My grandfather's mother Li Yunlong beat up Langya at the beginning

At this critical moment, a brave soldier stepped forward. He rushed towards the direction where the rocket landed and tried to detonate the rocket with his body to protect the command center and other comrades.

With a loud bang, the rocket exploded not far from the command center. The soldier died heroically, and Long Xiaoyun and other personnel were knocked to the ground by the blast. Fortunately, the command center was not completely destroyed. Long Xiaoyun endured the pain, quickly got up, and continued to command the battle. She knew that she must not lose her composure at this moment.

When Li Fan saw the explosion behind him, anger surged in his heart.

He knew that he had to get rid of the Viper team as soon as possible so that he could free up his hands to deal with the threats from the air and the rear.

He took a deep breath and rushed towards the enemy like a cheetah again. His speed was faster and his momentum was stronger. The submachine gun in his hand roared, as if venting his anger.

He rolled and jumped, skillfully dodging the enemy's bullets while giving the enemy a fatal counterattack.

Under his leadership, the members of the Wolf Warrior team also regained their spirits. Regardless of the dangers in the air and in the rear, they concentrated their firepower and launched a more fierce attack on the "Viper" team, determined to fight the enemy to the end.

On the battlefield, the air was filled with smoke, and the pungent smell of gunpowder mixed with the smell of blood permeated the air. The situation changed rapidly, and every second could determine life or death.

Li Fan's eyes were like a deep cold pool, staring intently at the battle situation ahead, not missing any details.

His brain was like a high-speed precision instrument, rapidly analyzing the enemy's troop deployment, firepower configuration, and patterns of action amid the whistling of bullets, explosions, and the shouts of soldiers.

He keenly grasped the weaknesses in the enemy's defenses and the flaws exposed by the mercenaries' frenzied counterattacks.

Those flaws were like a ray of light hidden in the darkness, and were accurately grasped by Li Fan.

Based on the battlefield situation, he acted decisively and quickly adjusted his tactics. Every order he gave was decisive and unquestionable, like a steel nail squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a resolute force.

He said to Zhuang Yan and Shi Sanba sternly, "Zhuang Yan, Shi Sanba, lead some of your team members in a feint attack from the front. Remember, you must draw all the enemy's firepower. Your movements must be large, but you must also be careful to conserve your own strength."

Zhuang Yan's eyes were determined, and he answered without hesitation, "Don't worry, Captain. I'll complete the mission!"

Shi Sanba also nodded calmly: "Captain, we know our limits."

After saying that, Zhuang Yan led the team members to the designated position as quickly as a cheetah.

His angular face looked even more stern under the illumination of the flames. He took a deep breath, his broad chest puffing out like a blower, and then shouted, "Brothers, our mission is to draw the enemy's fire, giving the captain and his men a chance to attack from behind. Everyone, cheer up and don't be afraid! This is a battle that will test our courage and will. We must defend the dignity of our motherland with our lives!"

The team members shouted in unison, the sound was like surging waves, breaking through the noise of battle, and the morale was so high that it seemed to be able to pierce the sky.

They raised their weapons, and the black muzzles of their guns were like the gaze of death as they fired fiercely at the enemy positions.

Bullets rained down on the enemy, and the flames from the muzzles flickered and jumped in the darkness, like the fangs of a devil, illuminating their resolute and determined faces.

Shi Sanba, standing aside, was as calm as ice. His eyes were deep and wise as he methodically directed his team's firing rhythm. "Da da da... Da da da..." he shouted over the intercom, his voice steady and powerful, like a metronome of war. "Team one, fire short bursts first, three rounds per group, with one-second intervals. Team two, prepare for fire support. Alternate fire. Don't give the enemy a chance to breathe! Suppress them with precise firepower!"

The team members strictly followed his instructions, and every action was like a mechanical procedure that had been rehearsed countless times, and they carried out the shooting in an orderly manner.

The dense firepower successfully attracted the attention of the mercenaries. The enemy's guns turned to the front, and bullets flew towards Zhuang Yan and his men like locusts, splashing dust on the ground around them, as if death was a bunch of evil flowers blooming on the ground.

Li Fan himself led Leng Feng, Ban Zhuan and other team members and quietly went around the enemy's rear like a ghost.

They seemed to blend into the dark shadows, taking advantage of the complex terrain of the valley to cleverly avoid enemy patrols and lookouts.

Li Fan's footsteps were as light as walking on cotton, yet as fast as lightning. His eyes were focused and firm, as if he could see through all obstacles in the darkness. The confidence revealed in his eyes seemed like a demon from hell.

Leng Feng followed closely behind him. His stern face was as hard as stone. He held the weapon tightly in his hand. The weapon seemed to be a part of his body, and he was ready to deal with any emergency at any time.

Banzhuan was in charge of the rear guard. His huge body was like a moving hill. He looked back from time to time. Every turn of his head was like a radar scanning to make sure there were no enemies following.

While crossing a dense forest, they encountered some simple traps set by mercenaries.

Li Fan squatted down and carefully observed the tiny traces on the ground. His focused expression seemed as if he was deciphering an ancient and mysterious book.

He whispered to the team members, "Watch your step. There may be other traps here. Watch out for those seemingly ordinary branches and grass. They may hide deadly dangers."

The team members advanced cautiously, each step felt like walking on thin ice, and finally they successfully got behind the enemy.

From the mercenaries' perspective, they were fully engaged in a frontal assault. One mercenary shouted to his companions, "Are these Chinese soldiers crazy? Their firepower is so strong, but if they expose themselves like this, they'll be defeated by us sooner or later!"

Another frowned and said, "Don't take it lightly, they are not that simple."

They had no idea that danger was quietly approaching from behind.

When Li Fan and his men appeared behind the enemy, the mercenaries were still unaware and were still concentrating on dealing with the feint attack from the front.

Li Fan seized the opportunity, which was like a gift specially prepared for him by the God of Destiny, and decisively issued the order to attack.

He rushed out first, like an angry lion, and the submachine gun in his hand roared, and the roar sounded like a roar from hell.

Li Fan's figure was extremely fast. He shuttled between the enemies, leaving only afterimages wherever he passed.

Each of his movements was full of strength and skill. When he dodged the bullet sideways, his body was as soft and flexible as a willow branch in the wind. Then he swung the gun backhand, and the butt of the gun hit the enemy's temple accurately, knocking him unconscious instantly.

His shooting was even more terrifying. The submachine gun in his hands seemed to have become a divine weapon with a soul. The firing speed was beyond imagination. The tongue of fire ejected from the muzzle was like a blazing sickle, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the enemies.

With his own strength, he tore a hole in the enemy's encirclement and killed all the enemies around him.

He jumped high, spun his body in the air, pointed his gun downward, and instantly fired a volley of bullets. The bullets fell like raindrops, suppressing all the enemies around him.

After landing, he quickly squatted down, used the enemy's body as cover, and changed the magazine. The whole process was completed in one go and took less than two seconds.

He also shouted: "War Wolf attacks, the enemy will be defeated!"

Leng Feng and Ban Zhuan were not to be outdone. They surrounded Li Fan from both sides, forming a perfect pincer attack.

Leng Feng's shooting skills are extremely accurate. He is like a sniper from the dark world. Every time he fires a shot, a mercenary will fall.

His eyes were cold and sharp, as if he was judging the enemy mercilessly. The murderous intent in his eyes was enough to scare the enemy.

Banzhuan used his strong body to rush towards the enemy like a ferocious rhinoceros.

The weapon in his hand kept swinging like a huge hammer, repelling the enemies approaching him one by one. Every swing carried a tremendous force, and the enemies in front of him were like fragile ants.

This tactic has achieved remarkable results.

The mercenaries were attacked from both sides and immediately fell into chaos.

They looked around in panic, their eyes filled with fear and confusion, not knowing where to fight back.

A mercenary shouted in fear: "We are surrounded, why are there enemies behind us?"

The originally orderly defense line collapsed in an instant, and the mercenaries ran around like headless flies, as if they were a group of lambs lost in the darkness.

The Wolf Warriors took the opportunity to expand their victory, and the team members became more and more courageous.

They coordinated with each other like a precision-operated war machine. Some were responsible for frontal attacks, suppressing the enemy with fierce firepower; others made detours from the side, like sharp daggers, piercing the enemy's heart and gradually destroying the enemy's vitality.

During the battle, a member of the Wolf Warrior Squad was injured and fell to the ground. He was hit in the abdomen by an enemy bullet. Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the ground beneath him red.

But he still stubbornly supported his body with one hand, that arm like a pillar made of steel, and continued to shoot at the enemy, shouting: "I can still fight, I will never retreat! The glory of the Wolf Warriors will not be trampled upon!"

This tenacious spirit inspired the other team members, and they fought the enemy even more bravely, as if they were injected with infinite power.

As time went on, the mercenaries' casualties continued to increase, their resistance became weaker and weaker, the situation on the battlefield gradually developed in a direction favorable to the Wolf Warriors, and the dawn of victory began to appear on this land baptized by war.