She Came to Heal, Stayed to Conquer

Bujia’s loud shout immediately scared the nearby Turkic soldiers, causing them to shove each other in a frantic scramble forward to escape. They were terrified that if they were too slow, they would be the next to fall to the ground.

Zhao Zun, while adjusting Ma Cheng’s armor, was submerged in a deep abyss of pain and self-reproach, his cold face now etched with fatigue and sorrow.

However, when the familiar roar pierced the cacophony of the battlefield, like a beam of light illuminating his world, the distress and sadness on his face were instantly replaced by surprise and joy.

This roar was even more exaggerated than the sound of an ambulance but remarkably similar. Combined with the wounds caused by bullets on Alpi just now, his first reaction was that Han Lei had arrived.

He abruptly stood up, his gaze piercing through the chaotic crowd, looking expectantly towards the direction from which the ”monster” emerged.

”It’s the girl! She must be here!”

Zhao Zun cheered inwardly, as if he had seen the dawn of hope.

”Prince, Prince!”

”Zhao Zun.”

”Zhao Zun.”

The shouts of Ping Chuan and Hua Tianyou intertwined with Han Lei’s, forming a rousing battle song that reverberated in the ears of the brothers of the Vanguard Camp. Their voices resounded across the battlefield, instantly reviving every brother of the Vanguard Camp.

Finally, through a gap in the crowd, Han Lei’s sharp eyes caught sight of that familiar silver armor.

Zhao Zun’s figure appeared faintly amid the chaos, yet that silver gleam under the fire’s illumination was exceptionally conspicuous, guiding Han Lei like a lighthouse.

”Zhao Zun is over there! I see him!”

Han Lei shouted excitedly, her voice brimming with joy and exhilaration, as if all the hardships and exhaustion along the way had been rewarded.

Just now on the mountain, due to Hua Tianyou’s errant kick, her sniper shot missed. At that moment, her heart sank to the bottom of a valley, worried she had accidentally shot Zhao Zun.

After furiously cursing Hua Tianyou, she hurriedly grabbed binoculars to check the situation.

Through the binoculars, Zhao Zun was unharmed, crouching and looking around, while a Turkic leader with two braided hair lay on the ground.

At that moment, she realized that Hua Tianyou’s damned kick turned out to be a ”golden foot,” and that errant bullet had actually hit the Turkic commander Alpi.

Han Lei was ecstatic but grew increasingly anxious seeing the Turkic soldiers relentlessly converging toward the center of battle. Even if the Turkic commander was dead, Zhao Zun and the others couldn’t retreat unscathed.

Suddenly, a blazing fire erupted in the distance of the Turkic camp, flames soaring skywards. Although she didn’t know exactly what transpired, a flash of inspiration struck her mind.

Fire!

Use a fire attack.

Han Lei made a swift decision to use fire tactics to drive away the Turkic soldiers, buying time for Zhao Zun and the others to retreat.

Ping Chuan and Hua Tianyou were overjoyed to hear that Zhao Zun was still alive, and the three quickly descended the mountain. Han Lei shared her plan, assigning tasks, then rode her motorcycle towards the center of the battle.

The roar of the motorcycle grew closer, and as Han Lei’s silhouette gradually became clearer, an indescribable joy flickered in Zhao Zun’s eyes.

He cupped his hand over his mouth and shouted.

”Girl, I’m here!”

As Zhao Zun’s voice fell, Han Lei was seen making a sudden turn with her motorcycle about a hundred meters away.

Han Lei tightly gripped the handle of the sidecar motorcycle, the roaring engine sounding piercingly loud in the Turkic camp. Her gaze was as sharp as a torch fixed on the path ahead, her lips slightly turned up.

”Ping Chuan, now, open the cap.”

Han Lei shouted loudly to Ping Chuan sitting in the sidecar.

It turned out that Han Lei’s plan involved strapping a fifty-kilogram petrol barrel behind the motorcycle filled with gasoline.

Upon hearing Han Lei’s order, Ping Chuan holstered his pistol, leaned out from the back of the sidecar, holding the petrol barrel with one hand, quickly unscrewing the cap with the other, and gasoline began to flow out of the barrel mouth.

Ping Chuan laughed excitedly, ”Ha ha ha, once this thing is opened, the Turkic people would be terrified out of their wits.”

Han Lei stated that gasoline burns faster and fiercer than tung oil. With this, they could buy Zhao Zun and the others some time to retreat. But before the gasoline finished flowing, it must not touch any sparks.

The three worked cooperatively. Han Lei sped ahead, Ping Chuan poured gasoline behind, and Hua Tianyou shot at approaching Turkic soldiers.

Han Lei had equipped them with fifteen-round magazine Walther pistols, and Hua Tianyou had already switched magazines three times in the course of covering them.

”Quick! Shoot that monster dead!”