The moment he finished speaking, Han Fei made his move. The grappling gun in his hand shot out, accurately wrapping around a sniper.
"Grapple hit!"
As the grappling hook reeled back in, the sniper was forcibly dragged toward Han Fei.
"Texas," Han Fei called.
"I'm here."
Texas answered, swinging her longsword and instantly severing the unfortunate sniper's head.
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The battle on the wasteland continued.
A Sarkaz tide six times their number surged forward like a torrent of black iron, only to shatter against the line of death constructed by Andoain's squad.
Lemuen's AWM glinted coldly amid the smoke and dust, every shot precisely blowing open a helmet. Meanwhile, Texas's twin swords moved through gaps in the barrage, and every flash of her blade was accompanied by the dull thud of a severed limb hitting the ground.
Ten meters.
For the Sarkaz, that was not a great distance. Even the weakest Sarkaz crossbowman could run ten meters in the blink of an eye.
Yet at this moment, those mere ten meters had become an impassable chasm before the Sarkaz mercenaries.
The greatsword captain's massive blade crashed to the ground during his charge, metal and stone slabs colliding with a piercing shriek. His knees slammed heavily into a pool of blood, and the bloody foam spraying from his throat arced through the moonlight like a shattered flag.
His red armor marked him as an elite, but that scarlet gear could not stop an AWM round. Under Lemuen's sniper rifle, even an elite greatsword captain could only die with resentment.
Beside the greatsword captain, eleven Sarkaz mercenaries lay sprawled across the ground in various poses.
Like the greatsword captain, they had all tried to close in on the squad,