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"Fuck!" Dugan, with his signature mustache and the ever-present cynical smile on his face, was now ashen-faced.

With a "crack," he crumpled the empty can in his hand into a pretzel, muttering under his breath, "Are these Hydra bastards crazy? They've brought the entire mobile force from the mountain area? Just for a dozen or so of us? You're kidding me, when did we become so valuable?"

"Ha, it's not us."

A lazy, slightly mocking voice came from the shadowy corner.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the man exuding a beastly aura—Logan—had stood up at some point. He stubbed out his half-smoked cigar on the rough wall and carefully put it back in his jacket pocket, as if it were some precious treasure.

Then, he strolled to the window, lifted a corner of the tattered curtain with his fingertips, and squinted his sharp eyes to glance outside.

"They came for those two treasures."

Logan gestured with his chin toward Steve in the center of the room and toward Chu Hang, who looked "sickly" in the corner.

“A living Captain America, a national icon, the only finished product of the Super Soldier program.” A cruel smile spread across his face. “And another, a monster who can conjure energy beams out of thin air and blow their entire base to smithereens.”

He glanced at Chu Hang, his eyes filled with a hint of inquiry: "Kid, your head is worth much more than the captain's. Do you think they'll let us go?"

These words are extremely blunt, but they are the bloody reality.

The air in the room froze once again.

What's in their team?

There's Captain America, a walking legend.

There's also Chu Hang... a mysterious figure who, in everyone's eyes, is so weak that he seems like he could kick the bucket at any moment.

If Hydra weren't completely out of their minds, they would absolutely stop at nothing to keep them in this snowy landscape forever.

"Falsworth, take inventory of all our remaining ammunition and explosives, down to the last bullet."

"Dughan, bring me the map, now!"

Steve's voice rang out for the third time.

They remained as calm and composed as ever. It was as if they, not the unfortunate bunch down the mountain, were the ones surrounded by several battalions of Hydra elites.

He completely ignored the atmosphere of despair that could crush a normal person's spirit and began to issue instructions methodically, organizing this almost impossible breakout.

Soon, the inventory results came out, cold and cruel.

“Captain…” Farsworth’s voice was filled with bitterness, “The situation is terrible. Each of us has no more than three magazines of ammunition. We have eight grenades left in total. As for C4, all of us combined… have less than a kilogram left.”

With this little bit of wealth, let alone a head-on confrontation with two battalions of Hydra.

It's estimated that a single probing attack from them would completely wipe out their pitiful firepower.

However, after listening to the report, Steve simply nodded calmly, without even a hint of disappointment on his face. He took the messy military map from Dugan and spread it out on the only relatively intact wooden table in the room.

It was a simple contour map, with their reconnaissance information marked on it in red and blue pencils.

Steve's fingers, like a calm falcon, glided slowly across the map, scrutinizing every ridge and every ravine.

Finally, his fingertip landed heavily on a spot in the northwest corner of the map.

There, a sign is painted representing a steep cliff that is extremely dangerous.

“Here,” he pointed to the spot, his voice resolute, “is the only gap in their encirclement.”

“My God, Captain, that’s a cliff!” Dugan immediately leaned over and said, his face clearly saying, “Are you kidding me?” “I scouted it during the day. It’s at least three hundred meters high, and below it is a beach of sharp, jagged rocks! If you fall in, you won’t even find a whole body. We can’t get down there!”

“I know.” Steve’s gaze remained fixed on that spot. “But precisely because we can’t go down there, the defenses here must be the weakest link in their entire encirclement!”

“We have no choice.” He suddenly raised his head and looked around at all the team members in the room.

In those deep blue eyes, it seemed as if two inextinguishable flames were burning fiercely.

"We only have two paths before us. Either we, like a flock of lambs to the slaughter, cower here and wait to be crushed into mincemeat by Hydra's tanks, or we, like true soldiers, take the initiative and charge out, carving a bloody path to the place they least expect!"

"I choose the latter."

"what about you?"

After a brief silence...

"Fuck him!" Logan was the first to grin, a smile full of wild and bloodthirsty pleasure.

He swiftly pulled a sharp hunting knife from his military boot, deftly twirling it between his fingers. "I've been itching for a while now, perfect for sharpening my claws on those bastards' bones!"

"I'll listen to you, Captain!"

"Let's fight them! We'll take a few of them down with us even if we die!"

The members of the Howling Commandos were completely ignited by Steve and Logan's relentless, suicidal energy. A fighting spirit rekindled in their eyes.

They were all veterans who had crawled out of piles of corpses; they were afraid of dying, but even more afraid of dying a pathetic death.

Since we're going to die anyway, we might as well go all out and make a big splash!

“Very good.” Steve nodded in satisfaction.

Then, he turned around and walked up to Chu Hang, who hadn't said a word the whole time, just leaning against the wall and breathing heavily.

“Chu,” he walked up to Chu Hang, slowly squatted down, and spoke in a very low and gentle voice, as if afraid of disturbing this weak “fragile” person, “I know you are very weak right now, and your energy has been overused. You don’t need to participate in the upcoming breakout battle. I just need you to… do us one last favor.”

Chu Hang slowly opened his eyelids and looked into Steve's eyes, which were full of trust and expectation.

Chu Hang felt inexplicably uneasy.

This old popsicle guy is too good at this! His eyes, his tone, are making me a little embarrassed to continue acting.

However, the first rule for time travelers: their character cannot be ruined.

If you're going to act, you have to go all the way!

"Listen to it for me."

"I need you to be the eyes and ears of our team. I can see that you, like me, possess extraordinary abilities, with perception far more acute than that of ordinary people."

Looking at Steve's sincere face, Chu Hang nodded weakly and said in a hoarse voice, "I... will try my best."

After saying that, he slowly closed his eyes and leaned his head weakly against the wall.

This time, he wasn't pretending.

He truly poured all his remaining spiritual energy into his ears.

He glanced at the sky outside the window, which had become completely dark, and his voice was as cold as a piece of ancient iron.

"The operation will take place after dark."

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Chapter 48 The counterattack begins

The wind howled through the forest, and heavy snow blocked the mountain pass.

The only light in the cabin came from the fireplace, casting flickering shadows on the team members' faces. The cabin was quiet, but the atmosphere was different from half an hour ago.

Nobody wants to wait to die.

Everyone's eyes looked like those of a wild beast ready to fight to the death.

"Falsworth".

Steve Rogers' voice broke the silence.

“Yes, Captain!” Explosives expert James stood ramrod straight.

Chu Hang squinted in the corner, thinking to himself, "This guy gets all excited as soon as he hears about playing with explosives."

“Give me all the C4,” Steve commanded. “Integrate it into a high-explosive package, using a Hydra communicator as the fuse. Can you do it?”

“No problem, Captain!” Falsworth’s eyes lit up. “Give me ten minutes! Do you want a directional blast or a sweeping shockwave?”

"As long as it's powerful enough." Steve didn't have time to listen to his explanation of explosive aesthetics.

Chu Hang almost burst out laughing. "Directional blasting? Why not install a guided missile?"

Steve turned to the other two.

“Dugan, Logan, come with me.”

"Alright!" Old soldier Pidugan rubbed his hands together and pressed his top hat down.

Logan didn't speak, but let out a low growl like a wild beast before it pounces. He drew his hunting knife from his boot and gently wiped the blade with his thumb.

He smelled blood.

"Everyone else, stay put." Steve looked around. "Get your gear ready, eat your food, and conserve your energy. The explosion is the signal. We only have one chance."

Finally, his gaze fell on Chu Hang, who was "weak" in the corner.

“Chu, stay here, don’t go anywhere.” Steve’s tone was very serious. “You are our last resort.”

Chu Hang opened his eyes with difficulty and nodded weakly at him, looking as if he might die at any moment.

Steve trusted him even more.

Ha, so easy to fool. Chu Hang thought to himself.

Steve gave him one last look, then turned, grabbed the Star Shield, and pushed open the door to walk into the snowstorm.

Logan and Dugan followed behind.

The three figures quickly disappeared into the darkness.

The only sounds in the room were the crackling of burning firewood and heavy breathing.

Chu Hang closed his eyes.

He did not rest.

The moment the door closed, his hearing instantly spread out, enveloping the snow-capped mountains within a five-kilometer radius.

Wind speed is level 7, temperature is minus 28 degrees Celsius.

The heartbeats, footsteps, and breathing of Steve and his two companions formed a real-time three-dimensional map in his mind.

The situation outside is worse than I've heard.

The wind, carrying ice shards, stung my face; the snow was above my knees, making every step a struggle.

But that meant nothing to Steve and Logan.