A few Chuckna warriors turned back and saw a group of mixed soldiers slouching with their guns, looking rather nonchalant, and couldn't help but feel anger rising in their hearts. Each let out a cold snort, turned around, passed through the communication trench, and ran towards the shelter trench. The battle had reached such a point that no one expected to return alive. These mixed soldiers in blue uniforms, even on the brink of death, were still playing petty tricks—they deserved to die!
The Chuckna soldiers scattered. The ones who remained were Nash, Sunx Ping, Feng Laos, Jonathan, and Shen Ming.
The first four were full of doubts, yet vaguely hoped for something. Shen Ming squatted on the side, arms folded, watching coldly. He was keen to see what kind of show this Fatty intended to put on with a repair arm lacking schematics and data.
