North Gate of Longevity Farm.
The sudden gunfire crackled like firecrackers. Bullets whizzed wildly through the night, and flames shot into the sky, tearing apart the freezing darkness like a bugle call from hell.
"Forward—"
"Gut them with your bayonets! Cut off their heads and turn them into wine flasks!"
"Go kill!"
"Go loot!"
"Rip them apart!"
The night raid had been discovered.
The raiders no longer bothered to hide.
Leading the charge was a short-haired man. He drew his centurion pistol and pulled the trigger as he shouted wildly.
Figures crawling through the snow rose one after another. Like jackals pouncing on prey, they let out shrieks like demons and launched a surprise attack on the northern wall.
Battle was about to erupt!
Fewer than four guards were on duty atop the concrete wall and in the watchtower. Caught off guard by the concentrated barrage of bullets, they lost two men in the first exchange of fire.
The other two fared no better. Whizzing bullets pinned them behind cover, leaving them unable to raise their heads.
A piercing alarm rang out across the farm.
The garrison guards immediately grabbed their weapons and rushed toward their assigned positions, just as they had practiced countless times during drills.
Unlike those "hyenas" lurking among the ruins, these raiders were not only well-trained but also armed with Legion weapons. Their firepower was exceptionally fierce.
Besides bolt-action breechloader rifles, they carried automatic weapons and even five or six light machine guns!
Although Wrench led his men bravely onto the wall as soon as the battle began, he still felt tremendous pressure in the face of over a hundred raiders and their overwhelming firepower.
Without trenches to support them, a single wall simply could not stop so many enemies.
Under the cover of rear-line firepower,