Chapter 290 Pulling the Flag? Your Victory Celebration Banquet is ruined! Su Tang did not answer him.
A barely perceptible hint of surprise flashed deep within her calm eyes.
This Zhou Lang is indeed a tough nut to crack.
His series of attacks, which incorporated the best fighting techniques from his previous life, were enough to instantly incapacitate an ordinary special forces soldier who had undergone rigorous training. Yet, he only staggered a few steps and was still able to stand.
With his honed muscle memory and fighting instincts, Zhou Lang was frantically adapting to his attack rhythm. Although he was in a sorry state and on the defensive, he was like a stubborn rock being washed by a torrent, showing amazing resilience.
Su An's ears twitched slightly, and he caught the increasingly dense footsteps and shouts coming from afar outside the tent.
"Brother Wolf! Brother Wolf, are you inside?"
"Quickly! Surround the command tent!"
The soldiers from Battalion No. 2 who were returning to defend the area were already very close.
Her gaze passed over Zhou Lang and landed on the bright red flag fluttering in the wind in the center of the tent, representing the honor of the Second Battalion...
Time is really running out.
Seeing that Zhou Lang had recovered from the initial impact, he endured the excruciating pain, readjusted his defensive stance, and his eyes became increasingly serious and crazed.
Su Tang knew she couldn't delay any longer.
She lightly touched the ground with her toes, and her slender figure once again transformed into a blur, launching a final attack on Zhou Lang.
...
Meanwhile, the main battlefield at the No. 3 Battalion headquarters had become a living hell.
"Hold on! Hold on, everyone! Suppress the enemy fire! Don't let them get up there!"
Jiang Yan's voice was hoarse from shouting, his face and body were covered in mud and dust from the explosion, and his eyes were bloodshot.
Reality is cruel.
The numerical advantage of Battalion No. 2 was fully demonstrated at this moment.
The soldiers of Battalion No. 2, like wolves and tigers, led by Yuan Bao, surged like a tide, wave after wave, attacking the already fragile defenses of Battalion No. 3.
Countless bullets exploded at the front line of the Third Battalion's position, and the mud and shockwaves kicked up threw two Third Battalion soldiers who were changing magazines to the ground.
Before they could even get up, they were covered in dense blue paint, signaling their "death."
"Damn it!" Zhuoyue lay down next to Jiang Yan and slammed his fist into the ground. His hand was bleeding from the hard stones, but he felt no pain at all.
They had less than ten men left, pinned down behind the last line of defense, unable to even lift their heads, and all of them were out of ammunition.
Despair gradually engulfed everyone's hearts.
"Hahahaha! Jiang Yan! You rats of Battalion Three, why are you quiet now?" Yuan Bao's arrogant laughter pierced through the dense gunfire and clearly reached the ears of every soldier in Battalion Three.
"Out of bullets, huh? I'll give you a chance now. Stand up, throw away your guns, kneel down and shout 'Second Battalion is our grandpa' three times, and I might let you 'die' a little easier!"
These extremely humiliating words made every soldier in the Third Battalion, who was still catching their breath, so angry that their eyes turned red and their teeth clenched so tightly they rattled.
"Pah! Yuan Bao, you son of a bitch! If you have the guts, come at me! I'll take you down with me!" A male soldier couldn't help but stick his head out and curse angrily.
"Bang!"
A precise bullet struck his head instantly, exploding into a cloud of blue paint.
"You ignorant fools!" Yuan Bao spat disdainfully. "Brothers, charge! Crush them! Tonight we'll have a victory celebration in the mess hall of Battalion Three!"
"Charge!"
The soldiers of Battalion Two let out a deafening roar, like a flood bursting its banks, surging from all directions toward the last position of Battalion Three.
It's over.
These two words came to mind for every soldier in the Third Battalion.
Xu Gaogui's face was deathly pale, and his hand holding the gun was trembling uncontrollably. The technicians next to him had already given up resistance and closed their eyes in despair.
As Jiang Yan watched the enemy surge towards him like a tide, and felt the morale of his comrades plummet to rock bottom, a tremendous sense of powerlessness and self-blame welled up in his heart.
It was he, as the commander, who failed to lead everyone to victory.
He took a deep breath, and with all his remaining strength, let out a final roar to all the soldiers around him who could still move:
"Brothers of Battalion Three!"
"We lost! But we can't lose on our knees!"
"Listen to my command! Use up all your bullets! Fight to the last moment!"
Jiang Yanmeng picked up his rifle and launched a final counterattack.
The surviving soldiers of the Third Battalion, moved by his resolute and tragic spirit, also held their ground until they emptied their last magazine. They knew this was their final battle.
However, Yuan Bao had no intention of giving them a chance.
"Is it necessary to fight them to the death? Call them out one by one!"
The soldiers of Battalion Two grinned maliciously, forming a fan-shaped encirclement and closing in step by step, their dark gun barrels pointed at Jiang Yan and the others.
This was a massacre with no suspense whatsoever.
"Bang!" The first bullet hit Xu Gaogui, who was jolted and stared in disbelief at the paint on his chest.
"Bang! Bang bang!" Immediately afterwards, several blue flowers bloomed on the bodies of the other survivors.
After a barrage of gunfire, all the soldiers in the No. 3 Battalion headquarters had been wiped out.
Yuan Bao strolled over leisurely and headed straight for the dilapidated command tent of the Third Battalion.
His goal was the flag that represented the honor of the Third Battalion.
He walked up to the flagpole, his face displaying undisguised victorious arrogance.
He looked at Jiang Yan, who was being held at gunpoint not far away, his face filled with grief and indignation but powerless to do anything about it, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Jiang Yan, do you see this? This is what happens to a useless camp."
He slowly reached out and grasped the flagpole covered in smoke and dust.
Jiang Yan looked away, unable to bear watching any longer.
Zhuoyue, Xu Gaogui, and all the surviving soldiers of the Third Battalion turned their heads away, their faces filled with humiliation.
Time seemed to slow down infinitely at this moment.
Yuan Bao's hand began to exert force.
With just a gentle pull, Battalion No. 3 will become a thing of the past, a laughing stock.
Just then—
"Waaaaaah!"
A sharp, piercing alarm blared through the entire forest, tearing through the night sky without warning!
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