His voice was drowned out by the crackling of fire and the roar of gunfire, yet Liang Song nodded, understanding exactly what was needed.
Liang Song gripped the machine gun, which still retained the warmth of the battle. Taking advantage of a brief lull in enemy fire—as they were momentarily stunned by the towering inferno and the explosion of the armored vehicle—he shouted, "Go!" Utilizing the massive barrier of the burning wreck, the two moved with agility, covering each other as they retreated rapidly toward the road.
Every step was hurried yet cautious. Their feet splashed through the muddy ground, sending droplets of earth flying. The air was thick with the suffocating stench of gunpowder and scorched materials. The wound on Liang Song’s right leg began to ache dully during their frantic dash; every jolt felt like a needle stabbing into his flesh. He gritted his teeth, holding back the pain, driven by a single conviction: survive and break through the encirclement.
Chapter 415