The two were bickering, yet the demon army chasing behind them was increasing.
The soldiers swarmed forward, bullets whizzing by Yang Fei and An Zichen's heads.
The two hid under a low slope, where the enemy on the hill shot in a straight line, and for the moment, the bullets couldn't harm them.
However, within seconds, the enemies would reach the top of the slope and a volley would turn the two into sieves.
Yang Fei, however, was quite relaxed. He knew Mad Blade wouldn't give the enemy this chance.
On the right side of the slope, Mad Blade raised his hand high and issued a command.
"I'll count to three, then everyone opens fire. Cui Xiang, get ready to charge."
Seeing the swarm of enemy soldiers rushing like black wasps, everyone held their breath and tightly gripped their guns.
Mad Blade's voice calmly counted: "One, two, shoot..."
Ratatatata!
Cui Xiang's Fire God Cannon roared, a storm of bullets like a metallic gale rushed towards the enemy.
