Muzzle flashes erupted in rapid bursts. Amid the rain of bullets, a claw swept past like a black shadow, slicing through the scorching gun barrel as easily as a knife through tofu.
Lu Yong drew the pistol at his waist, but he only managed to fire three rounds before everything went black.
The moment his exoskeleton armor was torn apart, he actually felt nothing.
When he opened his eyes, took off his helmet, and sat up from the bed, he saw that his comrades were also waking up from the Virtual Reality System.
Tian Yuping: "You're awake?"
Staring at the helmet in his hand and recalling the feel of that machine gun, Lu Yong silently nodded.
"Mm."
Tian Yuping: "How many did you kill?"
Lu Yong: "Twenty-seven."
As the squad's machine gunner, he had used a machine gun, and his firepower had probably been the fiercest of them all.
Even so, before he had "died," he had only managed to empty half a magazine.
Those snarling, clawing bugs were just like the ones in movies—except even more exaggerated, more violent, and smarter.
Sitting beside him, Sun Zhu, who was a little shorter and wore a crew cut, widened his eyes and could not help exclaiming.
"Damn, that's insane! I fucking died the second I hit the ground!"
As the squad's designated marksman, his long-range rifle had probably been the least advantageous weapon.
Although a single shot could punch straight through those bugs, its minimum hundred-meter adjustment meant that his first two bullets had grazed right past the monsters' scalps.
"Damn it! This isn't training at all, okay? Who the fuck uses aliens as hypothetical enemies?"
"But it was pretty fun as a game."
Still reeling from the shock of what they had experienced, the group eagerly discussed it.
Just then,