Leitao wore a solemn expression, his gaze sweeping across his teammates one by one as he gave his orders: "Leave the crates behind, take everything else, and fall back first! Hu Hansi, stay behind to keep watch—I need to leave the Japanese Army a little 'roast pig treat'." Hu Hansi tightened his grip on the light machine gun in his hands and gave a steady nod.
Leitao took a flashlight out of the Bagua Spinning Top Space, flicked it on with a click, and a pale beam of light instantly pierced the surrounding gloom. He strode toward the crates marked with skull symbols, his heavy footsteps sounding particularly abrupt on this dead, silent battlefield. Reaching the crates, he squatted slightly with bent knees, placed one hand firmly on a lid, took a deep breath, and exerted sudden force to flip one open.
"Hiss—" A thick, fiercely pungent and unfamiliar odor instantly surged out, rushing straight at Leitao. Failing to react in time, he instinctively shrank back, his weight shifting backward as he nearly lost his footing. His brow knitted tightly into a deep frown, his face full of pain and disgust. He hurriedly raised his hand, tightly covering his nose and mouth with his sleeve in an attempt to block the nauseating stench.
Chapter 264