Xiang Ziyu, clutching his rifle, crouched low as he dashed across the broad airport runway. Normally, acting like this was no different than a death wish.
Indeed, some Dwarf Soldiers fired at him, but the Mosin-Nagant Rifle bullets couldn't effectively halt Xiang Ziyu's rapid movements.
Braving the enemy's hail of bullets, he reached the other side and hid beneath the wing of a Yir Attack Aircraft parked at the airport's edge.
In the direction from which he was just fired upon, Xiang Ziyu emptied his magazine and then reloaded his bullets.
By this time, various battles had erupted within the airport; the Dwarf Guards were completely unprepared and were forced into defensive operations.
They didn't know from which direction the enemy was coming and still hadn't figured out the size of the Tang Army Troops. Some high-ranking airport officers naively believed that the attackers were just a "small group" of Tang Army raiders.
