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"Motherfucker." Luo Zheng cursed angrily, tossing the magazine aside. The damaged magazine was unusable. With bullets raining down like hail, turning the slope into disarray, there was no way to peek out for an observation. Luo Zheng thought about the magazine on top of the slope, wanting to reach for it, but found it impossible. With dozens of guns pinning him down, making a move meant certain death. Luo Zheng had no choice but to tense up, trying to minimize his target profile and calmly survey his surroundings. Enemies were circling around to both sides, but fortunately, Scholar and the others had already retreated a significant distance.
