174 Good Shot

The situation was getting more chaotic.

One platoon consisted of 10 units with 10 fighters each. But currently, not even half of them were able to fight. 20 severely injured troops lay on the third-floor classroom of the old school. All loaded firearms and ammunitions were brought on the 3rd floor's balcony where the most accomplished shooters took up position. 

Tratatattat! Traattatatatata!

Among them, Dinda was also there using iron arrows. "Pull... Aim... Fly true!"

Each iron arrow he released penetrated two to three zombie heads. Dinda unequipped the quiver from his back and leaned it against the balcony in front of him. "Only 16 arrows left..."

Dinda now needed to make sure each of his arrows would not be wasted. This time, he chose to target the more powerful monsters.

"Dance... Aim... Take off!" 

ROAARR!!!