More than twenty people were like more than twenty grenade launchers, continuously throwing button bombs toward the enemy group, each one roaring with rage as if venting anger that had been pent up for a long time. They charged and fought fiercely, without the slightest regard for bullets the enemy might fire, using a strategy of risking their lives. There was only one thought in everyone's mind: the time for revenge had come. Blowing up one enemy was worth it; blowing up two was a profit.
The suddenly emerging bombs blocked the enemy's fierce charge. The ground was littered with corpses, and severed limbs flew around. The screams were incessant. Luo Zheng's icy gaze fixed on the front, keenly identifying a battle opportunity, and he roared, "Snipers, take out the enemy's heavy firepower. The rest of you, follow me and charge, kill—!"
