Camel and Eddie, the best precision shooters in the history of Arctic Fox, though they had completely suppressed the gunmen in front, still appeared a bit flustered faced with ammunition that could blast through walls.
The stone shelter was extremely unfriendly to soldiers, because even if not directly hit, the splintering shards could be as sharp as blades.
Mountain Eagle on the roof was hit on the cheek by the debris of tiles, Camel and Eddie's situation was even worse...
They had already changed several positions, yet still got injured...
A nail-sized piece of stone tore through Camel's outer garment, opening a big wound on his shoulder.
Camel let out a painful groan, lay sideways against the wall, scooped up a handful of dirt and smeared it on the wound, then quickly crawled a dozen meters on the ground using his elbows...
