Meng No. 1 kept rolling and rolling on the deck. With the sharp sense of crisis developed by years of fighting, he avoided the bullet rain one after another, and finally hid behind a pillar to get a chance to breathe.

He was holding a submachine gun in his hand and gasping. The strength of the enemy was obviously beyond his imagination. He was beaten with a gray face and no temper at all.

As he moved slightly sideways, ready to fight back, the pillar near his head immediately had rows of bullet holes, and he quickly retracted his head in fright.

After a little pause, he was still sideways...