Chapter 1688 - 1689: Luring the Enemy
Yang Fei and the others hid in the jungle, watching everything unfold, their brows furrowed.
"Instructor, what do we do?"
Mad Blade gritted his teeth, like a hungry wolf in the jungle.
Long Xia, Fan Yi, Ghost Wolf, and the others all looked at Yang Fei.
After countless bloody battles, everyone was used to listening to Yang Fei's orders; he was always reliable.
Yang Fei's eyes were fixed on the soldiers checking the passing commoners, his brow furrowed.
For the Evil Dragon Soldier King, breaking through this sentry station wasn't difficult; even killing all 50 soldiers would be entirely possible.
But how to avoid hurting the innocent? That was a headache-inducing problem.
Commoners in a war are always the most innocent casualties; no one cares about their lives.
But Yang Fei knew that everyone had the right to live in this world.
Regardless of who it is, under whatever name, no one can deprive others of their lives.
This isn't being merciful; it's conscience, a soldier's bottom line!
Thinking of this, he glanced at the fierce-looking wolves and got an idea.
Yang Fei beckoned, ordering the Evil Dragon Experts to gather around.
He whispered a few words, and the Evil Dragon Experts rushed away.
A few soldiers were checking the passing commoners.
Not far away, a Lieutenant looked sideways at this group of ragged commoners.
Occasionally, seeing someone wearing gold and silver jewelry, or a woman with some beauty, he cursed and walked over.
The result was, of course, robbery; as for the women.
Behind the sentry station in the dense bushes, several female corpses had already been discarded, all shot after serving the sentries.
Suddenly, a lecherous smile flashed across the Lieutenant's eyes.
Among this group of ragged commoners, he spotted a target of interest.
It was a girl of about fifteen or sixteen.
Though she had darkened her face with charcoal dust, her features still exuded a youthful charm.
The Lieutenant had played with such little girls twice before; they were quite to his taste.
The two soldiers behind the Lieutenant were good at fawning.
Seeing their superior's gaze fixed on the little girl, they snickered.
The two of them exchanged glances and strode over, pulling the little girl out.
The little girl panicked immediately, struggling and screaming desperately.
An old woman, presumably the girl's mother, knelt by the roadside, kowtowing repeatedly.
She begged, hoping this group of soldiers would spare her daughter.
But the two soldiers didn't care; they simply picked up the girl and headed towards the dense bushes by the station.
All the commoners saw this scene, and many gritted their teeth in hatred.
However, under the watch of armed soldiers, no one dared to speak, nor make any moves.
Not far away, a group of soldiers laughed heartily, whistling shrilly.
Bam!
At this moment, a muffled gunshot rang out.
A high-velocity spinning bullet suddenly drilled into the Lieutenant's forehead.
His body flew backward in mid-air, trailing a spray of blood and brain matter.
Bam bam!
Almost simultaneously, a spray of bullets cut the two soldiers holding the girl in half.
The girl was unharmed, falling by the roadside.
The scene immediately turned chaotic, and all the commoners covered their heads and squatted on the ground.
"Enemy attack!"
The piercing screams of the sentries echoed throughout the sentry station.
All the soldiers rushed out of their shelters, fully armed.
Like wolves and tigers, they rushed towards the source of the gunshots under a Captain's command.
In the depths of the jungle, Yang Fei put away the Barrett rifle, turned, and ran.
Behind him, a group of Evil Dragon Soldier Kings scattered, following him, disappearing into the dense palm grove.
In the palm grove, the ground was covered with thick layers of dead leaves and branches.
The Captain and his soldiers rushed there but lost track of the enemy.
He sneered, ordering someone to bring the army dogs.
The army dogs' keen sense of smell quickly found the direction the enemies escaped.
The Captain directed the soldiers to follow the dogs, pursuing them fiercely.
The sudden change shocked the passing commoners, their eyes wide open.
Suddenly, a commoner shouted, "Everyone, run, it's a battle."
This cry, like a boulder hitting the water's surface, caused a commotion among everyone.
People shouted and fled in all directions.
In the jungle, the army dogs barked incessantly, getting closer and faster.
Behind the army dogs, countless soldiers followed closely, bullets chambered, eyes fixed on the front.
The Captain's eyes were fixed on the blurry figures appearing ahead.
As he ran, he shouted, "Stop, don't run, or we'll shoot."
Suddenly, the Captain tripped and fell forward with a thump.
Zzzt!
A strange sound, and he felt a sharp pain pierce from his chest to his back.
The Captain felt beneath him, and it was all blood.
Enduring the pain, he saw that beneath him were three or four-inch long sharp wooden spikes.
The spikes were extremely sharp, half-embedded in the soil, a very treacherous trap.
The Captain's entire body ached excruciatingly; he glanced around, and five or six soldiers had fallen into the trap along with him.
A bunch of unlucky fellows were pinned to the ground, crying out in pain and despair.
Looking back, the Captain saw that where he had tripped, someone had tied a tripwire with vines, no wonder he had fallen.
The Captain's spine felt cold.
This was just a simple trap, but the enemy had used their mindset of chasing enemies against them, leading them into this trap.
Knowing the urgency of the situation, he mustered all his energy to crawl up from the ground, revealing the blood-soaked spikes underneath.
The soldiers behind the Captain, seeing him injured, rushed over to help him up.
The Captain's abdomen and thigh were pierced, his whole body in agonizing pain.
Enduring the severe pain, he steadied himself.
"These guys are tough, let's head back and wait for reinforcements."
Many soldiers felt apprehensive.
They had followed the army dogs here. In this dense jungle, if the enemy launched an attack, it would be highly dangerous.
So, even though the army dogs continued barking and lunging ahead,
the soldiers tightly held the leashes, not prepared to pursue any further.
But when the Captain turned around limping, he saw an M134 Fire God Cannon.
The black muzzle was aimed at everyone.
The M134 Fire God Cannon was mounted on a tall, stout man's body.
The man's short hair bristled like a porcupine, tied with a red ribbon, his body covered in golden bullet chains, looking incredibly intimidating.
Seeing the man wielding the M134 Fire God Cannon, the Captain's heart sank.
Such an Ultimate Weapon could fire three thousand bullets a second, piercing even steel plates within a kilometer.
A fifty-man squad facing such a heavy machine gun had virtually no chance of survival.
He stared in horror at the man, "Who are you people?"
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