<h4>Chapter 1553: Chapter 1554: This Night Is Destined for Madness</h4>
"Are you sure there are hundreds of them?" someone on the other side asked calmly.
The terrorist nced around and then nodded towards the radio, saying, "Absolutely sure, they’re swarming all over the ce. Commander, take care of yourself, I won’t be able to apany you anymore."
It was apparent that this terrorist had a sense of loyalty and camaraderie.
Themander on the other side didn’t respond, perhaps because sending them to scout was part of the n, and being surrounded here was not unexpected.
Meanwhile, dozens of miles away, someone was sitting in a car holding a phone.
"Commander, our men walked right into the ambush, and the enemy has deployed significant forces," the person said calmly.
"Hmph, this bunch of self-righteous fools." Commander Cao snorted down the line, "Proceed ording to the n."
The person responded affirmatively and then ryed orders via the radio.
Over on Rumus’s side, all of them had been exposed, surrounding the dozen or so individuals in the center.
But those dozen individuals had determined expressions, showing no sign of worry despite being encircled.
"Lay down your weapons, and we’ll spare your lives," Rumus shouted from a distance.
"If you have the guts, just kill us," one of the terrorists shouted back, clearly dismissive of Rumus’s words.
Rumus also snorted; he had seen many tough guys throughout his years in the military.
Initially, they all stood tall, braced for death. But when faced with his punishments, they always confessed and gave up their aplices.
He had a hundred ways to torture them and didn’t believe they could withstand it.
"Capture them for me," Rumus ordered loudly.
The surrounding soldiers, upon hearing themand, advanced towards them. With hundreds of them against a dozen, it would be a breeze, not even filling the gaps in their teeth.
Just as they were advancing, sudden, intense gunfire erupted in the distance.
A few soldiers fell to the ground, responding to the shots.
"There’s an ambush around," someone shouted, prompting Rumus’s troops to quickly seek cover.
Rumus’s guard toon also hurriedly escorted him back to the temporarymand post.
"What’s going on?" Rumus shouted within themand post.
At this moment, someone outside ryed a message inside, "Commander, a group is approaching from a distance."
"How many?" Rumus shouted.
He hadn’t revealed his main force earlier, fearing enemy ambushes nearby; now it seemed his judgment was entirely correct.
"Unclear, but based on the density of their gunfire, it doesn’t seem like many," the person replied.
"Fire at will," Rumus shouted.
The terrorists surrounded in the middle saw their backup arriving and quickly took cover, asionally firing shots around them.
Rumus had initially nned to ambush and capture them, but now they were being attacked from both sides.
Although the enemy wasn’t numerous, the situation had turned disadvantageous for him.
"3rd toon, eliminate those dozen in the middle for me. 2nd Company, quickly assess the enemy’s situation outside. Everyone else, hold your positions; don’t move recklessly without clear intel," Rumus, now much clearer-headed than earlier, ordered.
He knew that in moments like these, rity was critically important.
Members of the 3rd toon, upon receiving the order, quickly encircled the group.
With nearly a hundred in a toon, dealing with a dozen wasn’t a problem.
They trapped the dozen in a small area, then fired rockets at the nearby obstacles.
A rocket obliterated arge section of the enclosing wall, sending two individuals flying.
"Fire again," the toon leadermanded after seeing the effective results.
They held the advantage, were well-prepared, and well-equipped; those dozen were no match for them.
The surrounded terrorists, realizing this, began desperately retaliating, hoping to break out.
Staying put meant certain death; trying to break out offered a glimmer of hope.
Several then fired rockets in their direction.
The forward barriers were obliterated, their shards incinerated in fiery sts as five emerged from within the wreckage.
Faced with death, hiding wasn’t an option; it was better to stand and fight.
The five, wielding assault rifles, unleashed a barrage of fire around them.
Even the muchrger 3rd toon ducked behind covers in fear.
"Take them all out," Rumus ordered.
Initially, he wanted captives to trace back to higher targets, but with ambushes present, they were of no further use.
He knew these individuals were mere cannon fodder and likely knew little.
The 2nd toon, receiving orders, emerged, riddling the five with gunfire.
They were no invincible heroes; bullets pierced them, leaving them as nothing more than swiss cheese, their blood pooling beneath them.
At that moment, gunfire intensified from all around, making Rumus uneasy.
Nheless, familiar with the terrain, they remained hidden, unafraid of attacks.
Secure as long as they stood, the enemy couldn’t breach their position.
"Has 1st Company rified the enemy situation?" Rumus impatiently asked.
Though currently safe, his goal was to crush and eliminate them, not remain stalled.
But recklessly charging would risk traps.
The wisdom of knowing oneself and the enemy was true; rity was vital in warfare.
"Commander, none of our scouts have returned; we still know nothing about their numbers," the 1st Company leader reported.
Rumus, fighting to remain calm, knew this meant the enemy was well-prepared.
Considering how to assess the enemy and counterstrike, his phone rang: it was the 3rd Company’s leader.
The 3rd and 4th Companies safeguarded the military base’s security, and his call signaled troubling news.
"What’s happening?" Rumus anxiously inquired.
"Commander, it’s bad, arge force is attacking our base," the 3rd Company’s leader reported, distressed.
"What, say that again?" Rumus doubted his ears; a military base assault was unprecedented.
"They’re everywhere, and their firepower is intense," the 3rd Company leader stressed...