Chapter 886: The Story of Ling and Heng (149)
Chapter 886: The Story of Ling and Heng (149)
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Midway through their descend, Feng Ling placed her hand in her pocket; she fully entered her combat-ready state.
Fattie and Da Bin's movements were synonymous with hers.
Li Nanheng stood in front of the group leading them. The instant a silhouette appeared in front of them, he fired his gun first. The opponent could not dodge in time and received a blow to his shoulders. However, he did not give up and continued firing toward them.
"Charge!" Da Bin called softly from the back.
Feng Ling held her gun with one hand as she charged forward. As the enemies that had ambushed them finally stopped underestimating them and began backing away, she rushed forward and gripped Li Nanheng's right wrist. She was about to tell him not to stay ahead of them with his injury, but she saw that the man seemed to be using his left hand to fire his gun with just as much ease.
Feng Ling relented. She was about to charge ahead, but Li Nanheng lifted his arm to block her.
She turned to him.
The man expressionlessly glanced at her; although he did not speak, she immediately understood his meaning. She nodded and took a step back before shifting her gaze toward the corner ahead.
Da Bin and Fattie cooperatively waited quietly behind them.
After around three minutes of a silent face-off, Da Bin and Fattie abruptly threw themselves onto the ground and rolled ahead at a startling speed. Right before the enemies fired their guns in response, Feng Ling lifted her leg toward the thick pile of snow by the side and slammed it forward. The snow flew towards the air and scattered in front of the people hiding behind the corner. Fattie and Da Bin took advantage of their blocked visions and immediately lifted their guns to fire at two of the enemies' heads.
Now that the enemies were no longer blocked during their direct confrontation, they finally saw more than ten people on the enemies' side. This meant that there would be just as many people ambushing the other group.
Feng Ling and Li Nanheng entered the intense battle. Li Nanheng's right hand was indisposed. Feng Ling kept her gun lifted with one hand while her other hand slammed at the piles of snow repeatedly. She kept sending it forward, heavily affecting the enemies' vision. Her action changed their originally disadvantaged position into an advantageous one.
The bullets kept resounding on the base of the mountain; at the same time, they could hear the same noise from above. It wasn't clear if the enemies or Da Hu and the rest had fired first, but just by listening to the sound, it was clear that the battle was intense.
Li Nanheng's held his gun with his left hand and quickly got rid of two of the men. He also accurately shot another two on their arms and legs. With Feng Ling, Fattie, and Da Bin's cooperation, the enemies' men were reduced to a group of five.
Seeing that their enemies were dwindling and covered in wounds, Fattie was about to charge forward when a weight around his leg held him back. He lowered his head to see that one of the collapsed men was still alive and had gripped his leg tightly from where he laid in a pool of blood.
"Fuck your grandmother; you dare to grab your Grandfather Fattie's leg?" Fattie slammed his leg forward and shifted his gun to fire at that man.
The remaining men did not expect their opponents to be so formidable. They eyed the people collapsed on the ground, and unintentionally met Li Nanheng's gaze. Even if they couldn't recognize him as XI Base's boss, they could tell that this person wasn't easy to deal with.
The remaining men did not dare to continue the battle. They kept a defensive posture as they retreated.
Right as they neared the turn at the corner ahead, their gaze suddenly turned fierce.
Li Nanheng narrowed his eyes coldly and abruptly called out: "Be careful, they have a large number of backups!"
Indeed, the moment the man spoke, they could hear countless footsteps rushing forward from the base of the mountain.
"Fuck! They have so many people?" Fattie frowned.
They were members of the XI Base; after adding every member up, there were only nine of them here, yet the gang members who were intent on going against the American army had sent so many men. It seemed like they did not underestimate them and had made sufficient preparation before charging in.
As the footsteps grew close, Li Nanheng's gaze abruptly shifted toward the back. He turned toward the river Fattie, and the rest had frequented for the past few days when they made their fishing trips.
His gaze was heavy, and as he charged toward the river, he threw these words at Fattie: "Fattie, you've finally done something useful! I'll reward you with eleven pounds of meat when we're back!"
Fattie appeared dumbstruck, but he had no time to ask. He followed after him.
The men behind them followed with their heavy footsteps and gunshot. This time, Li Nanheng did not turn to face them. Just from the sounds alone, he could tell that there could be twenty to thirty men. No matter how capable the four of them were, if they extended the combat for too long, their hands would become frozen and less flexible. In such a circumstance, if they did not find ways to outsmart their enemies, there would only be death waiting for them.
As they neared the patch of ice they had used to fish, Feng Ling finally understood Boss's intentions.
A thick layer of snow covered that rive, and from this angle, it appeared to be very stable. Just by sight alone, one would not know that there was a large cavity ahead. However, they had been the ones to create that cavity, and they naturally knew how to avoid it. Those who didn't, though, would easily fall in as Fattie had done that day.
Fattie also understood. As he often came by to fish in the past few days, he naturally understood the dangers of every step. As they neared the cavity, he called out: "Boss, half a meter to the left!"
Hearing Fattie's words, Li Nanheng expressionless shifted half a step to the left. However, the men chasing him from the back could not find any difference in the path he took. They kept their guns raised as they continued charging ahead.
After entering the base for so long and participating in so many missions, this was Feng Ling's first time seeing such a comical, bizarre scene.
The twenty men kept their gaze fixed ahead. Although their guns were raised, none of their bullets hit the target. Li Nanheng and his men were too good and evading, and it left them unable to press close. The layer of snow underneath also caused their feet to become unstable.
After Li Nanheng led them to chase for more than ten meters, he turned back to see men after men falling into the cavity. Even when the ones at the back noticed the problem and wanted to halt, the layer of ice surrounding the cavity had began to crack under their combined weight. As the ice finally shattered, five to six men instantly fell into the ice-cold water. Before they could even cry to help, they had sunk into the water.
A few of the men had managed to avoid the area and were charging ahead with enraged eyes. However, as their numbers had dwindled, Feng Ling and the rest quickly shot them down. Their bullets were fired accurately at their heads, causing their blood to spill. The river was gradually dyed red, and the ice cavity appeared like a black hole that had swallowed several men. Everywhere was blood red.