"We can't hold on any longer! We're about to collapse!"
Song Heping's situation wasn't looking good either.
Ferrari started to complain over the channel.
"The gun barrel is glowing red, it'll be ruined if we keep firing!"
"Don't you know how to piss? Piss on the barrel to cool it down!"
Antonov finally found a chance to mock Ferrari.
"You don't know this, of course, you're just a desk jockey!"
"You Siberian black bear, tell me, how am I supposed to control the car, fire, and piss at the same time?!"
The two started arguing over the radio channel.
Antonov was still bitter about Ferrari's bullet landing on his tactical vest and scalding him almost out of his skin.
So whenever he got the chance, he would ridicule Ferrari.
Now he finally got his opportunity.
"Stop arguing! Do you know what time it is now? You still have the mind to quarrel here?!"
Song Heping interrupted the pair of jokers.
Sometimes he really wondered about his subordinates' audacity.
