After firing four consecutive shots, Gao Yang forcibly suppressed his instinct to lie down and dodge. Amidst the dense but not yet meticulously aimed rain of bullets, he fired two more shots.
Hitting six enemies with six consecutive shots was enough to repel the focused attack. After all, the enemies were not facing a desperate situation, so few were willing to sacrifice their lives for the team's victory.
The enemies retreated behind the cover again, and only then did Gao Yang start to slowly regain his breath. Earlier, he had held his breath to ensure stability while shooting.
After slowly regulating his breathing, Gao Yang whispered, "Call Fat Cat, tell him to come and pick us up as soon as possible."
Jesse Lee whispered, "I already told him. Fat Cat and Panda are on their way, but how are just the two of them going to save us?"
