Yang Fei quietly sneaked over.

Watching the enemy squad getting closer, he pulled out a mine and set up a Tricky Thunder Formation in a bush.

After some thought, he quietly retreated, and placed two more mines thirty meters away.

He crawled next to the Demon Emperor, checked his breath, and found that he was still alive.

At this moment, the enemy's reconnaissance squad was less than fifty meters away from Yang Fei.

Yang Fei knew that he couldn't escape with the Demon Emperor, so he laid down flat on his back without a care.

The reconnaissance squad cautiously guarded against the sniper in the darkness, unaware that Yang Fei had already sneaked past them.

"Found it, here! Eh, why is there a corpse?"

Two Demon Army Guards discovered the Demon Emperor lying at the bottom of the slope and subsequently noticed Yang Fei's "corpse."

A lieutenant who seemed like the leader cautiously walked over.

Upon seeing Yang Fei's attire, he was momentarily stunned.

"Who is this?"

A private behind him gritted his teeth.

"Don't mind him, just take the Demon Emperor's body back, and we will gain great merit, let's go!"

The lieutenant nodded, waved his hand, and two privates came over to move the Demon Emperor.

The others leaned their backs against each other, providing mutual support, and remained cautious.

One private, finding Yang Fei to be in the way, kicked him aside.

However, at that moment, Yang Fei grabbed his foot, a sinister smile appearing on his lips.

The private was shocked.

Before he could call out, Yang Fei's dagger flashed coldly and slashed his throat.

The other private sensed something was wrong and turned around, only for Yang Fei to pounce on him and drive the dagger into his heart.

The disturbance in the encirclement immediately alerted the others.

The lieutenant turned around, just in time to see Yang Fei's dagger, and let out a cry.

His voice was extremely shrill: "Enemy attack!"

Before everyone could turn their guns outward, Yang Fei snatched the submachine gun from the fallen private and opened fire.

This kind of sniping from the center, its destructive power was extremely terrifying.

The enemy dared not shoot for fear of injuring their own, but Yang Fei was unrestrained.

He fired the submachine gun, spinning 360 degrees.

A dozen soldiers around, including the lieutenant, were turned into bloody sieves.

However, this round of stormy firing alerted the other members of the squad.

The remaining soldiers turned around and charged at Yang Fei.

The situation changed suddenly, within the span of less than ten meters, no one dared to shoot.

Yet Yang Fei kept firing the submachine gun, taking down five or six soldiers in an instant.

Finally, the fear of death drove some to shoot.

Yang Fei rolled and dived into the group of soldiers, causing several to be accidentally killed or wounded by their own.

Yang Fei's movement technique was extremely tricky, like a yellow weasel in a chicken coop, leaping and mingling among the soldiers.

He was like a sticky plaster that couldn't be shaken off, clinging to the panicked group of soldiers.

At the same time, the dagger struck hard and precisely, targeting the soldiers around him.

Some soldiers attacked Yang Fei with Military Spikes.

Yet under this fellow's Baolong-like ferocity, the soldiers had no chance to retaliate.

In an instant, the soldiers' bodies fell one after another.

On the path of Yang Fei's charge, they lay in a row.

This elusive sniping threw every member of the reconnaissance squad into panic, spreading fear like a plague.

Nobody knew which soldier was the first to flee.

The entire squad scrambled and desperately ran into the distance.

In the darkness, Yang Fei's figure became a blur, cutting down enemies like slicing vegetables.

Many soldiers, in their blank panic, had their throats slit by him.

Yang Fei quietly stood still, watching a group of soldiers flee into the jungle in a disordered panic, laughing crookedly.

He picked up the Demon Emperor's body from the ground and turned to flee.

The opposite sniper finally found the opportunity to shoot at this elusive figure.

Three or four sniper bullets whistled towards Yang Fei's head.

At this moment, the bewildered reconnaissance squad realized that there was only one opponent.

A few particularly brave soldiers turned and fired in Yang Fei's fleeing direction.

If it were precision shooting, Yang Fei could still use the Tortoise Mirror's premonitions to dodge in advance.

Yet such chaotic firing in the dark was extremely dangerous for Yang Fei.

If a stray bullet hit him, or he was randomly hit and killed, it would be a huge loss.

Therefore, Yang Fei didn't linger for a moment, exerting all his strength to escape in a zigzag pattern.

His forehead was covered in cold sweat, scared out of him.

This guy rolled two or three times, combined with a series of lateral dashes, narrowly avoiding the first round of bullets, running away with the Demon Emperor's body.

As he fled, he shouted loudly.

"Zi Chen dear, are you not helping? Do you really want to be a widow?"

Bang!

An Zichen's Barrett fired.

The first bullet grazed Yang Fei's head and flew out, hitting a soldier holding a rifle three hundred meters away in the chest.

The soldier's body flew horizontally, and Yang Fei was almost scared into wetting his pants.

He shouted loudly: "It's outrageous, attempted husband murder."

"Shut up, if you say one more word, I'll kill you first."

An Zichen's cold voice came through the encrypted communication channel into Yang Fei's ears.

At the same time, she pulled the trigger, bang bang bang, three shots, bursting the heads of the three soldiers behind Yang Fei.

Listening to the dull, powerful gunfire, Yang Fei was both frightened and delighted.

"Zi Chen, you can play with guns, and you play quite well."

An Zichen's spear technique, although not as good as Yang Fei's or Xiao Xuanya's, was better than the average sniper.

After all, An Zichen had already transcended the divine realm of Gan Strength Super God and underwent the fourth body evolution.

Her vision and sense of space far exceeded that of ordinary people, grasping distances with precision dozens of times better than average.

It could be said that if An Zichen were willing, she could easily become a King Sniper after a few months of training.

Gunfire suddenly erupted behind Yang Fei.

It turned out that in the opposite forest, Hades saw that Yang Fei and the others were few in number and ordered all soldiers to launch a full assault.

As a result, the muzzles of hundreds of soldiers aligned in Yang Fei's direction, firing indiscriminately.

Yang Fei was instantly pinned in a low place, unable to lift his head.

Bullets like hail hit the ground, plowing the earth as if with a giant plow.

The flying dirt splattered Yang Fei's face, burning and stinging painfully.

Countless bullets with acrid gunpowder smoke whizzed over Yang Fei's head, terrifyingly close.

If Yang Fei showed himself now, he would certainly meet the same fate as the Demon Emperor.

This is the horror of modern armies.

No matter how skilled you are in Kung Fu, you cannot resist a dense force like a swarm of locusts.

An Zichen watched as the mountains and plains filled with enemies charged down.

Her normally calm and gentle voice finally revealed panic.

"Yang Fei, they're charging down, retreat quickly!"

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