The Changfeng Squad was elite, but there were too few of them.
The opposing side relied on fortifications, with hundreds of soldiers firing rifles simultaneously, alongside the rapid sweeping fire of heavy machine guns.
The Changfeng Squad had no way to break through the encirclement.
Mad Blade got a little anxious and felt immense pain in his shoulder as a bullet hit him.
He grunted, clutching his shoulder as blood gushed through his fingers.
Three Swords and Fan Yi were both shocked.
Fan Yi hurried over to support Mad Blade, "How are you?"
Despite the bullet lodging deep in Mad Blade's shoulder, he roared in pain and fury.
"Kill every single one of these bastards!"
He snatched the heavy machine gun from Long Xia's hands and opened fire.
In the chaotic sea of bullets, the enemy soldiers fell like harvested wheat.
Relying on the advantage of numbers, Hart Shaman finally steadied the situation.
