"Broken gun, I've treated you so well all this time, and now you decide to go on strike at this critical moment!"
After a rest, Hu Daoke finally regained his strength and started cursing. He raised the Origin Submachine Gun in his hand, ready to smash it down, but then, reluctant to part with it, he gently set it down again.
No matter how poor the Yuanzi weapons were, their advantages were still obvious. Without this batch of weapons, the Advance Team would have run out of ammunition two years ago, and their current weapons would have become nothing more than fire sticks.
Although they managed to fend off this wave of attack, it was clearly impossible to continue staying on site. Burned corpses and bloody flesh were everywhere around, and Liseya had turned this place into a living Hell. The stench of blood lingered in the air, and even clung to their clothes for a long time.
