The facts proved that, in the face of the greater tide, even the Protagonist Halo could not hold up.
Although Shepard had led her soldiers in a valiant fight, the Reapers had come far too swiftly and far too well prepared. At present, Shepard and the others could only hide among the city's ruins, relying on the terrain to wage a defensive battle. They had nowhere else to go.
The skies were now filled with the Reapers' red spherical drones. Star Alliance reinforcements could not get through at all, and no matter how brave or fearless Shepard and her soldiers were, they could not change one fact... they were running out of ammunition.
"Retreat! Retreat!"
Looking at the endless Corpse Puppets before her, Shepard's scalp went numb. She emptied a magazine into the Corpse Puppets charging at her, then pulled up a soldier who had fallen beside her. She fired as she retreated. Under Shepard's leadership, everyone—including the Normandy's crew and the battered remnants of the forces—began gradually contracting their defensive line. Not to mention those damned drones still flying everywhere overhead...
"Commander, we have to withdraw!"
"Are you kidding me? There are still so many civilians behind us!"
Hearing Kaiden's suggestion, Shepard shook her head. While gathering up soldiers along the way, they had also brought along civilians who had failed to escape aboard the shuttles. Many of those civilians were elderly, weak, sick, or injured. What would happen to them if Shepard's group withdrew?
But... there was not much ammunition left.
Shepard loaded another magazine, then felt at her waist—she only had one magazine remaining. Once that was spent, how was she supposed to fight?
Thinking of this, Shepard could not help envying those girls from Heavenly Dao Palace. At least they did not seem to have to