Chapter 1372: Alcohol Emboldens the Coward's Heart (6)_1

If this were real combat—

the losses would have been severe.

"..."

Facing such a shameless reply, Nancy Phillips felt a lump in her throat, but she could only forcibly swallow it down.

"Hey, that sniper of yours, what's her background anyway?" Looking at her, the Blue Army soldier asked with interest.

"I don't know."

Nancy Phillips didn't care to elaborate.

"You're not in the same league as her."

As if he hadn't noticed, the Blue Army soldier kept on muttering.

Nancy Phillips tensed up, a vein throbbed at her temple.

Dammit!

She really wanted to fight this bastard!

Seeing her fierce gaze, the Blue Army man narrowed his eyes and then fell silent.

...

After observing the situation, Flossie Wright moved to another position.

This time, the opposing force had diminished, only sending one person to suppress her, and soon Flossie shook them off.

"Retreat?"

Sandy Cruz, who had maintained his calm thinking, suggested to Flossie at this moment.

Outnumbered.