"Old squad leader! We can't go on like this!"
Jiang Feng rushed over to Song Heping, carrying the scent of smoke and dust.
He looked very disheveled.
The Kevlar helmet on his head had multiple scratches, the combat uniform on his body was torn in several places by rocks and shrapnel, and a wound on his left cheek from a stray bullet was still slightly bleeding, mixing with dust to form black and red stains.
"They're biting too hard! It's a suicidal tactic! They don't give us any opportunity to break contact! At this rate, let alone reaching Bayji, it would be a miracle if we can hold on till nightfall!"
Song Heping didn't respond immediately, not even looking up at him.
All his attention seemed to be focused on the small tactical tablet, as the last few drones were trying to squeeze out even the slightest advantage in this desperate chess game.
