Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 245 - 248: How Long Can You Keep It Up, Brother?

Chapter 245: Chapter 248: How Long Can You Keep It Up, Brother?

Chapter 248: How Long Can Brothers Hold On?

The dense aura of death surrounded the entire jungle, with waves of unknown dangers surging like tides, one after another.

The call of the Death God was faintly diffusing throughout the field...

The thirteen brothers who had come with Lin Zifeng, as close as limbs to a body, were gradually falling, one by one, into pools of blood. No matter how Lin Zifeng roared, it was to no avail.

Any splendid life, by now, was no different from mere grass...

Lin Zifeng roared, his eyes bloodshot as he charged towards the enemy.

With his ammunition depleted, even if X fought against the enemy, he was like a War God!

Lin Zifeng, covered in blood and wearing an ancient bronze mask, was like a killing god emerging from Hell, wielding a Nepalese War Saber and reaping lives along his path.

His battle clothes, already soaked red with fresh blood, Lin Zifeng was in a complete state of frenzy, relying solely on his personal strength to face the enemy leaders head-on.

His eyes shone with unwavering light.

With his own strength, he confronted the siege of dozens.

In the face of a barrage of bullets and a sky alight with gunfire, Lin Zifeng was unafraid.

"Kill!"

Even though the brothers left by his side were already seriously wounded, at this moment, they were infected by Lin Zifeng’s terrifying killing intent.

Three fell, but the remaining ten, like lions that didn’t care for their lives, rushed out from the jungle, carrying their War Blades.

"Pop!"

A sniper shot rang out, and in an instant, one of the ten brothers fell, never to breathe again, lying quietly in a pool of blood with his eyes wide open, clearly dying with lingering resentment.

"Arrgh!"

The remaining nine went into a complete frenzy.

"Kill these maniacs for me!"

At a hundred meters from the jungle trenches, a middle-aged man dressed as a soldier commanded the battle from within the jungle. Instantly, rows of snipers were fully prepared and ready to act at any moment. Their only target was to eliminate the group of maniacs bearing down on them.

Just thirteen men had managed to exhaust their contingent of three thousand in the jungle.

The ferocity of their enemies was something these regular soldiers had never seen before. From the moment the war broke out, their enemy had miscalculated.

They hadn’t expected the battle to last three days and nights before they finally managed to surround them, having run out of ammunition and provisions.

With such a disparity between the forces, how could just nine men possibly break through the encirclement of a thousand regular soldiers? It was simply a horrifying nightmare.

Watching one after another of their own regular soldiers being slaughtered by the enemy leader, these soldiers completely lost their footing. Nine against a thousand, yet they were not at a disadvantage at all—what kind of concept was that?

It was unthinkable for the enemy commander, utterly insane.

"Pop!"

Another sniper shot sounded.

Lin Zifeng was fiercely knocked to the ground by a brother next to him, but when he turned his head, he saw that the young brother, who was like a limb to him, was already breathless.

On the young and tender face was a faint smile!

Blood gushed from his head.

The entire head was completely deformed under the impact of the sniper’s destruction.

"Arrgh!"

Lin Zifeng went mad, completely losing himself in frenzy.

Who could comprehend the pain of watching familiar young faces fade away one by one?

"K-9, run! Get out of here! We’ll cover you!" the brothers around him desperately roared for Lin Zifeng to leave.

And the remaining eight used their bodies to build a human wall for Lin Zifeng, hoping to protect his life at the cost of their own. But tragically, as the sniper shots rang out again and again, familiar faces fell one by one beside Lin Zifeng.

At this moment, Lin Zifeng felt the entire sky turn dark. His brothers-in-arms of many years were gradually leaving him behind due to a single mistake on a mission.

"K-9, move out!"

Even with multiple arrows in their bodies, the Thirteen Eagles still formed a human wall with their flesh to shield Lin Zifeng, not retreating in the face of the fierce gunfire behind them.

Eight men stood shoulder to shoulder, forming a human wall in the hope of giving Lin Zifeng a chance to survive.

At this moment, Lin Zifeng shed tears.

The tears involuntarily spilled from beneath his eyelids.

The unwavering spirit in the eyes of the eight men, along with their readiness to face death valiantly, even moved the opposing regular army.

What is brotherhood?

What does it mean to be as close as hands and feet?

Who could possibly form such a silent guard, a loyal human wall with their bodies? And who would dare to?

Lin Zifeng’s icy gaze shimmered with intense intent to kill as he stared fixedly at the eight brothers who followed him through life and death.

"Do you regret it?"

Lin Zifeng’s hoarse voice mixed with a soldier’s resolute determination.

The eight men’s stern faces showed no fear of death, and with boundless pride, they shouted back at K-9, "Regret! We regret not killing more enemies!"

Lin Zifeng smiled.

The eight remaining brothers also smiled.

Explosions raged around them, and the whizz of deadly arrows overhead did nothing to make anyone flinch.

It was as if they had long anticipated that they would meet this fate someday.

To confront death with a light-hearted joke, these men were truly terrifying.

"Question: How long can brothers last?"

"As long as the heartbeat lasts!"

...

Lin Zifeng leaned back in the leather chair, tears uncontrollably streaming from the corners of his eyes, a cigarette dangling from his lips, yet his face wore a brilliantly sunny smile.

Alone, he quietly reminisced about memories he was very reluctant to touch, and the intense sadness that he emitted made him first sneer bitterly, then chuckle at himself mockingly.

What kind of man is he, if he can’t even protect his own brothers!

A man’s life is only for four things.

The land beneath his feet. His dear parents. The woman in his arms. The brothers by his side.

But what about him?

How many of these four things did he have?

Hah, such is life...

While Lin Zifeng was alone in his office indulging in his sorrow,

Zheng Xiaofang didn’t know when she had walked over. When she saw Lin Zifeng facing the window, smoking a nearly burnt-out cigarette, she felt something was strange. Looking at his lonely, sorrowful silhouette, she couldn’t quite put her finger on the indescribable feeling that troubled her mind the most.

Maybe she was overthinking it; he wasn’t as mature as she had imagined.

With a head full of questions, she approached him, only to see the tearful sparkle in Lin Zifeng’s eyes and a look of self-mockery on his face; Zheng Xiaofang was startled.

"What’s wrong?"

Zheng Xiaofang asked softly.

The sudden voice jolted Lin Zifeng, who was immersed in his memories.

Reacting instinctively, Lin Zifeng suddenly stood up from the chair, his fierce and blood-red eyes sweeping over Zheng Xiaofang’s figure.