Chapter 254
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Chapter 254: Laser! Wow! Run Away!
The middle-aged white man, Lawrence, gently lifted the curtain of the large tent at the center of the camp. He watched the two departing Strykers with a cold smile before retreating into his tent, where he was alone.
The M1126A Stryker wheeled armored vehicles, along with their occupants, were sent specifically by influential figures. They had only joined the coalition of the "Taliban," "Jamaat al-Tableeg," "Holy War Army," and "World Uyghur Congress" three days ago, bringing their own supplies and obeying Lawrence’s commands.
Even many leaders were unaware of this secret force within the camp; those who did were led to believe it was Lawrence’s secret troops.
The only entrance to Gem Valley, discovered by Mica Village’s chief, Mude Zariyev, and previous chiefs, had almost become a slaughterhouse, with a heavy stench of blood lingering in the air. Corpses lay scattered in disarray, and one could easily step on yellow bullet casings beneath their feet.
Brave battles continued fiercely, but the scale had tipped completely in favor of the Pashtun young men in Gem Valley.
The PKM machine guns had no time to change barrels, the overheated barrels glowing faintly red. Abik, the mercenary leader, wiped the sweat from his forehead, preparing his men to strike back decisively.
Suddenly, intense gunfire erupted outside the mountain pass, startling Abik. He quickly ordered the reserve troops to rush forward. His men, still locked in combat with the Pashtun fighters, were nearly exhausted. Without backup, they risked being overwhelmed by the now-emboldened enemy reinforcements.
Even with "Knight" helping, it would be difficult to avoid significant losses.
The Pashtun young men in Gem Valley were already few, numbering only around three hundred, making each warrior’s fighting ability extremely valuable compared to the seven hundred enemies outside.
In the first round of the enemy’s assault, the Pashtun young men charged recklessly, causing unnecessary casualties, leaving Abik heartbroken. If it weren’t for "Knight" showing up in time, they might have lost this battle.
After all, these were just civilians; even armed, they couldn’t compare to the blood-stained professional bandits.
As despair settled in, Muza tayev watched in anguish as his men fell one by one. This was the team he had painstakingly built, and now it was all crumbling. Even with a bounty for compensation, he wondered how long it would take to rebuild such a force.
The advantage he had painstakingly gained slipped away in an instant. Despite his efforts to uplift morale with his gun, he couldn’t offset the changing balance of forces, and his outlaws began to show signs of breaking apart again. Muza tayev knew that if they truly broke this time, it would be irretrievable.
That damned "Silver Devil"!
Muza tayev felt a mix of fear and resentment.
The sounds of combat from the rear and the familiar attire of various armed groups caught Muza tayev’s attention. He recognized several familiar figures. By the grace of Allah, reinforcements had arrived!
“Muza tayev! I’m here to help you!”
Oh my, it was Stark! This ugly old man had rarely seemed so pleasant.
In a moment of high emotion, Muza tayev nearly cried from joy, feeling as if he wanted to hug Stark, the little faction leader he usually teased. Eww, where did that strange thought come from?
However, quickly regaining his composure, Muza tayev raised his gun and fired three rounds into the sky, shouting, “Brothers, let’s go!”
“Ah! The ‘Silver Devil’!” Some of the newly arrived reinforcements recognized the silver-armored figure outside the mountain pass.
“What are you afraid of? Let him taste my bullets, ah…”
Some remained undeterred, but soon a terrible scream echoed as the flicker of silver ended it in a flash.
The armed reinforcements witnessing the "Silver Devil’s" formidable skills shivered collectively, feeling a sense of foreboding rise within them.
In a narrow confrontation, the bravest would win, and there was no chance to retreat now.
The previous battle had been ferocious; Muza tayev and his men got trapped after just one round of attacks, leaving no opportunity to withdraw. Now, only a dozen remained, struggling for their lives in a precarious situation, on the verge of annihilation.
“Lin Mo, there are two big guys coming this way!”
The silver armor trembled, as if the gold element detected something incredibly alluring.
“Where?!” The visor of Lin Mo’s helmet displayed the Light Mirror Technique, providing optical reconnaissance for his left eye.
Although it was deep in the night with dim light, for Lin Mo, it felt no different from daytime; this was the advantage of a light element warrior. Being in the dark only made it easier to grasp the light.
“Be careful!”
The gold giant dragon suddenly gasped as a bright green beam shot towards it from two hundred meters away.
Sizzle!
In the air, a strange burning smell became evident, the aroma of vaporized dust. A small crater exploded near where Lin Mo had been standing, as if it had just been scorched by high temperatures, resembling something out of molten lava, faintly glowing red.
The enemy approached rapidly; Lin Mo barely had time to see two armored personnel carriers speeding onto the battlefield. He then noticed something strange atop the vehicles, a peculiar object that resembled an upright drum, suddenly aimed at him, releasing a terrifying beam of energy.
Goodness, an energy weapon! Lin Mo felt something unusual, his gaze drifting, causing him to draw in a sharp breath.
A part of his shoulder armor had silently vanished, vaporized by the laser’s touch. How powerful must that laser be? It was utterly terrifying.
If he hadn’t moved quickly, it might have scorched his head.
“Laser! Wow, Lin Mo, run, run!” the gold giant dragon screeched.
Having learned about the laser weapons in this world, the gold coin regarded lasers as its main enemy; such reckless exposure to energy could almost vaporize metal objects. If that beam hit the gold giant dragon, it would make a hole right through it!
The knowledge of this kind of direct attack that weakened them left the gold coin paralyzed with fear, urging Lin Mo to flee desperately.
This thing is deadly!
What the heck is this? Could it be the mysterious force that wanted his life?
Lin Mo recalled the two individual rocket backpacks he had shot down the night before. What kind of organization or army could possibly equip such devices? Looking at the laser that had just appeared, he sensed that the enemy’s technology was far beyond imagination, and their power felt overwhelmingly terrifying.
They clearly aimed to eliminate him, that much was certain.
“Everyone, retreat back to the valley!”
Lin Mo and the mercenary leader, Abik, shouted almost in unison; this battle was unwinnable.
The mercenary leader Abik realized they were in trouble the moment he saw the beam. He didn’t know what kind of weapon it was, only that a green light was coming toward them. Without hesitation, "Knight" ducked away.
He did not see what happened when the beam hit the ground, but the strange and mysterious weapon implied that the opponents possessed formidable means.
With just those AKs, they clearly weren’t on the same level; they were just waiting to be slaughtered!
Another green beam shot out from the top of the approaching armored vehicle, sweeping rapidly across the battlefield. Almost simultaneously, screams erupted like a tsunami, not just from the mercenaries and the Pashtun young fighters, but also from the armed militants.
Abik’s eyes nearly bulged out as he witnessed a massacre outside the mountain pass; everyone, friend and foe alike, was instantly bisected by the beam.
Upper bodies and lower bodies separated, mortally wounded victims rolled on the ground, creating a living hell. After being cut in half by the laser, those who still had breath left struggled helplessly to take their last gasp, suffering far worse than any punishment.
“Damn it!” Lin Mo gritted his teeth and got up from the ground, not daring to linger. He constantly shifted his position, glancing at the drum-like objects on top of the two armored vehicles, which were methodically tracking him; this wasn’t just radar and infrared locking but likely integrated with optical tracking technology.
Using such extreme high-tech weapons against poor Pashtun civilians, indiscriminately sweeping with such force that even international news had never reported on it, told Lin Mo that he was in serious trouble. He had not expected such forces among those vying for control of Gem Valley, clearly targeting him.
Escape? Where to?
The P-51 Mustang still hid in the valley, and in this desolate wilderness, without food or water, how far could he really get?
Transforming the gold giant dragon into a vehicle seemed like a plan, but the satellites in the sky, the radar on the ground, and the warning aircraft above were no joke. If he attempted a short-distance escape like a thief, carefully dodging, it would take ages to leave the mountains.
As Lin Mo debated about exposing the gold giant dragon to some extent, over a dozen people rushed out from behind the two armored personnel carriers. They were similarly clad in full-body armor, extremely thick and heavy. In pairs, they carried a bulky weapon that resembled a square box.
However, the side facing Lin Mo was filled with a honeycomb-like array of black holes.
What is this? The mercenary leader Abik stood dumbfounded, seeing another group of unidentified individuals in full armor; was the use of cold weapons suddenly in vogue?
