"Clang, clang, clang...!"
The gunfire was incessant, but after a streak of sparks flashed by, everything remained exactly as it was.
The War Dancers continued forward at a slow pace, occasionally striking their own shields, while the female dancer stood atop a leather drum, performing a dance filled with power and beauty.
Every movement followed the rhythm as she used various parts of her body to beat the leather drum. She even used her long sleeves to strike the smaller drums at her sides.
Although the gunfire was deafening, it could not suppress the drums in the slightest. The continuous drumming instead made the armed personnel firing ahead feel the tense atmosphere of war approaching.
"Damn it!" The armed personnel stared at the approaching War Dancers. Even after being shot, they had not suffered the slightest damage, and for a moment, he did not know what to do.
All the Team Members turned to look at their own leader. When they received no response, they could only fire again in vain, hoping that the next shot would kill the approaching War Dancers.
The bullets struck their armor and shields, producing nothing but flashing sparks. They had not even had the slightest effect.
Fortunately, the leader of the armed personnel was a man who had experienced slaughter and combat for years. How could he be discouraged by such a minor setback?
He immediately ordered his subordinates to retreat under alternating cover, then had the heavy-firepower team step forward and prepare to give the approaching War Dancers an RPG.
Their armor might be impossible to penetrate, but an RPG should work, right? After all, an RPG's firepower was far greater than that of a tiny bullet.
Two gunners stepped forward. One aimed while the other loaded. The loading was completed quickly, and