"Chase them, they're up ahead."
Just as Qin Feng and his team passed the wall, the armed militants caught up.
Woooo
The warrior vehicles carrying the militants rushed towards Qin Feng's direction, one after another.
However, about six hundred meters after the militants gave chase, they discovered that the three tanks in front were not only not moving, but had stopped, as if waiting for them.
"Kill them, slaughter them all for me," the grim-faced leader of the militants ordered without hesitation.
But, just a moment before the militants arrived, Qin Feng roared, "Brothers, there are no more obstacles, come out and slaughter them for me."
Qin Feng grinned as he watched the militants charging through the sand, his smile chillingly cold, as if he were looking at dead men, at these guys chasing them frantically.
This was an open area with no obstacles. They had three tanks and ten special forces members. These militants, with no cover, were simply asking for death.
"Yes."
Upon hearing Qin Feng's command, the three tanks halted. Then, the men quickly emerged from the tanks, waiting for the militants to appear.
Dada dada...
Instantly, they opened fire. Waves of bullets, like raindrops, flew towards the militants.
The next second, just as Qin Feng had predicted, this kind of hunt in an open, obstacle-free area was a massacre. The militants, without tank cover, fell in swathes.
"Ah!"
"Save me, save me..."
"It hurts so much, help me..."
In an instant, the militants descended into utter chaos, screams echoing.
Five minutes later, of the nearly one hundred militants, none could move. All were lifeless corpses.
The leader of the militants, seeing his comrades falling like rows of dominoes around him, was so enraged he could have spat blood.
"Retreat, everyone retreat immediately."
The militant leader looked at the flickering muzzle flashes opposite him, helpless and resentful.
Originally, those tanks were their own weapons, yet they had been stolen by the enemy and were now being used to attack their own men.
There was nothing more frustrating in the world.
"Yes!"
The subordinates of the militant leader, witnessing their companions falling one by one, were filled with extreme fear and began to withdraw.
They knew that continuing the chase would only be sending themselves to their deaths; survival was paramount.
However, this was the reality. On the battlefield, without helicopters and tanks, what could they do?
They could do nothing. The enemy still had tanks, and they, mere flesh and blood, could only be shot.
After the militants retreated, Qin Feng scanned the area where they had been.
The ground was littered with bodies, with scattered limbs and blood-soaked sand...
Seeing this scene, Qin Feng suddenly recalled the full bus of corpses and felt a little better.
*Hoo...*
Qin Feng exhaled heavily and roared, "Eagle, go drive, we're heading back."
"Yes."
He Chenguang responded, glancing at the corpses on the sand, and shook his head vigorously, about to leave.
Just then, Xia Nan ran over, shouting urgently, "Wait, you can't go back yet..."
*Shua!*
Qin Feng turned to look at Xia Nan, asking with confusion, "Why?"
Xia Nan hurriedly explained, "I've received some accurate intelligence. The militant leader, Zakka, has obtained that 'yellow cake.' They plan to transport this material for a terrorist attack. No matter what, you must stop them."
A cold glint flashed in Qin Feng's eyes upon hearing this.
Using 'yellow cake' for a terrorist attack, Zakka was truly insane, capable of any extreme act.
Moreover, Zakka was vengeful. If he knew that the Yan Guo soldiers were involved in this rescue operation, he would undoubtedly find ways to retaliate against Long Guo.
Such a person could not be allowed to live.
Thinking this, Qin Feng frowned, and directly asked Xia Nan, "Do you know the location of the 'yellow cake'?"
Xia Nan nodded, "I do."
"Alright!" Qin Feng said decisively. He then turned to the men behind him and ordered, "Xu Hong, Zhuang Yu, Tong Li, Lu Chen, the four of you will immediately escort these hostages and Deng Min back safely. The rest will follow me and Xia Nan to find the 'yellow cake.'"
"Yes!" everyone roared in unison.
They had no objections.
Since the battle began, they had all followed Qin Feng's lead. This was not due to his rank, but because he was a strong individual.
It was respect for strength.
*Buzz buzz buzz...*
Soon, Xu Hong and the other three drove back the same way with the evacuees in two vehicles. Qin Feng then looked at the remaining men.
Although they had some minor injuries, they were generally in good condition, their spirits high, and capable of combat.
Finally, Qin Feng's gaze fell on Xia Nan, and he directly asked, "Where is the exact location of the 'yellow cake'?"
Xia Nan quickly replied, "At a temporary airport in Roca City."
Upon hearing this, Qin Feng immediately turned to Yang Rui beside him and said, "Go find a vehicle, we're leaving now."
"Yes!" Yang Rui immediately responded.
With that, he flickered and immediately began to stealthily move towards the militants' direction to find a vehicle.
"Everyone, bandage your wounds quickly and be prepared for battle at all times."
After Yang Rui left, Qin Feng led everyone to a small slope nearby to rest.
"Yes!" everyone began to busy themselves.
After all, they had endured one intense battle after another, and their bodies were more or less strained. Using the waiting time to rest was the best and wisest choice.
In less than five minutes, Yang Rui drove a pickup truck charging towards them.
Seeing this, Qin Feng immediately said, "Quick, everyone get in."
*Buzz buzz buzz...*
As soon as everyone got in, Yang Rui floored the accelerator. The pickup truck's engine roared to life, emitting a loud rumble.
The next second, the pickup truck shot directly towards the airport, accelerating all the way.
However, they hadn't gone far when the roar of helicopter rotors filled the air above them.
*Boom boom boom...*
Hearing this sound, everyone in the vehicle's expression changed.
What was a vehicle driving on flat ground most afraid of?
It was most afraid of a hovering helicopter from above, because the helicopter had the advantage of altitude. They were now like live targets. If a single bomb were dropped, they would be blown to smithereens.
The moment Qin Feng sensed something was wrong, he immediately looked up at the sky.
And the next second, his expression became even more grim.
It was an Apache!
This was the top-tier attack helicopter of Pretty Country.