The perspective suddenly shifts, and the smell of smoke mixed with blood rushes in.
Fang Hui realizes he can control his body now and turns to look around:
"One, two, three… seven."
Counting himself, there are a total of eight people. It seems they're separated again.
Everyone is holding a large knife, Fang Hui has taken count, but before he can deploy tactics, a roar is heard:
"The little devils are charging, kill!!!!"
The shout had barely left his mouth when the surrounding soldiers leapt out from their positions.
They charge towards two enemy squads, just twenty or thirty meters away. Leading the charge is the tall man standing just next to Fang Hui and the others, over 1.9 meters tall.
The towering figure leaps forward, bringing an intimidating presence that even surprises Fang Hui and the others.
As the tall, robust man leaps out of position, with rapid strides, he quickly reaches a grim-looking enemy barely 1.6 meters tall, brandishing a bayonet.
