More than twenty people seemed to have more than twenty grenade launchers, constantly throwing button bombs at the enemy group, roaring angrily, as if venting their anger that had been squeezed in their hearts for a long time, and rushed and beat them hard without fear of death, regardless of the bullets the enemy might shoot, and the way of fighting was completely desperate. Everyone had only one idea in their minds. The time for revenge has come, it's worth it, blow up one pair, and make a profit.

The bomb suddenly appeared blocked the enemy's fierce charge. The ground was covered with corpses, with broken limbs flying everywhere, screaming in succession. Luo Zhengsen stared at the front with a cold look. He keenly discovered the fighter plane and roared: "Snipers killed the enemy with heavy firepower, others rushed up with me and killed--!"

"Kill!" Everyone roared, jumped out of the bunker, and rushed forward with a scream. The sound rushed straight into the sky with endless anger and fighting spirit, shattering the night and shattering the enemy's morale. The sound of bullets, explosions, and shouts of killing resounded over the woods, mixing together, composing a touch of tragic death.

There were about ten people from the snow leopard, about ten people from the ghost hand, and about twenty people who rushed up to help, all of them were only about forty people. The charge was like a murderous aura, and with the indomitable fighting spirit, they rushed towards the enemy. They didn't want any evasion or firepower cover. The brave ones won when they met on a narrow road!

This one, everyone is fighting for momentum, courage, and a courageous heart. The powerful momentum is like an invisible sledgehammer, hitting the enemy's heart hard. The enemy begins to be in chaos, panic, and afraid, especially the button bombs that keep throwing over, like money, blowing up a large area, and the tragic wailing makes people feel heart-pounding.

The enemy was in chaos, but Luo Zheng roared with people, just like the god of war descending to earth. After a magazine was shot, there was no need to change bullets. Time is life, and it is impossible to waste it. Luo Zheng roared: "Pistol."

Everyone pulled out their pistols and fired them one after another to ensure that the firepower suppressed the enemy was constantly being suppressed, and continued to rush forward. They quickly killed the enemy when they saw the rebellious enemy. In addition, the snipers hiding on the hillsides on both sides, the enemy they attacked had no desire to resist. Some people even dared not look at the gun anymore, and turned around and ran away.

The pistol bullets were quickly finished. Luo Zheng put away the pistol and roared: "Draw the sword and kill."

"Kill." Everyone roared in unison, pulled out their dragon teeth, and rushed into the enemy group with a scream. They chopped them when they saw them and killed them when they met them. They roared one after another as if the god of death was roaring, chopping the enemy who dared to block the front to the ground on the spot. There were no fancy moves or extra movements. The sword was bloody and the sword was killed!

The most hard work of a month was fully performed at this moment. Under the night, the sword light flashed, like the sickle of the god of death, constantly kissing the enemy's throat, bringing out blood. The prisoners who followed him to help saw Luo Zheng and others so fiercely, and they were all injected with chicken blood. Thinking of the humiliation and injuries they had suffered, they remembered the tragic death of comrades, picked up weapons on the ground one by one, skillfully replaced the magazine, quickly dispersed, hid behind Luo Zheng and others, and shot an enemy who was trying to attack to rescue everyone.

There was a fierce dragon-toothed sword in front of him, and there were more than twenty former scouts behind him, and they were fired at the right time. They gathered only a few meters and were shot accurately. In addition, the snipers ambushed on the mountainsides on both sides kept using incendiary bombs to attack people with heavy firepower and officer-like appearances, creating terror and chaos. The enemy was scared and could not stop them?

Soon, the enemy was defeated on a large scale and turned around and ran away. Luo Zheng naturally would not miss such a good opportunity and roared: "Pick up the gun and chase it!"

"Kill!" Everyone didn't even have time to put away their knives, picked up the weapons on the ground, chasing the enemy behind, and shooting accurately at the visible enemy.

The defeat was like a mountain of defeat. The team without the desire to resist could not organize the resistance. They wished that their parents would give birth to fewer legs. They didn't bother to see what was ahead. They ran wildly, for fear of falling behind. They were rare. Luo Zheng led everyone to chase after him and beat the dog in the water.

Soon, the enemy rushed out of the canyon, and Luo Zheng did not dare to chase him anymore, and immediately ordered the team to pause. Looking at the scared enemy's escape direction, he smiled coldly, and his strong fighting spirit burned on his body. He looked like a victorious god of war, crazy, confident, fearless, shouted: "Snipers should pay attention to the enemy situation, others should quickly clean the battlefield and bring as much ammunition as possible."

"Yes." Everyone roared in unison, especially the scouts who came to help, were conquered by the combat skills of Luo Zheng and others. Dozens of people repelled nearly 300 attacks, and their blood was boiling, as if they had returned to the time of the past, their eyes became fanatical, and they looked at Luo Zheng with reverence.

Everyone quickly cleans the battlefield, picks up the weapons they can use, and collects all the bullets on the enemy without leaving a single one. This victory does not mean that the enemy will give up, and the road ahead will be safe. You must reserve enough ammunition to prepare for future troubles.

Ten minutes later, everyone brought their weapons and ammunition to retreat to the stronghold. All the weapons and ammunition were piled by the bonfire. Without Luo Zheng's order, everyone dared not take it easily. Luo Zheng fell behind the team and whispered: "Lan Xing, have you checked it? Is there any problem?"

"All have been investigated, there is no problem. The main ones are intelligence personnel and border scouts. There are three smugglers who may have been misunderstood by neighboring countries as intelligence personnel who have infiltrated the past. The rest are armed police. In other words, except for the three smugglers, the others are all our own people. The superiors already know about this. I hope we will change our plans and escort them back to our country first. They are all heroes. In the past, they didn't know their life and death. Now that they know, they must be rescued." Lan Xing said seriously.

"I have already told the Southwest Military Region that they are all their people. They have organized people to help and should arrive soon. Your old friend, scholar, leads a special war squadron. I believe their family members have also learned the news. They are all looking forward to their relatives returning to the dead. This is good news. The above meaning is to take the people back at any cost." The voice of Hong Plum Blossom sounded in the headset, with a bit heavy.

"I understand." Luo Zheng's face froze and he agreed.

"If you want to bring everyone back, you must be armed." Lan Xue next to her reminded in a low voice.

Luo Zheng responded, strode to the campfire, and said seriously: "Everyone, your identities have been found out. Maybe you are not very familiar with each other, but one thing is enough, that is, you are all comrades in a large military region and are your own people. Now, I need you to be armed, except for the wounded. Do you have the courage to fight side by side with me and fight out together and let's go home?"
Chapter completed!