Gunfire rang out nonstop, and the enemy kept closing in. But in truth, every one of them was terrified, especially when every shot meant another enemy fell.
And whenever an enemy fell, a part of his body was bound to be missing. Though there was no camaraderie among these people, some of them were inevitably closer than others.
Yet even those who were close did not dare go save them. They merely charged forward with their heads down, but the result of such a charge...
Bang! Another bullet left the barrel and passed straight through the head of the driver in a pickup truck more than a thousand meters away.
With a boom, the pickup flipped onto the ground, and the next bullet shattered the arm of another enemy on the truck.
The enemy kept trying to charge toward the factory, but their efforts were destined to be futile. Nearly every enemy lost his right leg without warning as he ran.
Carlos also noticed that nearly everyone whose leg had been shattered had lost their right leg, while everyone whose arm had been shattered had lost their left arm...
Carlos did not even know what to say. Was this obsessive-compulsive disorder?
When Carlos started reloading his magazines again, the Rebel Army facing Jiang Yan Hai finally collapsed. Holding out until now had already been a miracle, but the horrifying scenes around them were like an invisible Grim Reaper harvesting their lives.
Many of the Rebel Army soldiers at the front immediately turned around and ran back with their guns. Several Rebel Army leaders in the rear raised their weapons and shot dead the first few fleeing soldiers, thinking they could intimidate the others.
But they had underestimated the mental state of the Rebel Army soldiers who had broken down. Their