Bai Guo took orders, but before he could leave, crisp gunshots rang out from the right front. A bullet whizzed past, slicing over the treetops, knocking down some leaves, and everyone unconsciously lowered their voices.
"Roughly thirty meters away," one of the soldiers reported with confidence, "Very close."
Blue Trojan directly endowed survivors with language specialization abilities, so there was no problem with communication between the two sides.
"Bai Guo, go take a look, everyone else stay put," Tang Zheng teleported in and waved his hand, "Assume your positions, Sha Ou, Old Soldier, you're in charge of the rear guard."
"It's that middle-aged man's German team," Bai Guo moved quickly, returning in thirty seconds, "They've sent out scouts in four directions; they've probably discovered us already."
