Just as Jiang Zhi and the others were gradually losing their strength, a car roar suddenly came from the distance. The sound came closer and closer, like rolling thunder, breaking the dead silence of the mountain manor and bringing a glimmer of hope to the people in desperate situation.
Amidst the fierce battle, Jiang Zhi took a moment to glance up and saw several off-road vehicles, like black cheetahs, speeding towards them, stirring up clouds of dust. The lead vehicle braked sharply and stopped steadily in front of the manor. The door swung open, and Shen Qingchen, a tall, straight figure, rushed out like an arrow. He was dressed in a black windbreaker, the corners of his clothes rustling in the wind. His face was stern, but his eyes were filled with desperate eagerness. As soon as he stepped out of the car, his gaze was like a precise radar, eagerly searching for Jiang Zhi.
At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and Jiang Zhi's heart skipped a beat. Every moment of their past together, the sweetness and pain, the laughter and tears, flooded back like a tide. She looked at Shen Qingchen, a complex and indistinguishable emotion flashing through her eyes: joy at reunion, a deep, unbreakable attachment to him at work; and the bitterness of past pain. The scars of divorce hadn't yet healed, and every memory felt like salt in the wound.
Shen Qingchen spotted Jiang Zhi immediately, and seeing that she was safe and sound, his heart finally settled down a little. "Jiang Zhi, I'm late," he roared, his voice a little broken by the wind. He shouted and rushed towards the enemy without hesitation, the gun in his hand spewing tongues of fire, and each bullet carried the anger and determination he had accumulated for a long time.
The elite team he brought with him were well-trained and quickly dispersed to reunite with Jiang Zhi's allies. Each of these team members had a resolute gaze, their movements were swift, and their weapons gleamed coldly in the sunlight, instantly changing the tide of battle. The defense, previously reeling under the pressure of Jiang Yao and the others, was rekindled by their presence, and with renewed determination, they launched a fierce counterattack against the enemy.
Jiang Zhi looked at Shen Qingchen's back, a mixture of emotions welling up in her heart. She recalled the time they strolled through the park, hand in hand, admiring the beautiful sunset. Back then, they had believed their happiness would last forever, but they hadn't anticipated the cruel twists and turns of fate. But now, at this critical juncture of life and death, he had appeared like a hero once again, guarding her side.
During a break in the battle, Shen Qingchen took a moment to look at Jiang Zhi, his eyes firm and affectionate, as if he had carved out a special emotional channel for them amidst the glare of swords and swords, proclaiming his unwavering love. Jiang Zhi turned her head slightly away, afraid that if she looked at him any longer, she would burst into tears, overwhelmed by the surging emotions. At this moment, there was no need for them to say anything more; fighting side by side and repelling the powerful enemy was the only way out.
The enemy also sensed the reversal of the situation and launched a frantic counterattack. When Jiang Yao saw Shen Qingchen appear, the hatred in her eyes burned like a blazing flame, bordering on madness. She rushed towards Jiang Zhi recklessly, brandishing a sharp blade and screaming, "I want you all buried with me!" Her distorted face and ferocious expression made her look like a demon from hell.
Shen Qingchen caught a glimpse of Jiang Yao's movements from the corner of his eye and, without hesitation, stepped aside to block Jiang Zhi. The sharp blade sliced through the air, whistling with death as it fiercely slashed across his arm. Blood instantly seeped out, staining his sleeve red.
"Qingchen!" Jiang Zhi exclaimed, her voice filled with fear and heartache. Her eyes instantly turned red, tears welling up in her eyes, almost bursting out. At this moment, all the past grudges and hatreds were thrown behind her mind, and her heart and eyes were filled with only the injured Shen Qingchen.
Shen Qingchen just turned around and smiled gently. That smile was particularly moving against the backdrop of blood and fire. "Don't be afraid, I'm here." These four simple words, however, seemed to have a tremendous force, hitting Jiang Zhi's heart and dispelling the fear in her heart.
On the battlefield, the situation grew increasingly chaotic. Shen Qingchen's team brought in more advanced weapons and equipment, and their suppressive firepower overwhelmed the enemy. However, the members of the mysterious organization brought by Jiang Yao were no pushovers either. Relying on their familiarity with the terrain, they fought and retreated, seeking opportunities for a counterattack.
Jiang Zhi suppressed her grief and quickly calmed down. She knew this was no time for sentimental moments; everyone was fighting for survival and justice. She took a deep breath and unleashed her medical skills, quickly tending to the wounded ally. Her hands, like nimble butterflies, moved between bandages and medicine, stopping the bleeding and bandaging the wounds. Her movements were deft and precise, ensuring her injured comrades could return to the battlefield as quickly as possible, their fighting capacity intact.
Shen Qingchen, demonstrating his exceptional leadership, shouted commands to his team, flexibly adjusting tactics based on the battlefield situation. His voice, steady and powerful, cut through the hail of bullets, reassuring his teammates. "Encircle the left flank, take cover! Provide covering fire from the right flank, don't let them overtake!" Under his command, the coalition forces steadily pressed the enemy, gradually regaining the initiative on the battlefield.
Jiang Yao saw the situation was dire, and her hatred intensified. However, she also knew that her chances of success would be slim today. She glared fiercely at Jiang Zhi and Shen Qingchen, then, taking advantage of the chaos, led her remaining men in a fighting retreat. "Just wait, I won't let you go!" Her voice echoed through the air, filled with resentment and bitterness.
As the enemy retreated, the manor gradually returned to peace, leaving only the thick smoke, scattered corpses, and the groans of the wounded. Jiang Zhi gazed upon the devastated ground, his heart filled with sadness. This battle was only the beginning; the road ahead would be filled with dangers and the shadow of the mysterious organization still loomed overhead.
Shen Qingchen walked over to Jiang Zhi and looked at her slightly tired but still strong face, feeling distressed. He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her, but stopped in mid-air, as if afraid of disturbing her. "Jiang Zhi, you have suffered along the way." His voice was low and hoarse, full of endless apology and deep affection.
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