"Da da da!" Luo Zheng fiercely opened fire on the enemies rushing to the four-hundred-meter line, bullets being shot one after another, connecting front and back like a machine gun in automatic fire mode. The firepower was fierce, yet each shot accurately found its target, ruthlessly tearing them down to the ground, raising fountains of blood and flesh.
Ghost Hand and Snow Leopard were also desperately fighting back, bodies hidden in the foxholes with solid ice blocks in front, not too worried about being shot unless there was a sniper. As soon as the battle started, it entered a white-hot state, where it's either kill or be killed; there was no time to think about much else.
