At the end of the forked road, smoke from gunfire filled the air, reflecting the ferocity of the battle here. Bloodstains covered the ground, and the pungent smell of gunpowder permeated everything. The sounds of slaughter echoed along this narrow road, heartrending and agonized.
More and more corpses piled up, making this area look especially bloody and brutal.
Ying Feng still maintained his unhurried assassination style, leading his team forward step by step. They walked over the corpse-strewn road as if silently showing off.
The Fourth Team's situation, however, was far from optimistic. Forced into a dead end with nowhere left to retreat, their only way out was to fight to the death.
But with every advantage gone, no amount of effort could change anything. The Fourth Team now had only a hundred people left!
This was the heaviest blow the Wolf Fang Regiment had suffered since its establishment, and also the greatest number of casualties the Wolf Fang Team had sustained since its formation.
It was clear just how devastating these successive battles had been to Wolf Fang!
One of Li Bifeng's arms was already nearly useless. His face was covered in blood. Amid the relentless attacks, he turned and grinned at Xu Feng, his smile open-minded yet tinged with unwillingness and weathered sorrow. His rambling voice kept murmuring; this was probably the first time in his life that Li Bifeng had spoken in such a low voice.
"Captain, I used to be really pissed about why you were the captain of Killing Feather instead of me. Wasn't it just because I was always one rank below you? Killing Feather's style is charging forward and fighting head-on. I think I embody Killing Feather's traits better than you do."
"Save your strength and stop talking nonsense!" Xu Feng replied without