"Bang!" "Bang!" The gunfire atop the city walls had merged into one continuous roar. Hundreds of soldiers frantically aimed the rifles in their hands at the Red Mad Wolves below, pulled the triggers, worked the bolts to chamber new rounds, then raised their guns to aim again.
These were already the most advanced rifles in the world. Several hundred people concentrating their fire could create decent suppressive firepower, but they could not possibly aim for a Red Mad Wolf's head with every shot. And if they struck anywhere non-vital, those Red Mad Wolves would not die from a single bullet.
At that moment, the charging Red Mad Wolves formed a triangle on Jiang Yan Hai's screen. The point of the triangle was where they met the city wall. The Red Mad Wolves in the rear did not all rush forward directly, because even if they did, they could not climb the wall.
Instead, they continued charging at that one spot without pause.
In just a few minutes, the corpses of Red Mad Wolves beneath the wall had piled up over two meters high, while the wolves behind them continued trampling their companions' bodies as they charged upward.
The Red Mad Wolves were extraordinarily agile. On the section of wall where they had gathered, a sergeant major had ordered all the soldiers to fire in alternating intervals.
The entire line split into two groups. Following a one-two, one-two pattern, Group One fired and worked their bolts, while Group Two kept firing, then they switched back to Group One.
The rhythm was meant to keep the Red Mad Wolves suppressed dozens of meters, or even a hundred meters, away from the wall and prevent them from getting close.
But there were simply too many Red Mad Wolves. Their rate of fire was