"What?" Luo Zheng was shocked, his face turning ashen, his eyes filled with murderous intent. They had just carved a bloody path and achieved a victory, but now the enemy had launched a fierce surprise attack using fighter jets and helicopters. It was indeed a diversion, a good tactic, premeditated. The eastern defense line probably won't hold, what to do? Thinking of this, Luo Zheng frowned and began to ponder.
At this moment, Hook led Samba and several other tribal leaders over, looking excited. Seeing Luo Zheng's displeased expression, Hook couldn't help but wonder and quickly asked, "What happened?"
"The enemy is fiercely attacking the eastern defense line, employing helicopters and fighter jets. I'm afraid it won't hold for long," Luo Zheng said solemnly, his gaze sweeping over the other tribal leaders. He continued to ask, "The enemy's troops are about to arrive, urgently gather the forces and prepare to evacuate here."
