A barrage of intense gunfire.
Not far away, a squad of soldiers mounted machine guns on the military truck, sweeping away several marching crawling monsters, with bullet casings scattered all over the ground.
"These bastards... How many of them have we taken down?"
"Not sure, maybe the fortieth or fiftieth. We need to return to resupply ammunition; we're no match for them barehanded."
The flesh of these monsters seemed like it was covered in a layer of steel, with weaker firearms unable to even break their defenses. Heavy machine guns were the best choice.
The military truck slowly approached Su Changxing, and the soldiers on the truck saw him and shouted, "There are quite a few monsters ahead, you'd better not go there."
"Ha, leave the ones ahead to me."
Su Changxing maintained a smile, waving the hand that held the pistol, wearing white gloves.
Seeing the pistol in Su Changxing's hand, the soldiers became more solemn; a bullet could leave a hole in any of their heads.
