"Rat-tat-tat!" The heavy anti-air machine gun on the helicopter roared to life, spewing bullets at a rate of six thousand rounds per minute toward the mountaintop, plowing through everything like a raging storm. Everywhere it passed was left in ruins; not even an ant could have survived. Everyone huddled in their foxholes, clutching their ears tight, not daring to move.
Under the疯狂扫射 of the three helicopters, no one dared stick their head out. Luo Zheng also stayed motionless in his foxhole, ears pricked, listening. From the paths the gunfire traced, he could tell they'd already been exposed. Bullets were raking the areas where his brothers were hiding. Whether they could survive this was hard to say, and he couldn't help worrying.
