Before coming here, Luo Zheng had heard that these tribal militants fought like madmen. Even after seeing it with his own eyes, he still felt he underestimated their level of insanity. They charged straight forward without concealment or evasion, as if there were no bullets or danger ahead. This reckless running in a straight line was extremely dangerous but allowed them to close the distance quickly and pose a threat to the adversary.
This life-risking tactic made Luo Zheng furrow his brow slightly, his expression growing colder. He quickly locked onto a guy holding a light machine gun and shot him away. He glanced at the magazine with bullets already pressed and quickly said to Madela, "You go to the left, Ghost Hand to the right, pincer formation, crossfire, hold them off for me."
