One side had fewer people and insufficient firepower, but their attacks were powerful, with a sense of hitting wherever they aimed. The other side had more people and greater firepower, but their attacks lacked power, and some of them were dead weight merely making up the numbers. It was more like shooting wherever their guns happened to point.
Thus, the battle between the two sides had basically reached a stalemate.
However, a stalemate naturally benefited William and the others.
"Bang, bang, bang...!" William and the others fired their pistols.
"Rat-a-tat-tat...!" The enemies also did their best to fire their Firearms.
As the fighting continued, Chen Mo was also doing his best to slack off.
He had no choice but to suppress his strength and avoid standing out too much. Hearing the continuous sounds of the enemy weapons, he found them somewhat familiar. He swept out with his Spiritual Sense and was instantly speechless.
The assault rifles in those enemies' hands were fucking Chinese-made. Cambodia had imported a great many weapons from China, whether light weapons or heavy weapons. Even many tanks and Armored Vehicles were Chinese products.
Seeing those familiar weapons left Chen Mo both amused and exasperated.
The assault rifles had considerable firepower. But that was all. In an indoor setting like this bar, carrying an assault rifle was sometimes not as useful as carrying a pistol.
Pistols were easy to handle in confined spaces and did not greatly affect one's tactical movements. But with an assault rifle, the limited space made tactical maneuvers rather inconvenient.
After learning their lesson from the first wave, the enemies had not used pistols. Instead, they used more powerful assault rifles to attack. However, they had not expected William to have converted the bar's interior into defensive zones, placing numerous obstacles along their