This exhortation that seemed to be a Will made everyone vaguely realize something. They looked in Lin Guodong's direction on their respective battlefields.
Zhao Tianbao wiped the blood off his face and endured the pain brought about by the heavy burden on his leg. He panted heavily and watched the figures of Lin Guodong and the other two leave.
Yin Lin's walking stick had been blown up, but he was still leaning against a rock, supporting his body. He held a machine gun and roared as he fired.
Liu Jiannan no longer knew how many people were left in his team. He did not even know where the corpses of his fallen comrades were. The masks of the remaining few people had completely lost their effect. They simply threw away their masks and fought to the last moment with their naked eyes.