"Fan Yi, you take a small team to protect the hostages at the rear, the rest follow me at the front."
Guisu arranged everything and immediately led eleven people forward.
After walking for more than ten minutes, they found nothing along the way.
By now, the enemy probably saw no need for an ambush on the road.
Guisu thought for a moment and immediately changed the strategy.
A few minutes later, the final battle finally erupted.
Gunshots filled this stretch of forest, and screams were unceasing.
The Red Team and Yellow Team, relying on their superior numbers, suppressed the Black Team.
Bei Tianyou watched the diminishing black dots on the screen, his brows tightly furrowed.
Perhaps the only hope for this battle lay in that one solitary departing black dot.
"The Black Team has successfully escaped, the Black Team has successfully escaped."
The broadcast voice rang out, finally ending this tense, almost nerve-wracking competition.
