Jiang Yan Hai's hands were exceptionally steady. The stream of bullets from the machine gun he controlled stretched out like a long whip, tearing the charging Red Mad Wolves directly into piles of mangled flesh.
At last, the Red Mad Wolves in the rear let out a long howl, then retreated with terror on their faces.
Hearing Zhuang Yu's report, Jiang Yan Hai thoughtfully stopped firing. Earlier, these Red Mad Wolves had seemed to lack the traits of living creatures and appeared fearless of death. But now it seemed... it wasn't that they weren't afraid to die. They simply hadn't been beaten badly enough!
Jiang Yan Hai glanced around. Even the barrels of the heavy machine guns beside him had turned red-hot. It was easy to imagine just how many rounds they had fired.
A thick layer of 12.7mm shell casings had already piled up at Jiang Yan Hai's feet. To be honest, even among the special forces present, including Tong Li and Song Kai Fei, who specialized in heavy machine-gun fire support, they rarely fired like this.
Dai Yuan had looked terrified just now, but Jiang Yan Hai and the others felt no ripples in their hearts. If anything, they almost wanted to laugh.
This wasn't World War I or World War II anymore. Mass charges were useless. With that kind of charge, no exaggeration, however many came would die. Of course, if you could send over a hundred million, then pretend I never said that.
In fact, even if there were a hundred million of them, if they dared charge like that, as long as they were given enough time to prepare, they could teach them a lesson in minutes.
"Report! New supplies have arrived. We've been notified that full power can be restored in another twelve hours