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**125章：「权力的游戏，权力之战—暗夜的追踪」(The Game of Power, Battle for Power—Midnight Pursuit)**

The darkness was palpable, like a living entity that surrounded them. Zhao Tianxiong's eyes were fixed on the path ahead, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the tension building, like a coiled spring ready to snap.

"Captain, what's our plan?" he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of crickets.

Captain Zhang's voice was low and steady. "We're looking for a sheltered spot to set up an ambush. We don't know what's waiting for us in the next valley, but we need to be ready."

Zhao Tianxiong nodded, his mind racing with scenarios. They had been tracking the enemy for hours, but they had yet to catch a glimpse of them. He glanced around the team, his eyes locking onto Wu Ling's, who gave him a reassuring nod.

Suddenly, a faint light flickered in the distance. Zhao Tianxiong's grip on his rifle tightened. "What's that?" he breathed.

Captain Zhang's eyes narrowed. "Looks like a signal fire. Our quarry is near."

The team crept forward, their senses on high alert. As they approached the fire, the light grew brighter, illuminating the dark forest. Zhao Tianxiong's heart skipped a beat as he saw the enemy, a group of heavily armed men, huddled around the fire.

"Take cover!" Captain Zhang yelled, as the team scattered to take up positions.

Zhao Tianxiong dove behind a nearby rock, his rifle at the ready. The enemy was already on the move, fanning out in a wide arc. He could hear their leader's voice, bellowing orders, as they advanced on the team's position.

The night erupted into chaos. Gunfire crackled through the air, echoing off the trees. Zhao Tianxiong's senses were overwhelmed as he fought to keep his head clear, his training kicking in as he returned fire.

Suddenly, a burst of gunfire ripped through the underbrush, sending Zhao Tianxiong's heart racing. He peeked around the rock, his eyes locking onto Wu Ling, who was pinned down behind a nearby tree.

"Wu Ling, get out of there! Now!" he yelled, as he took aim.

But before he could fire, a figure emerged from the darkness, a rifle trained on Wu Ling. Zhao Tianxiong's blood ran cold as he saw the enemy's leader, a cold, calculating glint in his eye...

To be continued...