troops to confirm?" Luo Zheng analyzed gravely.
Everyone agreed it made sense, so Luo Zheng continued, "A downpour is about to start soon; we can't stay here. We must evacuate imdiately. If we go now, it will expose us, but if we don't, the Arctic Bear's helicopters will definitely co, and we won't be able to escape either. It's better to run first."
After resting for a few minutes, everyone's stiff and sore muscles had eased a lot, and their emotions stabilized, no longer as tense; they all turned to look at Luo Zheng. Ghost Hand said in a low voice, "The downpour is coming soon, and I estimate that the Arctic Bear Country's helicopters are already on their way. Let's run."
"Let's go." Luo Zheng and Lan Xue exchanged glances and without hesitation, he commanded. He sprang up from the ground and charged forward with large strides; the others got up too and followed.
Soon, the unmanned surveillance drone flew over, obviously having spotted everyone's tracks. But Luo Zheng and the others ignored it, continuing their forced march. After a few hundred ters, a thunderclap sounded in the sky, followed by a torrential downpour. The large raindrops stung their faces and drumd loudly on their helts.
The faces of the team mbers were scorched by the heat of missiles, unable to withstand the pumling of the rain. They pulled down the hoods of their camouflage suits to shield their faces, bowing their heads and tilting their bodies to prevent the rain from hitting them directly, continuing the forced march. Luo Zheng in the lead, he couldn't help but laugh upon seeing a bolt of lightning in the sky.
Stormy weather is unfavorable for combat, but for them, it was practically a lifesaver. Half an hour later, with no signs of fighter jets or ard helicopters, everyone's anxiety was greatly relieved. They didn't dare to stop and kept moving forward, praying for the storm to grow stronger and last longer.
The wind howled, making it sowhat difficult to stand, and the rain grew heavier, lowering the visibility further. It was like being in a world of rain; the unmanned surveillance drone had long since disappeared without a trace. With dark clouds covering the sky, everyone trudged on with difficulty, yet their spirits were exceptionally high. If one could stay alive, what's a little storm?
On the battlefield, everyone's demands were very low, lowered to just one – to stay alive. To live, any difficulty or tornt seed trivial.
Luo Zheng's eyes were sharp as he looked ahead, encouraging everyone, "Brothers, this is tily rain; even the heavens are helping us. Don't stop; be careful not to let the enemy catch up and kick your butts."
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