After the little monsters rushed over, the mercenaries at the front saw them clearly. Their hideous faces and shrieking, rattling cries made everyone who saw them realize that these things were nothing good.
"Rat-a-tat! Rat-a-tat!...!" At Tra's command, the mercenaries began firing in a steady rhythm.
Although the little monsters' charge caught the mercenaries somewhat off guard, they were still professionals. They did not foolishly hold down their triggers and empty an entire magazine at once.
Instead, they held their guns close to their heads, aimed at the little monsters ahead, and fired controlled bursts. This saved ammunition, avoided overly frequent magazine changes, and allowed them to support their teammates, preventing gaps in fire while someone was reloading.
That was the difference between professionals and amateurs, and the mercenaries had ingrained such skills into their bones.
As a result, even against these inhuman little monsters, they were still able to hold back their assault.
There were an enormous number of little monsters, swarming forward in dense masses, making the mercenaries' scalps crawl. Fortunately, although the little monsters were numerous, bullets could still blast them apart the moment they struck.
Moreover, the passage was less than three meters wide, so no matter how many there were, they could not all surge through at once.
As the little monsters that charged over were shredded by bullets, countless pieces of their bodies piled up and raised the floor, gradually elevating the passage. Yet this could not stop their charge. Large groups of little monsters continued to leap over the layers of remains and rush at the mercenaries!
They were continuously blown apart, continuously piled higher, continuously swarming forward!
Seeing the little monsters gradually drawing closer, the mercenaries at the front grew anxious and immediately pulled out grenades, preparing to throw them.
"No! We