Time slipped away silently in this tense, suffocating atmosphere. The Special Operations Team had been trapped in this perilous forest for over ten minutes, yet they still could not break through the copper-and-iron blockade of the French Army. Every passing second felt like sand pouring through the Grim Reaper's hourglass, signaling that danger was closing in fast. Anxious dread gripped everyone's hearts—a suffocating, inescapable helplessness born of the dark.
Earlier, dense foliage had obscured their view of the surroundings. But as they carefully crept closer, the scene before them plunged their hearts straight into the abyss. Countless campfires were scattered densely throughout the forest; if not directly adjacent, they were barely a few dozen meters apart, forming a continuous line every few tens of meters. Dozens of soldiers clustered around each fire, some standing leisurely, others sitting comfortably and chatting away with smiles. The relaxed atmosphere stood in stark contrast to the tension of the Special Operations Team. Soldiers stationed between neighboring fires could even converse across the distance simply by raising their voices, which made it painfully clear just how tightly packed they were. The enemy's deployment was like an airtight web, trapping the Special Operations Team with no way out.
Xu Lin felt as though his heart were burning. Sweat poured in beads down his forehead as he acutely understood that every extra moment they lingered here meant ano…
Chapter 85