The just-awakened Zhuang Feng swung the PKM-T80 machine gun hard to the front, flipped open the bipod, aimed the barrel at the barren hill on the right, and yanked the trigger like crazy.
"Da-da-da…"
With a rate of fire as high as 800 rounds per minute, the bullets turned into a death ray, sweeping across in an instant.
"Move! Mr. Gong, get ready to leapfrog forward!"
Seeing the enemy suppressed, Gu Ji immediately seized the opportunity, sprang out from behind the thicket, rifle in hand, and pressed upward.
Noticing the formation shifting, Zhou Yang glanced at a small rise to the left front and quickly slung his weapon.
"Gu Ji, it's Zhou Yang, Zhao Hua and I are moving to the high ground!"
"Copy! Gao Bo! Get up there!"
"Woof! Woof!"
Gu Ji shouted, and before Gao Bo could react, that bastard Poison Fang, like he'd been shot full of stimulants, bolted up toward the top of the barren hill and leapt hard at one of the extremists!
