On a snowfield devoid of rocket launchers and snipers, a vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun reigns supreme!
Bullets fired from a heavy machine gun can travel at speeds exceeding eight hundred meters per second.
The theoretical rate of fire can reach two thousand rounds per minute.
As long as ammunition is sufficient and the firing environment is stable, the maximum rate of fire could potentially reach a terrifying six thousand rounds.
Of course.
Given the bumps and jostles of a moving vehicle, and especially when surrounded by comrades, even the most frantic firing would not exceed three hundred rounds per minute.
But three hundred rounds, that's five rounds per second.
Especially since the bullets from a heavy machine gun are nothing like those from a pistol or submachine gun.
Their destructive power is quite astonishing.
King himself witnessed it –
An enemy attempting to outflank him head-on had their head struck by a heavy machine gun bullet, instantly exploding like a rotten watermelon.
There was no help for it.
After all, a bullet traveling at extreme speed couldn't distinguish between friend and foe.
It would simply obliterate any dog's head it hit!
Damn it.
How did it hit another friendly again?
Scram!
Several snowmobiles attempting to intercept King earlier, upon witnessing their third comrade tragically killed by friendly fire, immediately realized something was wrong. They hastily turned their vehicles around and sped away.
Ah—
Da, da, da, da-da!
The machine gunner in the pickup truck was roaring with excitement, happily firing away.
He was thoroughly enjoying the pleasure of slaughtering these foolish Easterners in a crushing manner.
He had no idea that the bullets he was firing had already taken out three of his comrades.
"Stop! Damn it, Fok, stop!"
The machine gunner suddenly heard Rhode's furious roar through his headset: "You're hitting our own people!"
Huh?
Hitting our own people?
The machine gunner paused and hurriedly stopped firing.
Boom!
King seized the opportunity and drove his vehicle into the forest.
As he drove into the forest, the pursuing drones that had been strafing him were forced to reluctantly cease their attack.
After all, the forest environment is not suitable for drone combat.
They could easily crash into trees at any moment and become a complete threat.
King's surprise attack was the first formal test of the Rhode Group's group combat capabilities.
The ironclad fact proved—
These bastards, who were considered killing elites, paid a heavy price of seven killed and four wounded due to their excessive underestimation of the enemy.
It wasn't that their professional skills were lacking.
It was due to too many unforeseen circumstances.
One, everyone was happily hunting King, who could have anticipated the enemy's sudden appearance?
Two, how did King also get a snowmobile? Where did the vehicle come from?
Three, due to the chaotic situation on the ground, the vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun and drones (the drone operators, fearing friendly fire, were hesitant) failed to unleash their intended terrifying power.
It was these three main reasons that allowed King to break through the blockade alone and successfully enter the forest.
It is certain that.
King was a lucky man.
If he were to do it again, let alone alone, even three to five people would struggle to escape being hunted down on the spot!
Rhode, who had greatly underestimated the enemy during this time, would definitely learn a bloody lesson from this.
Not only would he significantly extend the defensive perimeter outwards.
Moreover.
He would strictly forbid any comrade from "aiding the enemy" with a snowmobile, like Tanaka Moto did, which led to Feller and others mistaking them for their own men and losing their lives.
Boom.
The snowmobile could no longer advance.
King looked back, confirming the enemy was not pursuing him, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew.
The enemy, who desperately wanted to tear him to pieces, was not pursuing him so that they could broadcast the video of him breaking through the defense line and entering Blackwater Forest online.
To tell certain people: "Look, your compatriots are still alive! Hurry and save them!"
From this moment on.
King had also become a bargaining chip to attract more Easterners to Blackwater Forest, only to be lured and killed by the enemy.
But he had to do this.
Because the King had made it very clear that there were still three compatriots inside the forest suffering from high fever and in critical condition.
Besides.
King also believed that Qin Zhou and Chu Yingying would do their best to intercept their compatriots who were coming to their rescue from the outer perimeter.
Not easily entering the enemy's sniping range, but using a single-soldier outer harassment tactic, playing a war of attrition with the enemy, and cooperating with White Dove's retaliatory actions in various countries was the correct approach.
One day—
When White Dove killed more people from the Rhode Group in a more brutal and bloody manner, they would completely lose their morale.
At that time—
Not a single one of them would be able to leave Blackwater Forest alive!
King helped the King out of the vehicle and began to conceal the snowmobile with dry branches.
He hoped that the fuel in this vehicle would be enough.
Because if necessary, this snowmobile would become the key to his successful breakthrough.
"Let's go."
King slung his pack over his shoulder and whispered to the King.
A full hour and a half later.
The King, leading King, found their hiding place by taking a winding route.
It was a wild boar den.
The wild boar had become their food source to survive this long.
The wild boar's nest had also become their refuge from the cold and from being preyed upon by bears.
"Scissors, you're back!"
Hammer, holding a dagger, cried out in surprise upon seeing it was King: "Who is this brother? Where is Rabbit? Why didn't he come back?"
Yes.
Why didn't Rabbit come back?
King suddenly remembered the scene of Rabbit being torn to shreds by the enemy.
He clasped his hands over his head and knelt heavily on the ground, unable to control himself any longer, weeping uncontrollably.
Hammer froze.
He then bit his lip hard.
The three companions suffering from fever and unconsciousness also managed to open their eyes with difficulty, their listless gazes looking outside.
Filled with sorrow and grief.
"Just call me Lao Gao,"
King said in a deep voice, taking off his pack: "I have medicine for fever and inflammation. Hurry and save them."
"Okay."
Hammer knew that now was not the time for grief. He quickly pulled himself together and took the backpack.
"Hoo!"
King let out a long sigh, and amidst King's uncontrollable crying, he looked up.
Through the dense branches, he could faintly see a sliver of starlight.
He thought to himself: "Qin Zhou, Chu Yingying. You must hold your positions and not advance rashly. As long as we can stick close to the enemy, White Dove will have more room to maneuver. Only then will we have a greater chance of survival."
Wind!
It blew through the jungle.
From far away, a faint tiger roar could be heard.
Day broke.
It was afternoon again.
Li Qianfan stood by the window, looking out for a long time without speaking.
Four videos.
Two from the dark web, two from domestic sources.
Domestic—
One was from a prominent online figure, using a "very tactful, righteous" tone, strongly condemning the crime of a certain "super second generation" who, while boating on West Lake with a beauty, allowed his subordinates to brutally assault innocent youths.
Another was a renewed call for more passionate individuals to go to Blackwater Forest (though not stated so directly), to rescue those trapped (though not dared to say they were Easterners).
Li Qianfan could tell that these people's rampant behavior was related to the dark web.
He didn't care.
Just barking dogs!
The two videos from the dark web—
Were of Rabbit being dismembered and King driving into the forest.
Li Qianfan understood very well why Rhode released the video of King (of course, no one could recognize him) breaking through the defenses and entering the forest.
It was nothing more than to prove that there were still people alive in Blackwater Forest, to attract more people to rescue them.
But Rabbit was—
Li Qianfan felt a knot in his heart.
Especially Rabbit's final desperate cry, "We're all dead," as he was about to be torn into five pieces, was like a knife plunged deep into Li Qianfan's heart.
It made him feel like a supremely naive idiot!
On one hand, they had the cruelty of torturing Xingxing and dismembering Rabbit. On the other hand, he felt guilt for having to kill Qiu Ye Bu Zi according to the plan to settle many of his younger brother's crimes.
He couldn't forgive himself for his past leniency.
"Perhaps, I'm not even as good as Bai Ziyan,"
Li Qianfan thought silently. "If I had kept up with her, I would have toyed with Qiu Ye Bu Zi to death that night at Tanaka Shou's banquet! Only then could I have been worthy of those beasts who treated my compatriots in such a way."
A small hand with fair, crystal-clear skin suddenly landed on Li Qianfan's shoulder.
He instinctively turned his head to look.
Du Junlin's clear, cold eyes met his.
She said softly, "Bird, don't be sad. We will make those people pay, with interest."