They trusted Azure Bird. They believed that if she said something, it meant that she could definitely do it. This was the trust they shared as comrades. On the battlefield, trust would become tacit. Perfect cooperation would win.
"Go on! Scare them until they don't have the strength to hold a gun!"
The dark muzzle of the gun radiated coldly from behind the uneven rock. It kept firing so hard that the muzzle spat flames like tongues of flame.
The man who was firing the most viciously was shouting ferociously. He was a typical brute with curly hair, deep-set eyes, and brownish-black skin. He changed magazines so quickly, looking like a mad bison as he yelled arrogantly.
The bullets flew out of the muzzle and caused a thicker smell of smoke to waft around the forest. Although the high-frequency firing drowned out his voice, his pause in reloading alerted Ye Jian of his actions.
