Fecho do Amor

The high-mobility military ambulance raced along the rugged mountain road. Suddenly, a massive boulder crashed down ahead, prompting Han Lei to instinctively jerk the steering wheel. The ambulance plunged off the cliff—

After a dizzying whirl and violent jolts, with a heavy thud, the vehicle finally landed in a clearing amidst the mountain forest.

Han Lei felt her head spinning. She reached out to straighten her helmet, took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm her churning stomach.

“Just my luck!”

Muttering, Han Lei opened the door and leaned against the hood, staring bewildered at her surroundings. She took out her phone, intending to call for help from nearby comrades on duty.

Suddenly, the dense woods ahead erupted with sounds of combat, growing closer with each moment.

“Has the mission been compromised?” Han Lei muttered as she crouched to hide, her right hand instinctively reaching for the pistol at her waist.

Moments later, three men burst from the forest. Clad in ancient armor and caked with dust, they fought as they retreated, their swords swung wildly and without order.

Behind them, dozens of men dressed in foreign attire, rugged in appearance, emerged from the trees, brandishing gleaming curved blades.

Swords and scimitars clashed, ringing out with metallic echoes.

“Your Highness, watch out!” came a cry.

Arrows flew, and the three armored men fought desperately to fend them off, but there were too many; two were struck, their already wounded bodies now drenched in blood.

“Your Highness?”<