When more than a hundred scorpions leading the pack - rising like a two-meter-high wave - appeared in everyone's sight, even the well-versed wasteland dwellers felt their hair stand on end. Under the beam of the flashlight, every pair of pincers and stingers seemed to glimmer with the light of death.
"Damn, I have a fear of crowds," Gao Yu complained before pulling the trigger. The young soldiers also opened fire.
The scorpions wailed as bullets burrowed into their bodies, causing their juices and blood to splatter, and their severed limbs to fall continuously onto the ground.
Like waves crashing against a reef, the vanguard of the swarm of radiation scorpions was immediately halted, but they continued swarming forward.
"Keep the firepower going," commanded Tang Zheng as he turned his gaze to find a route for retreat. The darkness was not conducive for the survivors.
"Ah, I've been bitten!" one young soldier stomped his foot and swung his arm, shouting in pain.
