Before Sang Zixin charged up the slope, he had already prepared himself for the likelihood of perishing. On the other side of the slope, there would undoubtedly be many Chaos forces; he and his soldiers had to withstand various firepower, rushing down the wall slope that had collapsed due to shelling, into the array of Chaos. Before dying, it would be best if they could take one down with them.
That would be ideal, but usually, the fate awaiting the first warriors is to be mowed down by a barrage of bullets.
But at least, the Thanans were ready to die heroically and never surrender to the dogs of Chaos!
Therefore, when Sang Zixin charged up the slope holding the battle flag, what he saw was a sparse number of Chaos below. These Chaos, battered by artillery, couldn’t even stand upright, with many more lying on the ground, drowned in the blood they spilled due to the shrapnel—was this the effect of thodical bombardnts? When the enemy believed the opposing infantry was about to storm the city and chose a position on the reverse slope to prepare their defense formation, hitting them in this area with artillery... truly achieved remarkable results indeed.
The veterans in the battle group leapt over the slope, charging down with bayonets and bullets, taking down those still resisting. One veteran checked the Chaos corpses: "No plague mutation!"
No plague mutation ant these were not Nagoth’s Chaos, at least there was no need to die in battle with masks.
"Move! Kid! You’re blocking the fire platform from entering the city!" As the soldiers rushed over the slope, a quadrupedal fire platform also climbed up, the gno operating the platform poked their head out, yelling at Sang Zixin who was still on the slope.
So young n, at a loss, stumbled and bumbled down the slope. While the lucky youth marveled at the changes in war, his old veteran company had already seamlessly ford into squads clearing the nearby ruins. The veterans, now equipped with shotguns and semi-automatic weapons, dragged one terrified Chaotic Believer after another out of the ruins and then bayoneted them to death.
We don’t need prisoners; the best fate we can offer Chaos is death, eternal death, nothing else.
While advising himself to lay aside any so-called conscience, Sang Zixin watched a veteran brutally smash a teenage Chaotic Believer to death with the butt of a gun.
We face life-and-death enemies, these slaves of Subspace and their masters almost destroyed a civilization that had escaped its howorld; they and their masters are the eternal enemies of every Thanan.
And the archer squad climbing a half-collapsed bell tower provided Sang Zixin with intel—enemies were coming down the street on the left, although they were too far away to identify.
"Soldiers! Gather around !" Sang Zixin regained his wits and shouted, standing in the middle of the street with the battle flag. The veteran company and the follow-up troops entering the city imdiately gathered around him, a bear-man machine gun team crawled to halfway up the left-side ruin and set up their machine guns in front of a half-window.
"It’s the Pink Dread Fiends! Tough opponents!" A mber of the archer group on the half-collapsed bell tower shouted, leaning out halfway.
"Heard you!" Sang Zixin gestured, indicating he heard, then planted the battle flag into the ground and pulled out his shotgun.
This double-barreled shotgun could fire two shells at once; although frequent reloading was necessary, it rarely jamd, making it effective in these life-or-death, close quarters situations. A competent shotgunner could deliver terrifying damage within six rounds of shooting—of course, assuming Sang Zixin didn’t fall.
Sang Zixin raised the gun horizontally, tucking the stock under his arm. This shotgun’s other advantage was requiring less precise aiming. Sang Zixin practiced this type of reflexive shooting, allowing faster reloading after shooting, pouring more bullets into the enemies’ faces in the sa unit of ti.
The pink fiends quickly appeared at a distance on the street. An Immortal Master erected a force field in front of the soldiers; bullets could pass through, but the foe’s arcane energy couldn’t flow as freely.
The archer group began firing; Pink Dread Fiends would split into Blue Dread Fiends upon death—a piece of bad news indicating more bullets were needed. The good news was that Immortal Masters deployed "turn stone to mud" ahead of the fiends, turning the already broken streets of the tropolis of the Bygone Days into silent quagmires, causing the splitting fiends to fall and make subsequent fiends trip continuously.
The fiends that remained standing halted before the mire, debating whether to take a detour, since those not taking one were already half-subrged in the quagmire, unable to move.
Then, needing no orders, the Model One Improved units squatted down, the gno artillery teams loaded their three-shot grenade shell magazines, and the 50mm caliber grenadiers swept the entire street, shells coated with Holy Oil scouring the ranks of fiends, while another Model One Improved delivered the finishing blow with its long-barreled flathrowers mounted on its arms.
Watching the fiends rapidly turn to ashes, with only a few Blue Dread Fiends escaping, Sang Zixin furrowed his brow—as a descendant of generals, he had seen Dread Fiends as a child, and these damn Chaos Demons were not as easy to deal with back then.
Was this what His Highness Malin ant when he said the tis were changing?
Looking at it now, the new era seed pretty good.
"Hey, Lieutenant, keep a lookout on both sides for us, will you? The subsequent troops are entering the city. Our mission is to move forward and capture the small square not far ahead." A Model Two Improved cha approached, this modified cha featured a cockpit resembling a chariot, employing a quadrupedal walking chanism. With a 90mm smoothbore cannon, its commander issued orders, poking their head out from the top hatch of the cha.
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