If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Steel Fang would never have believed what lay before him.
Gunfire crackled from the snowy slope opposite them like beans scattering from a pod. Bullets whizzed wildly through the air, raining down around them like raindrops.
The two slopes were at least six or seven hundred meters apart. Without proper sights, it was hard to hit anyone, but the sheer density of fire made up for it.
Over a hundred rifles fired almost at once, catching them completely off guard.
In just a few breaths, four raiders were hit and fell, rolling down the slope. The rest could only return fire in a panic.
Unfortunately, their position was terrible. Half the team was halfway up the slope, while only the other half had reached the top.
And they were fighting against the light.
Looking west, a huge setting sun hung on the horizon. The entire snowy slope seemed gilded in gold, and the higher up they looked, the harder it was to see clearly.
Steel Fang couldn't even count how many people were on the other side. He only felt that at least two hundred-man teams were charging at him through the dusk. The vast snowfield was filled with people everywhere.
"Boss! There are so many people ahead!"
"They're pushing toward us!"
"Great Horned Deer God above, grant me the strength of monsters and the agility of a divine deer..."
"Damn it, how many are there?!"
"Did everyone in the northern suburbs come?!"
Chaos erupted all around them.
Knowing that this was no time to keep fighting, Steel Fang made a snap decision and shouted.
"Retreat north!"
"Rush into the forest!"
Cutting through the forest was a risky decision.
The snow in the woods would be deeper than on the plains,