"Wait, there's enemy activity." An Moxue stopped and grabbed Fifty-Eight, hiding behind the nearest big tree.
Fifty-eight turned around and looked at An Moxue with a puzzled expression, "What's wrong?"
“There’s an unfamiliar aura ahead, and they have internal energy. There’s more than one person, number fifty-eight. It looks like we’re in for a tough battle. The worst-case scenario we predicted has come true. They anticipated our path and sent men to intercept us.” An Moxue said, opening her backpack and taking out her belongings.
Fifty-eight watched helplessly as An Moxue assembled a submachine gun in just a few minutes and even calibrated it.
"Here, just take care of yourself. If you can run, then run. Don't worry about me. I'll definitely make it out."
"No!" Fifty-eight growled. How could she abandon her companions and escape alone?
"The wounded have no right to speak. Besides, is your rank higher than mine? I'm a regimental-level officer, what about you?"
An Moxue looked at her with a wicked smile in her eyes: "So, obey the commander's orders. Of course, I won't leave you unless it's a crisis. Now, check the weapons and equipment."
At this moment, Fifty-Eight really wanted to say something: "Sir, your appearance combined with your current expression is really strange, you know that?"
The two checked the equipment. An Moxue took out a submachine gun, which shocked her. But when she saw the bullets, she was even more shocked and speechless. The one she was carrying was a heavy machine gun, weighing more than ten pounds. This one was lighter, but it must have weighed seven or eight pounds. With the bullets, there were probably eighty or ninety magazines. How heavy must those bullets be? Was she going to wipe out the enemy?
Seeing her expression, An Moxue assumed she wasn't used to the machine gun and said, "Sorry, I'm used to heavy submachine guns. The one I got for you is the lightest one." She had thrown the others she picked up into her spatial storage and couldn't take them out now.
"No, thank you. I can use it." Is this the time to pick and choose a gun based on whether it's convenient or not?
Shouldn't we be worried about whether we can get out smoothly?
It can only be said that she was unaware of An Moxue's experiences over the years and underestimated her strength.
Could she say that she was truly moved once again?
The two guns and the bullets alone cost a lot of money, which the company wouldn't reimburse; Hummingbird had to pay for it all themselves.
An Moxue gave her most of the magazine, and she wanted to refuse, but An Moxue glared at her and she gave up.
An Moxue said, "Don't be stingy with bullets. We can get more from them later, understand?"
Can she say that she truly lives up to her reputation as the legendary hummingbird?
That's how fierce they are!
To make such a bold statement without knowing how many enemies are ahead or how strong they are!
The two got ready. An Moxue looked ahead and said, "There might be someone who has spotted us ahead. They also have internal energy martial artists. 1,500 meters ahead, in the 9 o'clock to 2 o'clock direction. Listen to me. When I say fire, you unleash all your bullets, all at once, understand? Don't be stingy with bullets. This is our last gamble, a life-or-death situation."
"good."
Full speed ahead!
......
"shot."
At An Moxue's command, Fifty-Eight obeyed without question. She had a feeling of fighting alongside Nine in the training camp before. However, the enemy ahead was too fierce, and she could only keep firing the bullets in her hand, changing magazine after magazine. She didn't have time to think about it in detail, and that feeling was just a fleeting thought.
While Fifty-Eight fired blindly, An Moxue specifically targeted those with internal energy and unleashed a rapid barrage of bullets, firing only slightly more than Fifty-Eight.
On the other side, the captain, unable to withstand the firepower, shouted, "Retreat! Retreat! Retreat now!"
They predicted the enemy's escape route and successfully set up interception posts. They were quite excited, thinking this was a sure military achievement!
But who could have imagined that they would start with such a full-scale barrage, firing bullets without hesitation, making it difficult for them to even retaliate? Moreover, seeing their comrades falling one by one, each shot hitting a vital spot and taking their lives, they were definitely snipers!
Anyone who isn't afraid of snipers, come out here, he definitely won't kill you!
Are we just waiting to be wiped out if we don't retreat?
Moreover, in those few short minutes, a quarter of their companions had died, and the death toll was still rising. What could they do if they didn't retreat?
In battle, every second counts; those seconds could mean the death of the enemy or your own.
An Moxue clearly sensed the enemy's fear and shouted to Fifty-Eight, "Fight hard! If we make them afraid, we'll have hope!"
"Received!" Fifty-eight hit the nail on the head, his blood boiling.
If the enemy advances, I will advance too!
The enemy retreats, we advance!
Never let go of your opponent!
An Moxue watched the magazine being emptied from her hand and quickened her pace. The gun in her hand was like a death knell; whoever it hit would be sent to their death.
Fifty-eight doesn't just fire mindlessly; she aims and fires in bursts, and her accuracy is frighteningly high.
An Moxue fully circulated her inner energy, sensing the aura of the people opposite her. As the number of people who knew them continued to decrease, she felt increasingly relieved.
"Damn it! Does this thing have eyes? We're retreating like this and we can't even avoid enemy fire, this doesn't make sense!"
"Shut up! There's a master on the other side!" a martial artist with internal energy roared.
Everyone's morale is low, and the army is on the verge of collapse. Continuing to fight like this is too dangerous, and there is no chance of winning.
"Captain, let's retreat!"
The captain fired two more bullets, gritted his teeth, and ordered, "Withdraw!" No matter how unwilling he was, he couldn't be as reckless as those two lunatics.
At the same time, a distress signal was sent out.
"They've retreated!"
"Let's retreat too! There might still be enemy troops nearby, otherwise they wouldn't have sent out a distress signal."
The two men, carrying their hot guns, quickly moved through the dense forest and disappeared in no time. An Moxue didn't forget to scatter handfuls of animal-attracting powder behind them.
"Captain, the people on the other side didn't follow."
"Some of us will clean up the battlefield, and some of us will chase after them with me. When reinforcements arrive, we'll kill them."
The soldiers looked at each other, but no one made a move.
The captain could see their hesitation and simply said, "If you don't want to go back and get punished, then take action. Now, I'll assign the tasks."
"Corey, Rusu, and Bammai, you three clean up the battlefield. The rest of you, come with me." Everyone saw that the three youngest soldiers were left behind. They didn't say anything, but just looked at each other deeply, patted the three left behind, and then caught up with their captain.
All three knew that even if reinforcements arrived, they didn't need to follow; their lives were safe. But why did they feel so uneasy?
They gazed intently at the departing troops, tears welling in their eyes. They hastily wiped their tears away and headed towards the battlefield.
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