The soldier beside him cursed "Fack," then hurriedly grasped his body, holding onto the tightly clutched machine gun grip.
The muzzle of the machine gun had already flown upwards, and he pried the soldier's hand off the grip, then kicked him away from the breach.
Immediately after, he flipped over, grabbed the grip again, and began spraying bullets at the enemy constantly closing in below.
There was not a trace of fear on his face, only anger!
Thick, overwhelming anger!
He transformed all his fear and emotions into nourishment for the anger, making the anger grow intensely!
Another soldier came over to join the bullet chain, keeping an eye on him at the same time.
If he got shot too, the soldier holding the ammunition belt would take his place and continue firing.
