30-millimeter caliber bullets, with the red light of air friction burning, formed six scorching fire lines resembling the sharp teeth of a savage beast, biting towards the Warhammer team on the plains.
Bang, bang, bang, bullets penetrated the ground, creating basketball-sized pits in the soil and throwing up half-meter-high columns of mud.
"Help!" Newbies screamed in terror, clutching their heads, unsure what to do, most instinctively fell to the ground, while others sprinted towards the tree forest recklessly.
"Get down." Square-faced, though panicked, was quick to react and yelled loudly, dropping to the ground like an ostrich.
The newbies, suddenly realizing, as if they had found a lifeline, each crawled toward the ground; a few even tried to find shelter but the continuous barrage of ammunition made them too scared to move.
