Soban's companions stood on either side of him, each doing their best to protect themselves with the bullets in their hands! But not everyone could spend two hours of their sleep time in the firearms training room every day. So even with VR targeting, they could not match Soban's firepower.
Such devastating damage naturally drew the Zerg's attention. Soban did not know that as he killed Zergling after Zergling, one whose markings were becoming increasingly distinct was following behind the others. Whenever it saw one die, it immediately opened its jaws and chewed on its companion's flesh.
The Zerglings were dying far faster than they could feed. Thus, if the soldiers on the battlefield had paid close attention, they would have noticed that not every Zergling was launching a frenzied attack. Whenever one fell, the Zerglings behind it would begin devouring its flesh. And once a corpse caught a Zergling's eye, no other Zergling would fight over it.
Hundreds upon thousands of green laser rounds poured forth in a mad assault. A soldier to Soban's right had already gone bloodshot-eyed with killing. There were too many Zerglings, and they were too fast. Even if two bursts of laser fire could kill a Zergling, they could not withstand the endless swarm.
As the Zerglings drew ever closer, the laser rifles in the hands of a small number of soldiers suddenly began making hissing sounds. Looking down, they saw that their rifle barrels had turned bright red, while the grips burned in their hands.
They were not holding rifles at all—it was like clutching red-hot iron rods with their bare hands!
This was what happened when laser rifles fired too frequently and their barrels overheated. Though they had been repeatedly taught during training to watch their firing rate, faced with this unprecedented