Cooperation
When Elisa from the archaeological team sprang up, she immediately grabbed the RFB semi-automatic battle rifle beside her and chambered a round with a click.
The magazine was full. All she had to do was disengage the safety, and she could fire at any moment.
As the Americans prepared for battle, the Chinese were equally on high alert.
Political Commissar Luan rushed out of the tent with a Type 95 Automatic Spear in hand. He fixed his gaze on the American camp, wary of any sudden move or ill intent.
As international competitors, the Chinese certainly couldn't turn a blind eye to the Americans' every move. Even if they weren't concerned about the beasts that had attacked the local tribes, they would still keep a close eye on the American archaeological team.
Gunfire rang out from below the mountain. The two camps reacted almost simultaneously, and both sides froze when they saw that the other had armed themselves without hesitation.
"Americans, is this your doing?"
Political Commissar Luan immediately demanded, with righteous indignation.
No sooner had he spoken than another string of gunshots rang out from below.
Clearly, the first shot hadn't been an accidental discharge. The dense barrage that followed came from multiple guns, and the fighting was intense.
Faint screams and hoarse shouts mingled with the gunfire, even more frantic than they had been the night before.
The local tribesmen had been caught completely off guard. The gunfire was so dense it was almost impossible to tell the shots apart, but given their wild, indiscriminate style of firing, even God knew how many bullets had actually hit their targets.
After the mysterious beasts attacked the night before, the Chinese and Americans had both become more cautious, despite suffering no losses. The local tribes, however, had learned nothing