425: Your grandpas are here.

After lunch, Old Six stood in front of the special operations team.

There were over twenty of them, split among six combat vehicles.

Old Six cleared his throat, nodded at everyone, and said, "Everyone! Some of you know me, some don't."

"Let me introduce myself first. I'm Chen Liu of the Dawn Squad. If you don't mind, you can call me Brother Six. Whoever is more capable than me can just call me Old Six!"

Most of the special forces members hadn't met Old Six, but who hadn't heard of the Dawn Squad?

This was the core strength of Dawn Base!

And this Old Six actually had no airs at all; he spoke in a down-to-earth way that made people feel close to him.

These special forces members were all people who licked blood off the edge of a knife, so naturally, they didn't like arrogant snobs who acted high and mighty.

So, as soon as Old Six finished speaking, someone below whistled to cheer him on.

"As for me, Old Six, I like capable people, and I like making friends with heroes even more. Just now, I asked Asiba about which of you in the army are the bravest? The best at fighting? Guess what she said!"

"Brother Six, that goes without saying! It must be us!" said one special forces member.

"That's right, Asiba didn't even hesitate and mentioned you directly. Heh, I didn't say another word either and immediately volunteered to the Commander on the spot." Old Six lit a cigarette, took out two more packs, and tossed them to everyone.

"Brother Six, tell us quickly, what are we going to do!"

"Good lad! I like you. This lighter is yours!" After saying that, an exquisite lighter flew out.

The special forces member caught it with one hand and nodded at Old Six.

"Brothers! I told the Commander to give me an elite squad so we can charge directly into the enemy's main city! Let's turn it upside down!" Old Six slammed his foot onto the tire.

"Roar!"

"Brother Six is awesome!"

"Heh! These past few days have been too stifling, we should have done this a long time ago!"

Upon hearing they were going to strike directly at the enemy's heart, the special operations team all got excited.

"That's right! That's exactly how we're going to do it! We'll set off immediately. If a god blocks us, kill the god; if a Buddha blocks us, kill the Buddha! If we encounter the enemy's blocking force, leave no one behind, kill them all. We'll fight our way there! Does everyone have confidence!"

Seeing the special forces members' high desire to fight, Old Six also got fired up.

"If we don't encounter the enemy, we'll quietly sneak to the main city 500 kilometers away. We'll look for a chance to break in, and if there's no chance, we'll fight a guerrilla war outside. In any case, we won't let them sleep."

"Understood! Brother Six, let's go!"

"Brother Six! I can't wait."

"Good, very good! Now, you have half an hour to prepare, make sure your magazines are fully loaded. The time has come to perform meritorious service for the base! Show me what you've got, and let's have a satisfying slaughter! Dismissed!"

"Yes!" the special forces members, filled with hot-blooded passion, shouted in unison.

Pan Han listened from afar and couldn't help but nod: "This kid is usually careless, but he's actually quite decent when it comes to getting things done."

"Asiba, what's the level of the squads they've dispatched?"

"Commander, they have very few even primary evolvers. Most are civilians using automatic rifles and rocket launchers."

"Then it seems Old Six and the others shouldn't have any problems. Let them go and have a go at it."

"Commander, we'll officially set off at three in the afternoon."

"Good!"

Half an hour later, six combat vehicles drove out of the camp, fully loaded with a group of special forces members brimming with killing intent.

Old Six sat in the passenger seat of the lead vehicle, in an extremely good mood.

"Damn it, this is what a man should be doing! Reserve team? Only a ghost would want to be in the reserve team." Old Six hugged his rifle, smoking a cigarette, almost singing.

"Brother Six, let's just charge over at full speed. I really want to floor the accelerator." At this moment, the driver said.

"Don't rush, you guys think first, if you were setting up an ambush, where would you hide right now?"

"Uh... I haven't thought about that. The next few dozen kilometers are all small hills; if you were to hide people, it could only be here." The driver was caught off guard and stammered.

"Two brothers in the back, what do you think?" Old Six said noncommittally, turning to ask the others.

"The small hill three kilometers to the west. If there are no enemies, I'll wash my hair while doing a handstand." One person in the back said fiercely.

"Oh! So certain?"

"Hmph, Brother Six! If I were to arrange the blocking force, fifty men could be inserted here. It would be enough to give our main force a hard time."

"Good! Then let's scout the path for the main force. Heading for the small hill to the west, full speed ahead!"

"Got it!" The driver made the car roar, while the few vehicles behind dispersed and maintained a certain distance.

Two minutes later, the convoy was less than 300 meters away from the small hill.

"I smell a hint of a conspiracy!" Old Six said while looking ahead; this place was indeed suitable for an ambush.

"If they attack, they expose their target. If they don't attack, they can just wait for us to deal with them."

"Brother Six is right!" the driver said.

"Charge straight in!"

"Boom! Boom!"

The combat vehicles' engines roared, speeding up to the maximum as they suddenly drove into the small hill.

Sure enough, bullets came whistling in.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Loud noises erupted on the vehicle body, and Old Six quickly pulled his hand back into the car.

"Haha! Brothers! Isn't this exactly what we wanted?" Old Six let out a happy, pig-like squeal.

"Machine guns, prepare to counterattack!" Old Six picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered everyone. After finishing, he flipped to the back seat, opened the roof, and stuck his body out.

All six combat vehicles had 12.7mm heavy machine guns with protective armor on top, and each had 2000 rounds of ammunition in the car.

With a clatter, bullets were chambered. Old Six released his spiritual sense, covering everything within several hundred meters.

The other twenty-plus special forces members all had their gun barrels pointed outwards, bullets chambered.

From the ridge of the small hill, a dozen tongues of fire erupted, which were quickly spotted by Old Six and the others.

"Come on, babies!" Old Six adjusted the direction and opened fire at the ridge.

"Roar, roar, roar! Finally, it's my turn to shine! Brothers, give me suppressive fire!"

Primary evolvers paired with heavy machine guns were absolutely a perfect combination.

Spiritual sense range, physical fitness, shooting range—they all complemented each other perfectly.

Heavy machine guns had great power but strong recoil; however, in the hands of primary evolvers, they hit exactly where aimed.

Sure enough, after a dozen bursts from the six machine guns, more than half of the fire tongues on the ridge disappeared.

One could faintly see figures moving; they were likely changing positions.

"Flank them!" At Old Six's command, fifteen members split into five groups and poured out like hunting dogs.

For mortals to try to outrun primary evolvers was pure wishful thinking!

The few hundred meters were covered in no time.

This blocking squad immediately scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing in twos and threes, and their shooting lost accuracy.

Within three minutes, the five groups of members had completely annihilated them.

Old Six followed up and arrived in front of one of the dead enemies.

Just in time to see him holding a walkie-talkie in his hand, with a voice coming from it.

"Squad 03, what's the specific situation? Please reply if received."

Old Six picked up the walkie-talkie, looked at the surrounding special forces members, and said loudly, "Your grandfathers are here!"