On the battlefield, no one understood the terror of a sniper better than another sniper. While rolling, Luo Zheng dared not get up and run; that would have been as good as delivering himself to death. Rolling not only needed to continue, but it had to be quick and erratic in changing positions, or else death was certain. Driven by the desire to survive, Luo Zheng almost moved with both hands and feet, constantly rolling on the ground without even a moment to think.
Luo Zheng instinctively curled up, rolling aimlessly and quickly. His entire body's hair stood on end, cold sweat like paste, his mind somewhat stalled. An overpowering sense of danger enveloped him, making Luo Zheng feel as if his entire strength was bound, his heart had stopped beating, and his soul started shivering in fright.
"Am I going to die?" Luo Zheng was terrified to the extreme, his pale face devoid of any blood color, his mind buzzed, and everything went blank.
