As soon as Lu led the 1,000 soldiers of the Ten Thousand Dragons Temple up the slope of the western flank, he fell completely into Hamid's encirclement on the western flank.
As he was leading his men in a desperate charge for fear of missing the opportunity, he was unaware of the many gaps in the rocks around him, which had suddenly turned into flat, black holes.
Immediately afterwards, tongues of machine gun fire erupted!
All of a sudden, the sound of gunfire was loud!
Lu Zhanjun only heard gunfire all around his ears, and before he had time to react, he heard the miserable wails coming from around him, and the sound of soldiers falling to the ground with bullets!
One thousand men, completely targeted by the muzzles of over two hundred light and heavy machine guns and dozens of RPG rockets.
Then came the unstinting saturation blows.
The bullets were firing wildly, putting down rows and rows of soldiers around Lu Zhanjun in a way that was no different from a massacre.
In just a minute or two, more than half of Lu's team had been lost!
His whole face was filled with horror as he shouted, "Damn it! We've been ambushed! Quickly organise a breakout!"
However, how could he know that there was no longer any possibility for them to break out now?
These 1,000 men had simply fallen into a death trap surrounded by more than 30 hidden fortresses.
Whichever way they broke out, they were in fact running into a gun.
They tried to return fire, but under such firepower, they could not even find a place to hide, and it was even more difficult to return fire.
Their opponents, after all, were all hidden in the steel and concrete fortifications, and their weapons were hardly effective in killing them.
On Hamid's side, only a very few of them were hit by the bullets fired into the fortifications.
As the number of soldiers in the Hall of Ten Thousand Dragons dwindled, some of them, knowing that they had no hope of escaping, shouted out loud, "Quickly, protect the warlord!"
Immediately afterwards, many people in all directions shouted the words "Protect the war general" and surrounded Lu's troops.
Soon, Lu Zhanjun was surrounded by dozens of people.
As he saw his brothers falling, he was overcome with grief and anger and shouted with red eyes, "Brothers, I hope you can forgive me for my poor command of this ambush today.
Several soldiers cried out, "General Lu, we are all your soldiers, from the day we followed you, we have never regretted it!"
Lu Zhanjun choked back tears and said, "It's a great honour for me, Lu Zhanjun, to be able to fight alongside you all in three lives!"
After saying that, he gritted his teeth and said, "Now that there is no hope of survival, why are you all still protecting me so much? This way, I won't have to die in such a miserable way!"
As more and more of his comrades were killed on the periphery, only 40 or 50 of them were left in a group of 1,000 people.
By now, the fire from the thirty or so fire points were all aimed at them.
Seeing that the soldiers around him had fallen by more than twenty, Lu pushed aside the soldiers in front of him and raised his assault rifle towards a fire point not far away, firing back hard while shouting: "Bastards! I'll take you all with me!"
With that, he took a step and charged out.
As soon as the other soldiers heard this, their blood instantly ran cold, and they shouted in unison, "Let's fight them!"
Then, they recklessly followed Lu's war army and rushed out.
However, this kind of suicidal charge, apart from making them feel less suffocated, could hardly have any effect on the battlefield.