The Changfeng Squad was elite, but there were too few of them.

The opposing side relied on fortifications, with hundreds of soldiers firing rifles simultaneously, alongside the rapid sweeping fire of heavy machine guns.

The Changfeng Squad had no way to break through the encirclement.

Mad Blade got a little anxious and felt immense pain in his shoulder as a bullet hit him.

He grunted, clutching his shoulder as blood gushed through his fingers.

Three Swords and Fan Yi were both shocked.

Fan Yi hurried over to support Mad Blade, "How are you?"

Despite the bullet lodging deep in Mad Blade's shoulder, he roared in pain and fury.

"Kill every single one of these bastards!"

He snatched the heavy machine gun from Long Xia's hands and opened fire.

In the chaotic sea of bullets, the enemy soldiers fell like harvested wheat.

Relying on the advantage of numbers, Hart Shaman finally steadied the situation.

His fear of the Changfeng Squad faded as he motioned for a messenger to relay the order to tighten their defenses and advance on Yang Fei's group.

However, breaching the Changfeng Squad's defensive perimeter was incredibly difficult.

Yang Fei, armed with a heavy sniper, delivered one soul-chasing and life-snatching shot after another, taking out all critical targets.

In under two minutes, Yang Fei had sniped eleven key targets.

Among these were heavy machine gunners, messengers, and battlefield commanders.

The sheer lethality and speed of his sniping left all the soldiers horrified.

Nobody dared advance, opting instead to blindly spray bullets to suppress the Changfeng Squad's attacks.

The battle reached a stalemate.

At this moment, seven or eight troop carriers slowly arrived at the rear of the battlefield.

Yang Fei's heart sank, recognizing that enemy reinforcements had arrived.

This direct confrontation was extremely unfavorable for the Changfeng Squad, who excelled in special combat.

With the enemy reinforced, it was no longer possible to defeat them head-on.

Yang Fei issued orders via the local communication device.

"Withdraw to the northwest direction, and we'll deal with Hart Shaman later."

The Changfeng Squad's offensive was hindered only by the enemy's use of fortifications and heavy machine gun attacks.

However, when it came to strategic withdrawals, no one could stop the Changfeng Squad.

Yang Fei carried the Barrett, while Fan Yi held a heavy machine gun, both covering their retreat.

The others, with Long Xia and Three Swords leading, charged ahead.

The Sorcery King, seeing their formation shift, grew highly anxious.

He waved his hand and shouted, "Chase them, kill them!"

Bam, bam, bam!

Before his voice fell, Yang Fei's heavy sniper rounds had already whizzed over.

The bullets seemed to have eyes, instantly blowing the heads off five or six soldiers who had shown themselves, blood splattering everywhere.

This chilled everyone's hearts, no one dared to be the first to rush out from the fortifications.

Who wouldn't fear such a terrifying battlefield sniper?

Hart Shaman's face was stern as he raised his left hand high, then forcefully swung it down.

The messenger in the distance waved a small flag, issuing the command for an all-out attack.

Bam!

The messenger's head was blown apart by Yang Fei, his body flung back a dozen meters, painting a trail of blood on the ground.

Nevertheless, Hart Shaman's charge order had been given, and waves of soldiers flooded out of the fortifications and trenches.

A dispersed line of nearly a hundred soldiers formed instantly.

No matter how skilled Yang Fei and Fan Yi were, they couldn't hold out against so many enemies.

The heavy sniper and heavy machine gun could only inflict limited damage.

Fan Yi hugged the heavy machine gun, firing off a fan-shaped sweep.

Despite fighting to the death, he shouted, "Instructor, you go first, I'll cover you!"

Yang Fei rolled over and slammed into Fan Yi's shoulder.

"You still want a girlfriend, get out of here. They want to kill me? No way!"

Fan Yi's eyes reddened, and he suddenly used the Grasping Hand Technique to seize Yang Fei by the elbow.

He pushed Yang Fei aside, grabbing the heavy machine gun to fire.

"Instructor, you must go. Sister Xueyi can't lose you. If I die, I can reunite with our brothers."

Yang Fei was stunned, Fan Yi's move seemed mysterious. Could it be the Kung Fu taught by Uncle Fuu?

However, there was no time to ask.

Yang Fei used the Martial Arts Energy Field to confine Fan Yi's movements, then kicked him in the lower back.

"You better get moving! Damn it, even daring to hit your instructor!"

Fan Yi's body traced an arc, rolling over thirty meters behind the fortifications.

In that short span, with Yang Fei's covering fire, he could retreat safely.

Fan Yi glanced back, seeing armed militants swarming towards Yang Fei like a tide, his body shivered.

This was the most perilous battlefield scenario.

No matter how high your individual combat skills were, being heavily surrounded would turn you into Swiss cheese.

Yang Fei, hidden behind the fortifications, fired the heavy machine gun relentlessly.

There was no need to aim, as enemies covered the ground near and far.

With each burst of bullets, a bunch of enemies would fall.

However, once the enemy flanked from both sides, Yang Fei's fate would be sealed.

"Instructor! Instructor, hurry up and leave!"

Fan Yi didn't flee. Picking up a submachine gun from the ground, he fired at the sides, covering Yang Fei.

He disregarded the risk of exposing himself to enemy fire.

Yang Fei fired the heavy machine gun, also pulling out his pistol to shoot wildly.

His shots were steady and precise, even in this life-or-death situation, he never faltered.

Amidst the action, Yang Fei glanced back at Fan Yi.

Seeing Fan Yi still fighting, he cursed.

"Fan Yi, damn you and your ancestors! Are you not going to leave?"

Fan Yi, a man of iron, had tears streaming down.

"Evil Dragon Brothers, together in life and death!"

Yang Fei's eyes were bloodshot, wishing he could kick him again.

However, the enemy was now less than a hundred meters from Yang Fei's sides.

Rifle bullets whizzed everywhere.

Fan Yi seized his chance, performing two or three rolls, landing behind Yang Fei.

He fired his rifle, taking down four or five soldiers in an instant.

However, the enemy's flanks had completely converged, enclosing them.

Yang Fei's heavy machine gun sprayed forward, suppressing the enemy's frontline.

Under his gunfire, enemy corpses piled up, creating a semi-circular mound.

Fan Yi picked up a submachine gun, effectively suppressing the enemies on both flanks and behind.

But his firepower was lacking; despite his desperate shooting, the enemy's formation tightened around them.

Click!

At that moment, Yang Fei's heavy machine gun barrel, grazed by bullets, turned red and bent, jamming the gun.

This ultimate weapon was finally out of commission.

The soldiers on the frontline, previously suppressed by the heavy machine gun, couldn't lift their heads.

Now, with the gun silenced, they all hesitated.

Hart Shaman and the Sorcery King immediately reacted.

Hart Shaman exulted, "His heavy machine gun is down, charge!"

The soldiers hiding in the craters all jumped up and charged like a tide.

Yang Fei sighed, withdrew his military spikes, and issued a loud command.

"Captain of the Evil Dragon Special Combat Team, Fan Yi, follow me for one last battlefield charge, ready!"

Fan Yi dropped his submachine gun, saluted solemnly, "Yes!"

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