Chapter 565: Got my blood boiling

Not good!

Retreat!

Realizing they had been exposed, Huang Honghui got goosebumps and immediately ordered everyone to retreat.

After all, this is Blue Army territory; if the enemy brings reinforcements and surrounds us, we won't even be able to run.

Soldiers in camouflage uniforms, with grass stuck on them, quickly ran to the rear.

Deputy Battalion Commander, what on earth is going on?

We've been exposed!

How is this possible?

The forward reconnaissance has been wiped out; let's go back, reassess, and retreat first.

A group had just run out not far when gunfire suddenly came from the flank.

At that moment, several Red Side soldiers, unable to dodge in time, were hit by bullets and white smoke burst from their heads.

Take cover!

At the order, the Night Tiger reconnaissance soldiers who had been retreating quickly dropped to the ground.

Without much prompting, they instinctively formed squads of four or five to lay down counterfire.

Moreover, they could maximize their firepower coverage by using a crossfire angle, covering the widest area with the fewest people.

Bullets whizzed everywhere; under the Red Side's strong counterattack, some of our Blue Army were hit and eliminated, and the rest could only fire in an organized manner from behind cover.

Gao Feng and He Zhen Tao followed behind the troops, saw this from afar, and quickly took cover behind a rock.

These guys have excellent military quality; if it were another unit, a sudden flank attack would scatter them all in one wave!

It's probably the Night Tiger troops from the sea; besides them, no one on the Red Side would have such a grudge against us to ambush us on the road we must pass; only they could withstand our counter-ambush and still fight so steadily.

Never mind that; let's kill them first and talk later!

Gao Feng shouted at Guo Yongwen, the heavy weapons squad leader ahead: "Hit them hard, make sure they don't come back!"

Yes!

Guo Yongwen first ordered the men up front to throw several smoke grenades, blocking the view between the two sides.

Then he led his men to move to the right flank, preparing to attack the enemy from another angle.

But he didn't expect the Night Tiger troops to see through their offensive strategy at a glance.

The Blue Army wants to flank us from both sides!

Fall back to the rear right while fighting.

Huang Honghui's strategy is simple.

Alternate covering fire while withdrawing, rather than pulling everyone back at once.

The advantage is that we can maintain firepower opposition at all times, ensuring our combat formation won't be scattered.

But while the Night Tiger troops were withstanding pressure in an orderly retreat, Lu Yang on the distant hill was holding his binoculars and looking this way.

Beside him lay a Red Side reconnaissance soldier, trussed up five ways and gagged—the very one who had been hiding in the grass earlier to sneak a report; Lu Yang had circled behind and easily dealt with him.

Lu Yang's survival skills let him automatically 'sort and categorize' and 'put in order' complex outdoor environments; in other words, whenever something unnatural appears, he detects and identifies it.

This ability is useful not only for wilderness survival but also very effective for spotting enemy reconnaissance.

Plus, Lu Yang's innate color blindness makes him more sensitive to changes in vegetation colors in the wild.

So he decided to turn the tables and personally scout the enemy's ambush site.

If you didn't look, you wouldn't know; but once you did, you'd be shocked to see so many people hiding there; fighting head-on might not be a sure win, so ambushing became the best plan.

But what Lu Yang didn't expect was that the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Battalion was so strong; even in a sneak attack, they gained no advantage.

Target spotted, Mortar Squad, get ready!

Lu Yang looked into the distance and finally saw clusters of camouflage uniforms appear in his field of view.

Earlier, the battlefield was in dense woods with cover, making visibility poor.

In such a situation, mortars can't be effective; their shells follow a trajectory and can't have any obstruction in between.

But now it's different; Gao Feng's side, following the plan, drove the troops to an open position, so the targets could enter firing range.

Lu Yang acted as the observer, picked up the radio: "Mortar Squad One, I'm the Third Company Commander; targets are steadily entering range!"

Target: right 30 position, distance 120 meters, no crosswind, fire a test shot!

The other side immediately replied: "Received, right 30, distance 100 meters, high-explosive, fire a test shot!"

Seven or eight mortar shells were loaded into the tube at once, accompanied by a crisp 'bang bang bang'.

The shells immediately fell toward the range Lu Yang had previously reported, in a parabolic arc.

Boom boom boom!

Upon impact, it blew several Night Tiger soldiers in nearby vehicles into white smoke.

Seeing this, nearby Huang Honghui's face darkened, and he immediately shouted for everyone to disperse and withdraw, not to cluster.

Lu Yang frowned, feeling it wasn't ideal; the shots seemed a bit off: "They landed fifteen meters too far—reduce distance by fifteen, rapid fire!"

Yes!

The artillery squad leader on the other end of the radio repeated it, then immediately ordered adjusted fire.

This time it wasn't a single test shot but continuous artillery fire.

On the battlefield, mortars are absolutely a reaping tool.

Especially when firing in saturation, the surrounding soldiers are either killed or wounded.

Watching his own side continually blown into white smoke, Huang Honghui saw Guo Yongwen and others from the other side flank them, laying down suppressing fire, his face flushed with rage.

He never imagined that, with the aid of information technology, what seemed like a flawless ambush would not only be neutralized by the Blue Army but would end up trapping his own forces.

Especially, he hasn't even caught sight of Lu Yang yet, and he's already been dealt such a crushing blow!

Get them!

Running away was impossible, so Huang Honghui simply didn't run.

Retreating means mortar shells; charging into the woods instead can limit their effect.

The other Night Tiger members instantly understood Huang Honghui's meaning, and the pent-up anger finally erupted on the battlefield.

Whoosh!

Huang Honghui threw several grenades, killing two Blue Army soldiers.

He then took cover and fired a short burst toward Guo Yongwen.

Guo Yongwen reacted instantly, dropping to the ground, but a Blue Army soldier behind him was hit and began to smoke.

Just as he got up, he saw Huang Honghui wave and bring men, already rushing up close; a slide dodged the incoming bullets, then a volley took out several Blue Army soldiers.

In the grass on the right, LiMin, who had been waiting for an opening, lunged forward, hoping to take down Huang Honghui.

But he was smashed in the face by a gun butt without even looking back, collapsing on the spot, unable to get up.

Sun Chen spotted an opening and moved in to choke him, but found the opponent's neck as hard as a utility pole, impossible to constrict.

Get out of the way!

Liu Ziqiang raised his gun and aimed, hoping to seize the moment to eliminate Huang Honghui, this big trouble.

After aiming for a while, his finger was about to pull the trigger, but Huang Honghui quickly turned his back, using Sun Chen as a shield.

He then treated the smoking Sun Chen like a sandbag and threw him at Liu Ziqiang; the two collided head-on.

Just as Huang Honghui was about to deal a lethal blow to Liu Ziqiang, a figure finally appeared dozens of meters away: Lu Yang stood there holding an automatic rifle.

Their gazes clashed amid the chaotic battle in the forest, sparks flying; Huang Honghui's anger surged, and the area already felt a scorching heat, like a volcanic eruption.

You, come over!

Lu Yang over there hooked his finger at him; a major battle was about to break out.

Huang Honghui was also furious, wiping his neck with his hand, then turned and ran.

This scene left Lu Yang dumbfounded: 'Getting my blood boiling, and yet you don't fight?'