57: Chapter 57 Moment of Action

"Brother Han, you lost again!"

Wang Yanbing laughed heartily, his face beaming with triumph.

Yang Han spread his hands helplessly.

There was no helping it; playing cards wasn't his strong suit. On the contrary, it was Wang Yanbing's forte. The latter had been a troublemaker since childhood and was exceptionally skilled at such games.

Su Guodong also wore a rather smug expression.

In other areas, the two had been utterly crushed by Yang Han, leaving them with no face to show. But when it came to cards, Yang Han was like a little brother in comparison.

"Brother Han, Brother Han, come on, let's go again, another round!" Wang Yanbing said with a laugh.

By now, Yang Han's relationship with Wang Yanbing, Su Guodong, and the others had improved considerably.

Perhaps after going through one exercise together, the gaps between them had mostly disappeared.

Yang Han, helpless, was just about to agree.

However, at that moment, his infrared senses suddenly went on high alert.

Within a five-hundred-meter radius.

Enemies were lurking!

And there were quite a few of these enemies—not just one or two, nor even dozens like during Fan Tianlei's operation.

But over a hundred people!

"Not good!"

Yang Han's expression suddenly turned serious, and he stood up abruptly.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Yanbing and the others looked completely bewildered.

Yang Han coughed. "I'm going to the bathroom. Wait for me..."

As he spoke, he picked up his gun and walked out of the tent.

"Holy crap!"

"Brother Han, how can you play like this?"

"Running away after losing so many rounds?"

Wang Yanbing was speechless, but inwardly, he felt extremely pleased.

Yang Han, the strongest Soldier King of the Iron Fist Regiment, had been utterly annihilated by him at cards. How satisfying! Wang Yanbing thought to himself.

At that moment, it was still nighttime.

Under the cover of night, visibility was greatly reduced. For Wolf Fang to launch a full-scale assault on the Iron Fist Regiment headquarters at this moment was perfectly timed.

"What is Wolf Fang trying to do? Going all out?"

Yang Han narrowed his eyes, holding his gun as he moved stealthily through the grass.

"System, how many emotion points do I have left?" Yang Han asked inwardly.

"Ding! Current remaining emotion points: 2700!"

Yang Han's heart stirred, and then he spoke. "Directly upgrade my Rifle Ability to level 8!"

"Ding! Spent 2200 emotion points to upgrade Rifle Ability to level 8!"

"Current remaining emotion points: 500."

Yang Han suddenly tightened his grip on the Type 95. He could feel a tremendous change in his body.

After upgrading his Rifle Ability to level 8, he felt as if he had become the god of rifles, even establishing a faint, almost mystical, mental connection with the bullets within the rifle.

In short, Yang Han's accuracy with a rifle had now reached an absurdly high level.

Generally speaking, reaching level 8 in any ability represented the absolute peak of human capability!

Now, with a rifle in hand, Yang Han would be the most formidable rifle user in any country, any military force in the world.

"Time is a bit tight. If I go back to notify the others now, this group will have already charged over!"

"So, I can't go back to warn them. There's only one way to alert the Iron Fist Regiment."

"That is—to engage Wolf Fang in combat!"

A cold light flickered in Yang Han's eyes.

Like the Grim Reaper, he lay hidden in the grass, silently watching the advancing Wolf Fang forces ahead.

Meanwhile, at the Iron Fist Regiment command post.

Gong Jian and others were excitedly deploying their troops.

Their plan was simple: in another half hour, under the cover of darkness, they would launch a surprise attack on Wolf Fang, expecting to catch them off guard.

What Gong Jian and the others didn't know was that Wolf Fang's main force had already circled around...

He Zhijun was personally on the battlefield this time, his expression equally icy. Wolf Fang was his creation, growing from a single unit to a special operations brigade. He Zhijun had been with Wolf Fang for a long time.

In his younger days, whether in the entire Southeast Military Region or the Great Xia Military, He Zhijun had looked down on most, with few earning his regard.

Because he had once been the strongest Special Forces soldier!

Someone who had won the International Scout Competition championship multiple times could hardly be considered lacking.

By personally leading the charge this time, He Zhijun aimed to crush the Iron Fist Regiment in one fell swoop and restore Wolf Fang's morale.

"We are very close to the Iron Fist Regiment now. From here on, we no longer need to move slowly..."

"From now on, our Speed must be fast! Faster! Even faster! We will shatter the Iron Fist Regiment with the force of a thunderbolt, crush them completely, and send them fleeing in disarray!"

He Zhijun growled.

Countless Wolf Fang soldiers behind him trembled with excitement, stirred by his words.

Bang.

Bang.

Right then, two crisp gunshots rang out in the night, causing He Zhijun's expression to freeze.

What the hell?

Who the hell fired?

They were almost upon the Iron Fist Regiment, about to launch their thunderous assault. Surely, the Iron Fist Regiment wouldn't be able to withstand it and would be utterly annihilated by Wolf Fang.

But now, someone had fired?

"Which idiot fired? Don't they know it will alert the enemy?"

He Zhijun growled, his eyes scanning around. He thought it was someone from Wolf Fang who had fired prematurely.

Bang, bang, bang...

Bang, bang, bang...

Next, He Zhijun's face completely changed.

The continuous gunfire made him realize this wasn't firing from within Wolf Fang's ranks, but—from the opposing side!

He Zhijun's pupils contracted sharply as he stared into the darkness of the jungle ahead, where flashes of gunfire were now visible.

"Damn it!"

"Have we been discovered?!"

He Zhijun roared, his mind momentarily going blank.

"Never mind! Attack! Attack!"

He Zhijun knew that retreating was no longer possible. As the other side opened fire, he understood one thing clearly.

Wolf Fang was about to be exposed.

The Iron Fist Regiment had discovered them early!

Wolf Fang would lose the element of surprise!

Iron Fist Regiment command post.

Hearing the sounds of battle outside, Gong Jian and the others all tensed up.

Then, the expressions of the six company commanders changed dramatically.

"What's going on? Are we under attack?"

"Quick, quick, quick! All units, alert! Now!"

Gong Jian and the others shouted furiously.

Whoosh...

The entire Iron Fist Regiment was on alert. He Chenguang, Wang Yanbing, and others who had been playing cards in the tents were startled, then grabbed their weapons, ready to fight.

This battle had officially begun!

Under the cover of night, the Iron Fist Regiment and Wolf Fang engaged in their final showdown...

Both sides understood that this would be the last major battle. When the path is narrow, the brave win. It all depended on whether Wolf Fang or the Iron Fist Regiment had the stronger fighting force.

Gunfire echoed incessantly. As the Iron Fist Regiment forces came to their senses, more soldiers spotted Wolf Fang and joined the fierce battle.

At that moment, He Zhijun was furious, his eyes bloodshot.

Why? They had concealed their tracks well enough.

Yet still—they had been discovered by the enemy!

This perfectly executed plan of deception had failed.

In the jungle under the night sky, Yang Han's eyes were like stars in the darkness, distant and cold.

In his hands, over twenty Wolf Fang soldiers had already been eliminated.

Level 8 Rifle Ability was truly formidable, with accuracy exceeding 90%, almost mythical.

"The one surrounded in the middle must be Wolf Fang's commander. After Fan Tianlei was eliminated, Wolf Fang's commander seems to be only one person: He Zhijun."

"Wolf Head..."

A faint smile appeared in Yang Han's eyes. He had found his target!

Next, it was time for action.