"Great, brothers, thank you all." Yuanfei Zuo shouted as he jogged over, his face full of excitement. The Japanese sword in his hand was covered in blood, still dripping, and his clothes were soaked with blood too. It was unclear whose it was, but it didn't look like he was injured. His eyes were squinting with laughter, clearly enjoying the battle and venting much of the generational hatred that had been pent up in his heart.
"The helicopter is deployed, evacuate immediately, just in case." Luo Zheng said with a serious expression, quickly offering a reminder.
Yuanfei Zuo was momentarily taken aback, then quickly reacted, his expression turning much more serious. He swiftly assessed the battlefield and said, "Alright, anyway, most of the enemies are dead. Those old folks are probably all burned to death in the big fire. No one could survive such a fire. Gather up the brothers and retreat!" The latter part was shouted to those around him.
