Bo'er carried his rifle to the shooting port, outside countless black shadows squirmed in the dark, rushing towards the defense line.
Even though he had prepared himself mentally, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat upon seeing this scene!
The world in his eyes seemed to be spinning, and those hunched soldiers charging forward looked like demons hidden in the darkness.
He became extremely nervous, pushed the muzzle of his weapon out of the shooting port, and then directly pulled the trigger.
After pulling it several times without any effect, he realized the safety was not off.
When he finally turned off the safety, his fingers were so tense they were twitching, and a whole magazine of twenty-five bullets was emptied in an instant.
"Fack, remember the training?"
"Calm down, aim, then pull the trigger once, don't blow it all in one go!"
