Before long, Luo Zheng saw the first to arrive protecting an elder as they rushed over, making him startle. Just then, the enemy launched another charge. Luo Zheng, without ti for a closer look, quickly opened fire, killing several of the enemy's frontrunners. The rest of the enemy fell back in retreat after the failed attack.
At that mont, Lan Xue leading the others charged forward, fiercely attacking the thinning enemy ranks. With about ten more joining in the fight, dense bullets ford a net of firepower, suppressing the enemies ahead. Combined with the precise shooting from Ghost Hand, Snow Leopard, and Mountain Eagle, they swiftly eliminated the remaining dozen enemies.
Luo Zheng let out a long sigh and seeing two people run towards him, he didn't wait to ask questions. The older man urgently asked, "Who are you?" speaking in the international common language.
Finally, soone he could communicate with. Luo Zheng inwardly rejoiced, quickly signaling for them to get down to avoid any stray bullets, he shouted through the headset, "Xue Er, organize everyone to clear the battlefield and prepare to evacuate, the reinforcents are probably close."
After waiting for Lan Xue to acknowledge, Luo Zheng shouted to the elder, "Can you speak the local language? If so, shout loudly for everyone to hurry in clearing the battlefield, collect the weapons and ammo, and retreat—the enemies are coming again soon."
The man agreed, then shouted sothing in a flurry of gibberish before turning back to Luo Zheng, curiosity filled his eyes. A non-local who had co to their rescue—what was this situation? Luo Zheng had no ti to explain, he quickly said, "Tell everyone to pick up weapons and ammunition and evacuate imdiately. Decide for yourselves where to go."
Luo Zheng's rescue was rely to use these people as a cover, creating a diversion to remain undetected by the Arctic Bear's satellite. Now that he had rescued the people and the enemy was eliminated, it was natural to let everyone flee. Stronger pursuers were still behind, there was no need to wait for death. After giving the instructions, Luo Zheng called everyone through the headset to gather and prepare to retreat.
"We are from the Buso River village, thank you for saving our lives. If possible, please co to our village, and we will warmly welco you," the middle-aged man said gratefully, without hesitating, he also prepared to leave.
Hearing Buso River village, Luo Zheng was overjoyed. He imdiately grabbed the man and asked, "Do you know Lucia?"
"Hm? That's my wife, what about them? Who are you?" the man exclaid, staring at Luo Zheng intently.
"Who I am is not important. We've been to your village, everyone was fine, and they warmly hosted us for three days. I didn't expect it to be you. I need to ask about sothing," Luo Zheng quickly asked, "Do you know about the terrorist organization in Gonda Town? We are looking for a Huaxia national, about fifty-six years old—have you heard anything?"
"Gonda Town?" The man looked at Luo Zheng in surprise, his face beca contemplative. After a mont, he continued, "Thank you for bringing news of my village and my wife. As for the person you're looking for, I regret to say I don't know, but I can ask around."
"No, this is confidential, the fewer people who know, the better," Luo Zheng regretfully refused the man's offer.
At that mont, the young man who first climbed up suddenly spoke in a jumble of words. The middle-aged man was startled and quickly exchanged a few words with him before turning to Luo Zheng with excitent, "This is my son. Influenced by his mother, he can understand our conversation but cannot speak our language. He just told that about a hundred kiloters north of Gonda Town, there is a military base. Like this place, it too is built underground using natural terrain."
"A military base? Constructed with natural terrain?" Luo Zheng exclaid in surprise.
"Yes," continued the middle-aged man, "Underground fortifications. Below the Gobi plain there are many dried-up subterranean rivers. Over hundreds of years, they've beco bone-dry caves, a labyrinthine network like a spider's web. An unfamiliar person entering would certainly die. They also wanted to build a similar military base here. It's rumored that this military base is the stronghold of a terrorist organization. Villagers for hundreds of kiloters around know this rumor, but no one dares speak of it, nor does anyone dare enter. Anyone who carelessly cos near dies. Could the person you're looking for be there?"
Upon hearing this, Luo Zheng was imdiately overjoyed. This was an unexpected clue, and his mission to rescue was worth it. He quickly responded, "Thank you. You all better run; a large group of people is coming after us, and they're very dangerous. It's too late to escape otherwise. It's best to scatter and break through in small groups," he said, pointing towards the direction of the pursuers.
"Okay, thank you." The other man, without any fuss and with a tone of gratitude, shouted sothing to the people around him. Luo Zheng saw that the people around admired this man greatly. Quickly, they dispersed, breaking away in small groups and fleeing desperately.
Luo Zheng gathered his team, checked the GPS for direction, and led everyone towards Gonda Town. Everyone, through their earpieces, had heard the conversation between Luo Zheng and the middle-aged man. They were all excited with this new clue, no longer aimlessly bumping around like headless flies. Soon, they dove into the hills and disappeared into the night without a trace.
About fifteen minutes later, a large group arrived, led by a person dressed in a black robe, looking like the Grim Reaper, all of them with indifferent expressions and eyes shining with a ferocious light. They stared at the people scattering over the hills, sniffing the air forcefully, trying to pick up any clue they desired.
Soon, these few people quickly spread out, running around, occasionally squatting to check the tracks on the ground before continuing their run. They reached near the cave and surveyed the area, their expressions cold and focused, noses twitching like hound dogs as if they had sensed sothing.
At that mont, several fully-ard soldiers with a military unit also charged over, the mbers of the Snow Bear Special Forces. The person in the black robe didn't even glance at the advancing group, continuing to search for traces. The later group stopped nearby, watchfully observing the corpses on the ground and the surrounding hills.
Casiva carefully checked the gunshot wounds on the bodies, many of which were shot between the eyes—a mark of skilled execution. Sothing clicked for Casiva, and a cold smile crossed his distinctively angled face. Approaching the mouth of the cave, he saw fresh blood everywhere and bodies at the bottom. Casiva quickly grabbed a rope and slid down, crouching to examine the bodies closely, all of which had died from crossbow arrows to the throat.
"Hiss?" Casiva was puzzled about how these people were killed. About ten people, yet without any sign of struggle, all shot in the throat. Were they just standing still, waiting to be shot? He beca more cautious about his target and quickly grabbed the rope to climb back up.
"Many people are running around, covering up the tracks of the target's retreat. Should we capture a few to interrogate?" a Snow Bear warrior ran up and asked after saluting.
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