The burning tent fire provided vision for the warriors, but also disrupted the view through the Night Vision Goggles.
Song Xiaodong determined the enemy's position based on the gunfire and his instincts, realizing there were three squads of five approaching simultaneously from three directions.
"Three squads of five, three directions!" Song Xiaodong reported the battle situation to Feng Jian.
This information was extrely important to Feng Jian, and upon receiving it, Feng Jian imdiately organized a counterattack.
"Li Dazhuang, 10 o'clock direction; Wu Ming, 2 o'clock direction; Han Yang, 12 o'clock direction!"
Upon receiving the order, the group swiftly led their n to organize a retaliatory firepower, plunging both sides into a stalemate.
Dragon Three remained calm as he continued to shoot back, suddenly feeling a chill from behind; he turned back only to find Song Xiaodong had disappeared.
Song Xiaodong flashed and vanished into the distant bushes.
"Humph, today I'll teach you a lesson."
Song Xiaodong stealthily maneuvered behind a squad of five, flicked his hand, and three silver needles flew out, sending three n tumbling from their hidden position among the bushes to the open space before the tent.
The remaining two turned around just as Song Xiaodong's fists hit their chests.
"Bang!" Their breastbones shattered, hearts burst, and they were sent flying too.
"Left flank under attack! Left flank under attack!"
The opposition realized their n were attacked and promptly fired in Song Xiaodong's direction.
After ambushing and eliminating the leftmost enemy group, Song Xiaodong knew his position was compromised, so he picked up a gun and sprinted towards another enemy group's rear.
This group was unaware and continued to shoot at Song Xiaodong's previous position, oblivious to the danger behind them.
In their understanding, such speed was impossible.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
The enemies' weapons with silencers emitted a muted noise, while Song Xiaodong's marksmanship was remarkably precise, downing one enemy with each shot.
The last enemy sensed the disturbance behind, turned around only to see a small-statured Asian man dressed in camouflage, bringing down a gun barrel onto his eyes.
Song Xiaodong's gun barrel shattered the enemy's eye socket, penetrated into the skull cavity, instantly ending his life.
"Enemy on the left flank!"
The final enemy group also realized the situation on this side; the tent was almost entirely burned, Night Vision Goggles began to function again and spotted Song Xiaodong amid the bushes.
"10 o'clock direction, Fire! Fire!"
A group began firing at Song Xiaodong.
Song Xiaodong fearlessly charged directly at five n.
Song Xiaodong leaped, and the height and distance were astonishing, appearing as if flying to the five n.
The nearest enemy saw this impossibility unfold through the Night Vision Goggles, as a man sprinted a hundred ters in a single leap, covering five ters in one step, instantly arriving before him, filling the entire Night Vision Goggles with red images.
Song Xiaodong brandished his dagger and stabbed the enemy's throat upfront; his hands grabbed the enemy, tossing him towards the others, prompting the remaining four to scatter in avoidance, while Dragon Three seized the opportunity to headshot one, leaving three left, Song Xiaodong threw his dagger like a flying knife, piercing one in the chest.
The last two turned to flee, Song Xiaodong picked up the gun, aid leisurely, "Bang bang," and shot them both consecutively.
After half an hour of fierce fighting, Feng Jian's side suffered four warrior fatalities, while all fifteen enemies were annihilated.
One warrior's leg was gravely wounded, major arteries gushing blood uncontrollably, leaving the dic helpless.
"Captain, the major artery is injured, unable to stop the bleeding." The dic reported to Feng Jian with bloodied hands.
"I don't care if you can't save him, I'll execute you!" Feng Jian shouted at the dic, saliva stained the dic's face.
"But we have no surgical equipnt or conditions!"
"I can save him." A calm voice ca from behind Feng Jian.
Feng Jian turned around to see Song Xiaodong in blood-soaked camouflage.
"You can save him? Can you truly save him?" Feng Jian doubted, but there was no ti to question.
"If I can't save him, you may execute ." Song Xiaodong responded calmly.
"How will you save? The major artery requires suture, but we lack surgical equipnt." The dic said.
"Don't worry, be my assistant, Captain Feng, I need lighting."
"Alright!"
Feng Jian provided lighting with a temporary lamp, and the dic assisted as Song Xiaodong took out silver needles, channeled True Qi, sutured the major artery, extracted the bullet, flushed the wound, sutured the wound, drained, and disinfected.
The assisting dic was utterly astonished.
The two silver needles displayed more agility than dedicated surgical tools on the operating table, under Song Xiaodong's precision, akin to two fingers.
After completing, Song Xiaodong was almost utterly exhausted.
Sun Yiyi compassionately assisted Song Xiaodong, helping him wipe sweat.
"Honey!"
"No problem." Despite sweating, Song Xiaodong still managed to smile at Sun Yiyi.
"Oh, by the way, I have dicine pills, administer it to him." Song Xiaodong pulled out a small box from his chest, taking out a Spirit Pill.
Though not bone-regrowing, life-restoring Miraculous dicine, it certainly aids vitality, strengthens immunity, and promotes recovery.
"Alright!" The dic was awestruck by Song Xiaodong, quickly received the Spirit Pill, and fed it to the injured warrior.
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