"Fuck! You don't get it—you don't get anything! Taking on an entire army alone? Get lost! I'm muting my mic!" Chris snapped.
Chris had already resolved himself to die, and now Mo Qiong was telling him he would take on an entire army alone to save him.
This was utter nonsense. Saying something like that at a time like this—how could he be so oblivious?
Unexpectedly, Mo Qiong quickly said, "Calm down. We've trained for so long, and every one of us shoots like a god. Let me ask you: with our marksmanship, if we had sufficient ammunition and perfect cover, could we take on a thousand by ourselves?"
Chris roared, "Of course! If we had enough ammunition and perfect cover, I could take on ten thousand by myself!"
"But where are we going to find conditions that good? We don't have perfect cover either! My cover is about to give out!"
Mo Qiong said, "We don't have enough bullets, but the enemy will deliver some to us..."
"And the sky is actually our best cover."
Chris snapped, "Didn't I already say it? They know we'll go into the sky, so they've prepared for it. We can't launch a surprise attack from above. On the contrary, there's nothing up there, and we'll only die faster!"
Mo Qiong said, "No. Our best cover in the sky is distance!"
"Tell me, what's the range of the guns they're using?"
Chris was startled, seeming to understand Mo Qiong's meaning. He said, "They're just ordinary assault rifles. Their effective range is four hundred meters. They use five-millimeter bullets, which can still be lethal at a thousand meters at most."
"You... You're not planning to..."
Mo Qiong said, "Cloud sniping. We've all practiced it! Distance is the best cover. As long as I stay outside