The gravel and rubble under the military boots emitted a piercing friction sound.
Song Heping darted through the burning ruins like a leopard, each pause expertly utilizing broken walls, overturned truck wrecks, or massive concrete blocks as cover.
The HK416 assault rifle in his hands kept spitting out short, lethal bursts, the 7.62mm NATO rounds howling towards any enemy daring to show their heads and obstruct him.
A GNA soldier who half-exposed himself from a burning window on the right, trying to fire, had his helmet and half of his head instantly blown off, his body collapsing limp on the windowsill.
"Two o'clock! Pickup! RPG!"
Disaster Star's roar exploded from the left-rear; the continuous tearing fabric-like sound of his PKM light machine gun pinned down an armed pickup truck trying to charge through the corner ahead.
