The battle erupted without warning.
Gunfire roared, angry shouts thundered, screams pierced the air, and cries of anguish rang out. Chaos reigned.
Bullets flew everywhere, piercing bodies. Blood spattered the ground and buildings, and the thousand-year-old temple was being wrecked.
More than a hundred monks charged the men trying to seize the ancient bell. As soon as the fighting began, nearly half the monks were killed or wounded. The survivors were fearless, putting their lives on the line to keep the bell from being taken.
Some of the swiftest monks plunged into the enemy ranks and fought head-on, revealing their ferocious side. One drove a fist into an enemy and snapped his neck with a crack. Another rammed a knee into a man's groin, crushing it with a sickening crunch. Still others pressed their fingers together like a blade and plunged them into an enemy's heart!
Close-quarters combat was the bloodiest of all. The monks struck to kill, aiming for their enemies' weak spots, with one goal above all: to take them down.
Perhaps the energy that had nourished the earth had strengthened these monks, and they fought fiercely. But they still couldn't withstand the power of firearms. After killing more than ten enemies, they had suffered heavy casualties themselves!
"Since we've already started, kill them all. Tell the support team to hold off Huaxia's military and police and cover our retreat!"
The man in the cap snarled. He flicked his hand and fired three shots in quick succession. Each one took the life of a warrior monk. The pistol seemed alive in his hands, hitting whatever he pointed it at. He never missed.
Bang, bang, bang...
At the order, gunfire erupted, growing even denser. Under the crossfire, less than a minute passed before fewer than ten of the hundred-odd