On the street directly south of the library, gunfire crackled like firecrackers, mixing with the screams of wounded soldiers and the roars of deathclaws into utter chaos.
The entire street had become a bloody meat grinder.
The narrow street left no room to maneuver. The Legion soldiers could only form squads of ten, groups of five, and pour in wave after wave.
Against the thoroughly enraged deathclaw, the bulletproof plates on their bodies were completely useless, and the 7mm rifles in their hands were little more than fire pokers.
Meanwhile, the deathclaw stood nearly two stories tall.
With a casual swipe of its half-meter-long claws, it split a man diagonally in two, scattering organs and flesh across the ground.
The hellish scene turned the surrounding soldiers pale, their stomachs churning.
"Suppress it with firepower! Don't be afraid!"
"Fuck, didn't the artillery already cripple it?!"
"Damn... our bullets can't penetrate it at all!"
"It's not that they can't penetrate it. Its wounds are healing too fast!"
"Ah—!"
Unable to dodge in time, another soldier was torn in half.
Watching his subordinates continue to fall, Corway, standing on the rooftop in an exoskeleton, gritted his teeth. It felt as though his heart were bleeding.
Beside Corway, his adjutant, also clad in an exoskeleton, swallowed hard and spoke with difficulty.
"Sir... why don't we just use artillery to blow it to kingdom come?"
Sending infantry against a deathclaw...
In his eyes, that was simply madness!
Hunting and warfare were entirely different concepts. Especially against a monster as absurdly powerful as a deathclaw, even battle-hardened soldiers were of little use.
Corway kept a grim face and said nothing.
Of course he knew hunting and warfare were different. Against a monster like that, 100mm artillery was more effective than rifles. Three rounds of 100mm indirect