Indeed, the overt war had already begun, but the real opponents had yet to reveal themselves.
The sound of gunfire was still ceaselessly erupting, as Mu Qian, from his vantage point, smiled down and said, "Ding Chen Mo, after all these years, your tactics haven't changed in the slightest. When will you finally put away these useless guns?"
Mu Qian's voice, though not loud, echoed throughout the entire foothills.
Ding Chen Mo, unwilling to show weakness, retorted, "No matter how many years pass, as long as they are useful, that's what matters, isn't it?"
Amidst this barrage of bullets, he was curious to see whether his body could withstand them.
The pilot, observing the situation, couldn't help but ask, "Sir, shall we still land here?"
Mu Qian did not answer; instead, he continued to address Ding Chen Mo, "Really? If bullets are so useful, when have they ever brought you success?"
The sound of the two men's dialogue managed to suppress the deafening gunfire.
