The dense points of light on the plain quickly receded under Wind Thunder's collective operation attack. The soaring values of St. Calina and Golden Sword suddenly dropped a lot in their triumphant advance. Wind Thunder's intervention was like a sharp knife tearing a gap from the periphery of the battle circle, but because the number difference between both sides is too large, it is impossible to defeat the Yellow Army with the current elite forces.

When the special grade academy of St. Calina noticed Wind Thunder's strong counterattack, Cangmu Kuang Qi immediately issued a defensive order. He must effectively limit the pace of the White Army's rear forces' attack. If things continue along this line, it would be turning the tables. This team's morale is unbelievable. How could Wind Thunder have such powerful combat capabilities? In previous years, the number of special soldiers only accounted for a very small proportion.

"C2C3C4 clusters remain on the west, C5C6 continue firefighting." Inside the Command Room, Zi Mou calmly issued various orders. Although she had calculated everything, she was unable to predict Amelia's unpredictable thinking. After several rounds of counterattacks, Wind Thunder's disadvantage has gradually been turned around, but Yingland is still being gradually suppressed under the Blue Army's oppression, even somewhat overwhelmed by three military schools.

Zi Mou believed that Amelia, the perennial champion, would never sit and wait for death. So, what kind of trump card was she relying on?

As time passed, the scorching sun was no longer so hot, and the temperature of the earth gradually cooled. Sweat ran down the backs of the soldiers, and every breath of oxygen they took into their lungs seemed to be mixed with the unique taste of the earth. Although they were exhausted, no one actually stopped. To stop would mean death, meaning you're out of the game.

Soon after, Wind Thunder's elites and the main force of the Yellow Army met head-on. The quality of the soldiers in the team of dozens even surpassed Wind Thunder. St. Calina's elite soldiers, all gathered in this team, made their move. With the successive waves of gunfire echoing across the plain, casualties have quickly appeared in Wind Thunder's elite squad.

The opponent's loading speed, shooting accuracy, and first hit rate, as well as the understanding of comprehensive battlefield knowledge, even far exceed the ordinary elites of Wind Thunder. Under the suppression of the densely packed Yellow Army, Wind Thunder was somewhat suppressed by the suddenly appeared main force to the point of breathlessness. Their repeatedly replaced magazines were quickly used up.

Real battlefield conditions are not the same as survival in the wild. Everyone's physical exertion is several times that of daily training. Having fought for several hours, even the commander who hasn't eaten or drank and has been staring at the screen would probably have muddled thoughts by this time. Countless soldiers fell and didn't want to stand up again. How nice it would be to just sleep like this.

"Don't lie there, get up." Old Yan carried a weary comrade and retreated.

The man waved his hand: "Brother, put me down, I really can't fight it anymore."

"Bullshit, would you say the same in a real battlefield? If you can stand, don't lie down. Let's use crossfire to take out that sniper."

"This is not a bluff, it is true that I can't."

"Goddamn, have you forgotten the chief's advice? Willpower is our guarantee of survival. What have we worked hard till now for and why are you standing here?"

"Cut the crap, you two. We're providing cover fire now. Hurry up and take out the sniper on their side. We want to drink victory wine tonight." It was Elvis's voice, among the squad, the two of them had the most accurate shooting.

The man's body stiffened, squeezed out a grimace, struggled off the ground. He suddenly remembered his ambition when he signed up for Wind Thunder. That was the original dream. Didn't he join the army to train himself? He had climbed over the most difficult slopes, so why was he chickening out at the last moment? Damn it, if he was going to die, he would face it: "Motherfucker, the battle has to be fought. I want to drink tonight."

"Hehe, that's right."

Batch after batch of soldiers were killed on the spot, and batch after batch of soldiers marched forward, followed by honorable discharge. Their physical strength had already been exhausted when they were fighting against the Yellow Army's encirclement forces. It was a strong and unyielding will that supported them to get here. For everyone, sometimes falling might actually be a kind of relief, but as long as they have a bit of strength left, they will continue to fight. When they can no longer stand up, everything will become irrelevant to them.

The scattered comrades continued to load bullets into their guns one after another. Everyone's faces showed cruel smiles, showing a fighting passion that was even higher than before. The intermittent gunfire echoed across the plain, and 40mm rockets exploded in the enemy's cluster like gorgeous flowers.

"Ahhhh, you little bastards, I'm going to fight you!" A gunman suddenly rose, shouting hoarsely, and a non-stop barrage of fire at the Yellow Army. Only by risking life and death could they break free from the hold of the Yellow Army.

Angelina performed various flips and rolls while crazily pulling the trigger of her weapon. Wind direction sensing, three points and one line, hit the mark without fail. The female warrior's courage is like a particularly dazzling blood rose on the battlefield.

Eyes Brother held two guns, ripped open his top, angrily venting everything that could be vented at the Yellow Army. No matter if there were people or not, in any case, shots were fired. This guy exhibited a desperate courage.

He was directly kicked away by Angelina, who casually grabbed the gun, "Where are you firing? Go rest, don't waste bullets."

People were doing their utmost to counterattack the Yellow Army, and although everyone was fighting with all their strength, the number of combat personnel in both sides was too different. Before Wind Thunder encountered the Yellow Army, it had already ended up mutually destructive with Yingland, of course there were also factors from the academy itself. Zi Mou didn't anticipate at all that the Yellow Army would be so stubborn, at least in previous confrontations, the Yellow Army definitely didn't have as many elites as they do now.

At the same time, the Yingland 2169 ambush point and the 1987 highland hidden coordinates had already been thoroughly cleaned up by Feng Yi. As expected, no resistance was found there.

Carrying a steel gun and moving through the depth of the jungle, Feng Yi, who had completed his mission, did not stop and ran back. A lack of stamina is Feng Yi's natural shortcoming, but his burst of energy is unmatched. As a top soldier, this is only relative to the so-called lack of stamina of the super mercenaries from Freedom Port. Compared to the battlefield soldiers, he is much stronger. According to the electronic map display, the 491 battlefield has become the focus of the major academies' advance. So what he has to do now is to rush back to 491 quickly and join the fight.

Not long after locking the coordinates, Feng Yi's electronic map suddenly lost power. Too much energy had been consumed in the process of pinpointing the enemy's hidden targets. Feng Yi shook his head, retracted the map, turned around, and kicked into thin air. An old tree half a meter thick was cut in half by the thunderous strike.

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