"Tch! So many people!"
Song Qiao turned to look around him and grumbled somewhat irritably.
As the four men surrounded Song Qiao, the bullets being fired at him from behind instantly stopped.
After all, this was the stage of close-quarters combat.
In such a situation, unless one was extremely confident in their marksmanship.
No one would dare commit the friendly-fire blunder of firing their weapon.
The gunshots ceased, and Song Qiao faced off against the four men at close range.
The four men were also fully armed, wearing heavy body armor and wielding sharp military knives.
Song Qiao knew they were not martial artists but members of the Swift Water Squad.
However, they were not to be underestimated, as the military was a place where hidden talents abounded.
Many could contend with martial artists based on their physical prowess alone!
Not to mention that the Swift Water Squad was the elite of the elite!
Furthermore, with Song Qiao's sudden intrusion, he was naturally receiving special attention.
These four men were clearly well-trained, moving with agility despite their heavy armor.
It was evident that their agility and physical strength far surpassed that of ordinary people.
Coupled with Song Qiao's earlier burst of terrifying speed, which had some impact on his stamina.
Moreover, when the fight truly began, it would be a direct confrontation.
Given how heavily armed they were, their knives might even get nicked if they struck!
Just as Song Qiao was finding the situation troublesome, a furious roar suddenly echoed!
"I'm here!"
With a shout, Wei Feng charged forward from not far away.
He raised his hand high, clutching his equally heavy bulletproof helmet.
He swung it down hard at the back of one of the four men's heads!
Clang!
The moment the two helmets collided, a deafening explosion ripped through the air!
The terrifying sound was comparable to the artillery shells they had just fired!
Smashing helmets against helmets was a true brute-force confrontation!
Even though the opponent's physical condition far exceeded that of ordinary people, Wei Feng's strength was also extraordinary.
The impact to the head was no less than that of a medium-speed car!
Inside the helmet, the man's head was nearly blown apart by the shock!
Blood slowly seeped from his ear canal, his eardrum even ruptured!
With a thud, his heavily armored body crashed to the ground.
The other three immediately tensed up, turning to surround each other before attacking Song Qiao.
They eyed the two men warily, preparing to wait for their comrade's support before engaging further.
"Are you alright, Boss? Humph! They're not the only ones with teammates!"
Wei Feng snorted, donning his own helmet.
He clapped his head forcefully and roared at the remaining three opponents.
"You guys are the Swift Water Squad, right? Come on!"
Wei Feng's ferocity indeed startled the remaining three.
However, Song Qiao felt that the previous blow was a bit too forceful.
He couldn't help but remind him, "Don't go all out right from the start."
"Save some strength. These guys aren't martial artists, and we'll have plenty to deal with!"
Wei Feng nodded in agreement, and the two began to coordinate their efforts, launching a close-quarters combat against the remaining three!
As all five of them were heavily armed, the clang of impacts echoed incessantly during the fight.
Just as Wei Feng felt his ears were about to go numb from the noise.
The three opponents on the other side could no longer hold on and fell to the ground.
"Finally dealt with. It's not easy to hold back and still have to handle these guys."
After finishing off the three on his side, Song Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.
He was about to search for the remaining Swift Water Squad members to engage them.
Suddenly, he realized that only Wei Feng and Zheng Hui, who was cowering in the corner, remained by his side.
"Where are the others?"
He pressed the earpiece he was wearing and contacted the other three.
"They're resting and watching the show, of course! What else would they be doing?"
Mo Ling's exasperated voice came through the earphones, accompanied by sounds of fighting!
Song Qiao immediately understood that the remaining three were also locked in fierce battles!
His ears vibrated slightly, and he quickly pinpointed their general locations.
"You stay here and protect Deng Hui. I'm going to help!"
He instructed Wei Feng, and Song Qiao rushed out again!
Earlier, Mo Ling, Chen Chen, and Lu Wei had tried to reinforce Song Qiao but were intercepted by other members of the Swift Water Squad.
During the chaotic melee, the battlefield was divided into several areas.
Only Wei Feng's position was relatively weak, allowing him to break through the encirclement and reach Song Qiao.
The remaining three, fighting and retreating, were forced to maintain a considerable distance from Song Qiao and the others.
On his way to assist Mo Ling, Song Qiao spotted Lu Wei and Chen Chen locked in combat with their enemies.
Both were covered in blood.
Lu Wei's shiny bald head, in particular, looked as if it had been doused in blood.
Blood trickled down his face, making his entire countenance appear particularly grim and terrifying!
Judging by the scattered corpses on the ground and the excited expression on Lu Wei's face.
Song Qiao knew that the blood must have come from the enemies!
It seemed that despite the Swift Water Squad's reputation.
They were still no match for the ferocity of martial artists in close-quarters combat!
Therefore, even though the enemy had superior numbers, Song Qiao assessed that the two of them could handle the situation.
He didn't waste time lingering and shouted to them.
"You two go find Wei Feng after you're done fighting!"
"I'm going to support Mo Ling, and we'll regroup with you soon!"
"Understood!" Chen Chen responded, punching an opponent in front of him.
Lu Wei licked the blood from his lips, his eyes fixed on an opponent with a hint of amusement.
He clasped his hands together, recited a Buddhist chant, and replied, "Amitabha."
Without engaging in their fight, Song Qiao proceeded directly toward Mo Ling, following the sounds of battle ahead.
To speed up his progress.
He even discarded the bulletproof vest he had worn, which had bravely shielded him from countless bullets.
It was a vest that had served him valiantly. He began to rush towards Mo Ling at full speed!
"Faster!"
He knew that the battlefield ahead was even more dangerous!
After all, Mo Ling was the overall commander of this operation and had naturally received more attention from the enemy.
Furthermore, given that the opponents were the Swift Water Squad, they would undoubtedly have heard of Mo Ling's name.
Such "special treatment" was to be expected.
In this section of the battlefield, there were six fully armed enemies surrounding her!
Two were already lying on the ground, blood still slowly seeping from their necks.
Relying on her understanding of the Swift Water Squad.
And exploiting the weakness of their body armor, which left the neck unprotected.
She had used her dagger to swiftly kill two of them, but she still had to face the remaining four!
Facing the encirclement of four, Mo Ling could initially hold her ground.
But over time, she began to show signs of fatigue!
Especially to prevent sudden gunfire, she had also donned heavy body armor before entering the mountains.
This undoubtedly further depleted her stamina.
Gradually, her movements became sluggish, and her breathing grew heavier.
To anyone watching, she had clearly fallen into a disadvantageous position!
But just then, Song Qiao, unburdened by armor, appeared silently.
With a fist imbued with boundless power, he surged forward, knocking one person down with a single blow!