"Holy crap! Those bandits sure ran fast!"
Indebted Big Eyes pulled his bayonet from a raider's corpse. Standing in the trench, he glanced down the slope ahead.
Dozens of bodies lay scattered crookedly across the mountainside below the high ground, along with rifles and shovels abandoned by the fleeing raiders.
This was the high ground north of Pinewood Gorge, as well as the position of Bear Tooth's thousand-man unit.
Just over ten minutes earlier, the Death Corps had, as usual, shelled the raiders digging trenches here with mortars.
Having been harassed by the New Alliance's mortars all day, the raiders on the high ground had long grown used to it. They calmly lay in their half-dug trenches, waiting for the shelling to stop before getting back up to dig.
What they had not expected was that when they raised their heads this time, they would be met by rows of gleaming bayonets.
Those raiders digging fortifications had never dreamed that the New Alliance, with so few men, would actually dare to charge their position!
What shocked them even more was that the enemy mortars had barely stopped before these people came charging in after them.
In short, by the time they came to their senses, it was already too late.
The whistles of the charge and cries of battle practically rushed into their faces alongside the still-smoking shell craters.
At that moment, quite a few raiders were still holding shovels, while the rifles thrown on the ground had not even been loaded.
Construction Kid and Bricks was the first to leap into the trench. His assault rifle rattled off a burst of fire, instantly stirring up a bloody storm in the cramped trenchway.
The raiders sent to dig trenches were third-rate fighters within their tribe to begin with.
Though they