"Damn it! I'll blow you up today!" A black-skinned soldier cursed while holding a cigarette in his mouth while using the high-speed shooting machine gun.
The hundreds of fierce firepower from machine guns in turn slowed down the pace of the zombie legion.
"We have even defeated aliens. Let along with these ordinary zombies!"
It was still the black-skinned soldier who was shouting. Once he opened his mouth to curse, he could not control himself at all, as if he had endless strength.
"Yes, you're right. But Moorer, you've been fighting for such a long time. Your arm will hurt if you hold on!"
A soldier's wrist was cramped because of overexertion. At last, he was replaced by a soldier behind him.
At this time, the black-skinned soldier called Moorer rolled up his sleeves and showed off the biceps brachii on his arm with a bright smile.