Holding the electromagnetic rifle, Vasily and Chekov continuously fired bullets from the drum magazine towards the alien creatures ahead, so easy to hit that they wouldn't miss even with their eyes closed. At this moment, they had adapted to the intensity of the battlefield, even finding the time to chat amidst the fierce combat.
"Vasily, how many bullets do you have left?" Chekov felt his electromagnetic rifle suddenly pause, skillfully grabbing a new drum magazine from the ammo harness on his body, he replaced it and continued pulling the trigger, then asked Vasily beside him.
Vasily was covering for Chekov as he changed bullets. Seeing Chekov complete the change, Vasily checked his own remaining ammunition and said, "I have four drum magazines left, better use them sparingly, mate. We need to hold for another two hours here."
