"Bang bang bang!" Ghost Hand and Madela suddenly opened fire, delivering a flurry of rapid shots that took out several enemies charging at the front. But the enemy quickly noticed and directed a portion of firepower to suppress the two beneath the boulder. Bullets hit the rock, sparks flying everywhere, stray bullets whipping past, a truly terrifying sight.
With some of the enemy firepower diverted to Ghost Hand and Madela on both sides, Luo Zheng's pressure eased, and a quick peek showed the enemies in front were nearly at the two-hundred-meter line. Furious, he grabbed his rifle and retaliated fiercely. The enemy, not to be outdone, unleashed a barrage towards Luo Zheng's position, making it difficult for him to peek out and observe.
"Lan Xing, provide enemy coordinates now." Luo Zheng gritted his teeth, clenching his gun tightly, roaring with fury. He leaned against the boulder, surrounded by a hail of enemy bullets, the situation extremely critical.
