The azure sky was brightly lit by the sun, not a cloud in sight. The air was clear after a storm and the sky seemed washed clean. Within the vast forest, however, came the sound of intense gunfire. A squad was madly enveloping a Mountain Ridge, ignoring the comrades falling lifelessly beside them, howling ferociously without fear of death.
On the Mountain Ridge, Ghost Hand and Madela, with solemn expressions, continually shifted their concealed positions, counterattacking whenever there was an opportunity. But the enemy was overwhelming in numbers and ferocity, indifferent to sacrifice, and the two of them couldn't hold them back. Ghost Hand's face darkened as he shouted, "Brother, you retreat first, alternate cover every hundred meters."
