The Hook Tribe's armed forces in the dense forest showed no fear or concealment, charging forward aggressively. If someone around them got hit by stray bullets and fell to the ground without a sound, they just bit their lips and remained silent. Immediately, others would check on the wounded, drag them behind a large tree, and continue advancing.
Luo Zheng observed this scene calmly, estimating the distance. The Hook Tribe only needed to charge forward about fifty meters to exit the forest. Ahead was an open area, about two hundred meters wide. He nodded to Hook, who, with an understanding, picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted a few commands.
"Rat-tat-tat!" The Hook Tribe fighters were charging, almost reaching the forest's edge. Upon hearing Hook's attack command, everyone found cover and launched a fierce counterattack. Three hundred men simultaneously opened fire, bullets raining down, catching the enemy off guard.
