Both sides exchanged fire in the rain for several minutes. Even the torrential downpour could not mask the smell of ozone in the air.
You He emptied a magazine and loaded another into his Pulse Rifle. Just as he raised it to fire, he saw figures moving across from him—they were actually retreating!
"Damn rats, all you know how to do is run!
Everyone, follow me! Don't let them get away!"
You He led his troops charging forward, closely pursuing the shadowy enemy figures.
But the enemy moved incredibly fast. A burst of lightning and thunder illuminated the ground, and when the thunder faded, those people had vanished into the depths of the forest.
"Damn it!"
You He had lost the enemy's trail and had no idea how to pursue them. He could only curse.
At that moment, one of his soldiers ran over and said:
"Sir, you should take a look at this."
You He walked over to the soldier and looked down, only to find two bodies on the ground. They belonged to terrorists.
During the exchange of fire, they had killed two terrorists.
Yet upon seeing these so-called terrorists with his own eyes, You He fell silent.
The two bodies on the ground belonged to two elderly men with white hair, both seemingly in their sixties or seventies.
Their muscles had atrophied, and after living in the forest for years, they appeared to suffer from numerous skin diseases.
What they wore could scarcely be called clothes; they were more like strips of cloth, nearly rotted away.
The shoes on their feet were not polymer footwear either, but straw sandals.
These two old soldiers wore armor—armor You He had never seen before.
But ravaged by time, the armor was in terrible condition as well. The straps had been