The battle raged for two grueling hours, leaving the warriors soaked with sweat, sitting together and panting heavily.
Han Zhuangzhi checked their ammunition; less than half remained.
He was astonished, not because it was too little, but because he hadn't expected so much to be left. In a normal engagement, most of the ammunition would have certainly run out after such a battle, as it tends to be wasted.
Yet, during the recent fight, due to Chen Gu's commands, they had wasted very little ammunition. They shot wherever an enemy was spotted, as per Chen Gu's orders.
After the battle, they still had half their ammunition left—enough to press on. He had assumed his squad would have to withdraw from the operation.
The other warriors were tallying their kills.
"Hahaha, I got sixty-one this time! Enough for me to level up."
"Weakling!" another warrior boasted proudly. "I checked too. I got seventy-four!"
