When attacking trenches, people try to lower their voices and minimize noise as much as possible for a surprise attack, while covering up their numbers and whereabouts.
But this group of lunatics is different.
"Rua!"
My good brother shouted, grabbed his rifle, and jumped into the trench, charging towards the enemy's face, with a large group of infiltrators following in behind him.
From the aerial view of both sides' drones, it looked like a horde of black Guangdong cockroaches suddenly springing from the dark corners flying towards your face—it was horrifying.
No turning
No avoiding the line of fire
No shooting forward
None of that!
These past two days, the infiltrators had been bombed so heavily due to the lack of heavy fire support that they dared not step out of the forest. Now every single one of them was brimming with anger, finally finding an opportunity to vent.
