Chapter 198: Can You Keep Up With a Flying Leg?

Boom!

Ding Tengfei showed a pained expression.

A plume of smoke indicating death also billowed from the top of his head.

In this moment, he proved with his own actions that, in a crisis, he could sacrifice himself for his comrades.

The other survivors stared in astonishment at the scene; no one expected that kid would actually dive onto a hand grenade.

After all, in extreme situations, the first reaction should be to run, especially since he was just a private.

"Company Commander, Instructor, are you all right?"

Guards outside rushed in in a panic; earlier they had been exchanging fire with the enemy and couldn't tell who was who.

After pushing the enemy back a bit, they hurried in to ask about injuries.

When they saw the Eighth Company Commander fallen, the troops defending the perimeter were filled with self‑reproach.

"Chief, sorry, we didn't expect the enemy to suddenly emerge from the woods!"

"Cut the crap, how many enemies?"

"From what we can see, it looks like only five or six, probably a strike team!"

"Notify nearby friendly forces, encircle them, and kill them all!"

"Yes!"

More and more enemies surged forward; Lu Yang saw the tide turning and fought while retreating.

He didn't know who the people in Headquarters were; he just tossed a hand grenade.

Whether it could fake a death was pure luck; even he hadn't expected such a dramatic turn.

The grenade meant to fake the death of the old Company Commander was intercepted by a former classmate, inadvertently saving a group of people.

It was like a flood washing over the Dragon King Temple, a family only fighting its own family...

Bang bang!

Lu Yang hit two endpoints, taking down two pursuers.

He glanced at his watch; only ten seconds had passed, and the enemies had all reacted.

One must admit, the enemies' alertness and reinforcement speed were quite fast.

But Lu Yang wasn't planning to stay long; fifteen seconds was his limit.

Otherwise, once enemy reinforcements arrived from front and rear, there would be no escape.

In just a dozen seconds, Lu Yang killed four or five people.

Before he could share the spoils with his teammates, Liu Ziqiang's light machine gun began providing fire support, allowing Lu Yang to withdraw with two others.

"Assistant Squad Leader, time's up, we need to withdraw!"

From about ten meters behind, the two who were covering the retreat shouted the reminder.

Lu Yang said nothing, grabbed everyone and bolted into the forest.

He ran, he chased, he sprouted wings and flew.

Even though enemy reinforcements arrived promptly, faced with the pitch‑black pine forest and the fleet‑footed Lu Yang and others,

they pressed hard to give chase but couldn't keep up, because these people withdrew at an almost inhuman speed, like flying legs.

The battle came quickly and ended even faster; if it weren't for several soldiers still smoking, it even gave the illusion that it never happened.

Gao Feng's anger rose in layers: "You've swallowed a bear's heart and a leopard's gall, daring to ambush the Company Commanders—it's nothing but a dying struggle!"

He used his high‑frequency radio, shouting angrily at the troops under his command: "We must capture them!"

A Squad Leader over there said helplessly, "Company Commander, we can't catch up."

"Bullshit, saying you can't catch up before even trying—I think you're just trying to slack off."

"Company Commander, we really can't catch up; I recognized one of them as from the Sixth Company, we just can't outrun them on foot."

"......"

Hearing that they were Sixth Company soldiers, Gao Feng grew even angrier.

He had just been bragging about having the victory in the bag, then got slapped in the face.

Not only was the Eighth Company Commander shot dead, but even he and the Instructor were nearly blown up by a hand grenade.

Gao Feng turned his head, looking at Ding Tengfei being helped up, clutching his chest, and asked coldly, "Are you okay?"

"No, I'm fine."

"If you're fine, stand up straight, like a big shrimp!"

"Yes..."

Ding Tengfei tried to stand, but as soon as he straightened up, his chest burned with pain.

The training hand grenade was paper‑wrapped, but it still contained gunpowder, just a smaller charge.

It can basically be thought of as a weak double‑kick explosion, so getting blown up at close range without pain would be a miracle.

Gao Feng hummed and sternly criticized, "Young people love to play hero, not knowing the limits. If it were a real grenade, you'd be blown to pieces now!"

Ding Tengfei said with a grim face, "If I hadn't dived, you all would be dismembered."

Gao Feng glared, "Still dare to talk back?"

Ding Tengfei: "......"

Gao Feng, too lazy to say more, waved his hand: "Find a medic to check him, apply some ointment, then he can scram!"

"Huh?"

Ding Tengfei was stunned: "So, that's it? I haven't even killed the enemy yet?"

Gao Feng originally wanted to kick him, but instead gave his steel helmet a slap: "The soldiers are dead, you still want to fight? Borrow a corpse to revive? Get over to the corpse‑collection unit and wait; you're done now!"

"Oh."

Ding Tengfei felt very defeated.

He still thought he could slaughter the enemy across the battlefield like Lu Yang and make everyone take notice.

In the end, he did nothing and inexplicably logged off like that.

Watching him leave, Instructor Zhao walked over to Gao Feng, smiled, and nudged him: "How about it?"

Gao Feng pretended not to understand on purpose: "What 'how about it'?"

Instructor Zhao nudged him again: "I'm asking you, what do you think of this soldier?"

"Just that."

"Just that? He gave his life, swapping for the two of us and the lives of two guards!"

"Oh, you want me to kowtow to him?"

"You've already lost your vigor."

"Annoying, full of nonsense. Quickly inform the Battalion Commander to tighten the watch, lest the enemy slip through. If the Battalion Commander is gone, we'll be leaderless."

"Stop!"

Lu Yang shouted "Stop."

The others in the squad immediately stopped, panting heavily.

To escape the pursuit, they ran three to four kilometers in one breath.

It wasn't a long distance, but it was enough to lose the enemy and break off the chase.

Lu Yang glanced back; aside from Chen Panpan gasping for breath, the others at most had flushed, glossy faces.

Long endurance and high speed are the biggest advantages of the motorized march; moreover, having successfully killed seven or eight enemies without a single scratch on our side is the most gratifying.

"They should be unable to catch up; stay put for five minutes, then look for another chance to strike."

"Brother Yang, I don't understand?"

Chen Panpan raised her hand and asked a question.

"Go ahead."

"We made such a big racket, yet actually didn't kill many people. Is it really effective?"

"Of course there is. With the rear being harassed and security compromised, would they dare commit all their forces to the attack? Naturally they must watch both ends, which greatly reduces pressure on the friendly troops at the front."

"I see."

Chen Panpan nodded, feeling she had learned something new.

After a brief rest, everyone turned back, preparing to carry out a second harassment.

Before the drill ends, they must continuously conduct harassment, which is a huge test of stamina.

They must go fast, run faster, disappearing without a trace; the first few times were fine, but as the frequency increased, some began to falter.

Fortunately, before the drill began, Lu Yang secured the Company Commander's approval to hide two motorcycles at a certain spot.

It was also a precaution at the time; now it proves to be a wise choice.

"Come up!"

At this point, don't worry about whether they're overloaded.

Two motorcycles and seven or eight people is absolutely no problem.

Running might be a bit slower, but at least it saves far more time and effort than marching on foot.

"This time, we'll cut the time down to five seconds!"

"Huh? What can you do in only five seconds?"

"It's enough to make them hear a bang, tighten their nerves, and know we're present."

"Whether they die or not isn't important; what matters is letting them know there's someone behind their backs, so they won't act rashly."

"Damn, the enemy's here again!"

"Open fire, open fire, take them out!"

"Damn, the enemy's retreating again, chase quickly!"

"These guys are riding motorcycles into the woods; we can't catch up at all!"

"What on earth are they doing? Every time they show up they fire a few shots, kill one or two, then leave without any hesitation!"

At night, the Third Battalion soldiers barely got any peace, constantly woken by the clattering gunfire.

Spending time and effort to encircle and set up more outer defenses, yet they end up killing one or two sentries and then turning tail.

When there's a gap they slip through, when there isn't they run; their ghost‑like tactics make the Third Battalion both irritated and disgusted.

Although harassment is the most common tactic in combat, using it so nauseatingly and painfully is a first for me.

Seeing dawn approach yet not catching a single one, the Third Battalion Commander's rhythm became chaotic, and he slammed the table in anger.

Gao Feng glanced at the brightening sky outside, his face stern, and said, "Battalion Commander, it's almost dawn; if we let them keep dragging it out until the 48‑hour artillery support arrives, we'll be in trouble!"

The other commanders echoed, "Yes, we can't wait any longer; we must launch the all‑out attack immediately!"

"As for those harassments, they're completely irrelevant; each time it's just like an itch."

"They're just a bunch of leaping clowns; the damage they can cause is very limited, so we shouldn't focus on them!"

"Now is when the enemy's mental and physical states are most exhausted; seize this chance to break their formation and win in one surge!"

Third Battalion Commander deliberated repeatedly, then gave the final order: "Send the command, all forces advance, concentrate every troop and launch a total attack on the Second Battalion!"