As I backed away, pulling on the gate, Zhang Rong and the others had already climbed onto the wall.
The three of them poked their heads up for a look, and none took a bullet to the head.
The moment they climbed over, faint footsteps soon sounded outside the gate as well. The armed group seemed to have surrounded the entrance.
I kept backing away, pulling on the gate. Although I maintained the same rhythm, I was still somewhat nervous.
Soon, sounds of fighting came from outside, along with the group's curses.
"Chen Mo! Come out and help!"
Hearing Zhang Rong's shout, I took a deep breath and charged out with the Entrenching Tool.
Six or seven people were tangled up in a fight with Zhang Rong and the others. With everyone fighting at close quarters, and their guns being long guns, no one managed to fire for the moment.
One man got up off the ground, trying to put some distance between us so he could shoot. Luckily, I spotted him. There was no way I would give him that chance. The instant he raised his hand, I struck him with the shovel, slicing one of his hands clean off.
The Entrenching Tool's versatility and power made it even more useful than a blade. The man had barely screamed twice before I sliced through his neck.
The fight was truly harrowing. With adrenaline surging, everyone desperately tried to kill their opponents. By the end of the struggle, we had suffered some injuries, while their entire group was dead.
The air was filled with the hot breath we exhaled in great gasps.
Zhang Rong swallowed and scrambled up from the ground. "Don't just stand there! Watch out for ambushes. Grab the guns. If you see anyone carrying a gun, shoot