Chapter Seventy-two: Pursuit

  Alba quietly looked at Serge, who was unconscious on the ground. The military doctor was busy and sweating profusely beside him. No matter how hard the doctor tried, the blood flowing from the wound on the back of Serge's neck was black.

  "The officer is a black-headed krait, a species of the spectacled cobra, which belongs to the venomous snakes. This area has such snakes, but they are very cunning and generally do not appear in crowded places." The doctor ran over to explain to Alba.

  Alba coldly interrupted him and said: "I just want to know if Lieutenant Serzh is still alive?"

  The doctor shook his head helplessly and said, "The wound is on the neck. It's rare for a venomous snake to attack this position. The neck is too close to the brain, the venom has already invaded the skull, and we don't have antivenom for this type of snake..."

  Alba grasped the doctor's collar with one hand and said coldly, "Do you know? I only have this one nephew. Do you know my sister only has this one son?"

  The doctor was sweating profusely, his voice trembling, "Sir... I really have no way... Ah, these snakes are usually not aggressive towards humans. Earlier, I detected a strange scent on one of the snake's corpses that was definitely not natural. Someone must have deliberately driven them..."

  Albas undid the doctor's collar and said faintly, "Before I return, you must ensure that he is still alive. Otherwise, you will be buried with my nephew."

  He clearly remembered that one of the girls among Xu Ming's group had something on her wrist, which he initially thought was a rope, but unexpectedly turned out to be a venomous snake.

  As long as we catch that girl, she must have an antidote.

  Taking a glance at the battlefield through binoculars, Alba almost got his lungs blown out. More than two thousand soldiers followed behind the buttocks of a dozen or so people, and the main force couldn't keep up with these special forces members no matter how hard they tried. Firing their guns wasn't within range either, all they could do was watch as the distance grew further and further away.

  "Alba let out a loud roar, 'Communications officer, get me Madden.'"

  The signalman quickly ran to Alba's side, opened the infantry radio and handed it over after connecting. Alba took the microphone and shouted, "Ma De, you stupid pig head, tell your men to drag the mortar to chase the special forces. Hurry up and fire at me, can't hit? I know you can't hit, but even if you can't hit, you can make them stop."

  The unique whistling sound of the shell came, and Xu Ming's party quickly lay down. The shell exploded about 40 meters in front of them.

  Xu Ming yelled: "Everyone scatter and move forward in different directions, don't give them a chance to adjust the howitzer."

  Xu Ming's words had just fallen when the second round of artillery fire came over, the place where the shells landed was slightly different from the first round, but not much.

  Anyone with a little common sense knows that the third round of shelling may have arrived, and these two rounds are test shots.

  "Ma De, pay attention, that tall and slender woman, don't blow her up to death, yeah, the one who looks the prettiest, I want her alive...... What? They're running too scattered, no time to adjust the firing angle, damn it, stop bullshitting me, your cannonballs are scattering all over the place, not letting you hit the target, just hit in front of them so they can't run away, yeah, hold them back..."

  Alba held a telescope in one hand and a walkie-talkie in the other, shouting desperately. If it were a frontal battle, an army of 2,000 fully armed men could wipe out ten people with ease. But this wasn't a frontal battle; once the enemy broke through into the mountains, his 2,000 men would be useless.

  He was like Xu Ming, racing against time to close the distance. As long as the vanguard troops could hold onto Xu Ming and his men, this battle would be won.

  "Lin Da, why are your men running so slowly? Are they starving or something? I remember you guys eating the most. And what's with the scouting team? Don't embarrass me, when can you catch up? Alright, let Ma De continue firing. You remember that tall girl, I want her alive... What's with all this nonsense, hurry up and catch up..."

  The whistling sound of the shells came again, the shells were scattered and inaccurate, even if they didn't lie down, it's estimated that they wouldn't be hit. But before they could get up, the second round of shelling arrived. The enemy was determined to hold them down, and it seemed like they were spending a fortune, firing shells as if they were free.

  Now every inch of progress is a torment, while the pursuing troops behind them are constantly closing in.

  "Bao Xiong, are you reliable or not? The enemy is about to catch up, how come I haven't heard the explosion yet?" Xu Ming yelled loudly while lying on the ground during the brief interval between the enemy's bombardment.

  "Boss, you'll hear it soon," Bao Xiong yelled into his earpiece after turning around to take a look.

  As soon as the bear's voice fell, a sudden explosion sounded in the midst of the enemy crowd that had been chased to the front, and almost everything within a radius of ten meters was blown into a vacuum, with countless limbs and broken arms scattered everywhere.

  Lin's eyes were wide with rage, nearly fifty of his elite troops had been killed in the blink of an eye. He yelled into the walkie-talkie: "Ma De, you bastard, what kind of artillery are you using? Damn it, why are you attacking my men?"

  With the loud explosion, the pursuing soldiers were stunned and instinctively fell to the ground. They all thought that their own mortar had lost its accuracy, and they prioritized saving their lives first.

  Ma De was also stunned, and trembled as he said: "No...no way? This is impossible, how can it be so different..."

  Alba frowned, took a glance at the battlefield with binoculars, and roared: "Continue to pursue, it's not our own shell, it should be their buried high-explosive bomb, the mortar shells don't have such great power. The number of this kind of high-explosive bomb won't be many, and the setting is complicated, they should only bury one."

  Because of the explosion, Ma De temporarily stopped firing, and Xu Ming and others ran quickly again. Alba scolded: "Ma De, what's wrong with you? Hurry up and fire."

  Ma De came back to his senses and ordered the recoilless gunners to prepare for the next round of firing. Just then, another loud explosion startled Ma De.

  On the battlefield this morning, I couldn't help but be shocked by what I saw. Almost thirty people were killed, and after being bombed, not even a complete corpse was left.

  "Lin Da, you saw it clearly this time, I haven't fired yet, it wasn't me who did it." Ma De took advantage of the opportunity to clear his name.

  His words had barely fallen when Alba's flustered voice came over.

  "Ma De, if you don't fire now, I'll kill you right away."

  It's no wonder that Alba is furious, these more than 2,000 people are all veterans who have gone through countless battles with him, especially the reconnaissance company of Linda, which is the elite among the elites.

  Originally, the reconnaissance company had only a little over 200 people. Now, even before the battle has begun, more than one-third of them have been killed. How can this not enrage Alba?