What Kind of Exercise Is This?
Editor: Henyee Translations
The gun muzzle flashed as the bullets rained on the sharp claws, piercing through their flesh.
Lu Yong drew a pistol from his waist. He only had time to fire three bullets before he was assailed.
The claws pierced through his exoskeleton, but he didn't feel a thing.
When he opened his eyes, he took off his helmet and sat up from the chair. He saw his teammate also awake.
Tian Yuping: "You died?"
Lu Yong looked at the helmet in his hand and thought back to the feeling of the machine gun in his hand. He nodded silently.
"Yeah."
Tian Yuping: "How many did you kill?"
Lu Yong: "27."
As the team marksman, he was using a machine gun, thus he had the highest amount of firepower.
Of course, even then, he could only empty half of his magazines before he was "killed".
The aliens' teeth and claws were just like in video games, just more violent and fierce.