Upon hearing the enemy had deployed an RPG, Ghost Hand knew it was the ultimate close-combat weapon; a single rocket could destroy an entire mud house here, with no way for those inside to escape. Time was running out, and in shock, he roared, "Stop fighting, destroy the weapons and signal devices immediately, and fall back to me as quickly as possible."
"Retreat!" Snow Leopard shouted loudly, like a wounded lion, filled with unwillingness and anger. His voice echoed far into the night sky, stirring up feelings of sorrow and anger.
Everyone quickly disassembled their weapons, took out the signal devices, placed grenades or button bombs on them, and threw all the remaining bullets on as well. Weapons were their lifeline, and the signal devices contained the nation's top weapon technology, which absolutely mustn't fall into enemy hands. This was a principle. They quickly retreated, carrying their wounded comrades on their backs, sprinting away.
