The night sky was hazy, and three armed helicopters roared, constantly pouring high-explosive shells into the dense forest like torrential rain, extremely terrifying. The dense forest was pitch-black, unable to discern anything, a troop of more than fifty people scattered in a circular formation, each finding a large tree for cover. Their tactical flashlights illuminated the surroundings, looking bizarre.
Not far away in the dense forest, Luo Zheng coldly watched this scene and immediately shouted, "Attack formation, kill!"
Shadow was the fastest, eager for battle, charging ahead and preparing to fire his gun. Suddenly, upon hearing Luo Zheng's order, he immediately abandoned the opportunity to strike. Through the earpiece, he shouted, "Brothers, converge on me as the arrowhead. Follow me to feast on the enemy, kill!"
