"Ready, fire in bursts! Flank, provide support!"
Click, click, click.
A series of bolt actions sounded. Zhang Xinyu and four others, through day in and day out of training, were very proficient with their automatic rifles. The stocks were firmly braced against their shoulders, heads tilted to aim, fingers pulling the triggers!
Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat.
The five fired in unison, striving to hit the zombies in the head. Even if they missed slightly, it didn't matter much. The sound of bullets hitting their targets was unending, and rows of zombies quickly fell under the gunfire.
Each had thirty rounds; even with controlled bursts, they would empty their magazines in just over a minute.
Everyone carried four extra magazines loaded to the brim. Changing magazines was also part of their regular training, ensuring that no one would delay due to unfamiliarity.
"Stop, cease firing, we're back!"
