Chapitre 913: Chaos!

On top of a tall building about 500m away from the battlefield, a dozen militants were laying prone, looking out into the distance.

One of them, who had tanned skin, his face looking weathered, saw the elite Central Army and was filled with shock. He could not help but curse, "Damn, those fellows have really good equips."

Another young man, who had dyed blond hair, and wore tattered clothes, leaving his torso bare, had a look of fear, "Yea, The L3s could defend against the heavy machine guns, and grenades, yet these soldiers can tear them apart so easily with their weapons. What the hell is up with those weapons?"

These militants had relied on their equipment obtained from border-troops from prior to the apocalypse and thought that they were capable of conquering the whole of China. However, upon seeing the weapons of the Central Army, their weapons felt like useless bats, and all of them were like bumpkins.