Town 417.
Artillery fire and gunshots roared without end.
The Scorpion infantry fighting vehicles advanced in a wedge formation, firing continuously. Before their twin-mounted 45mm cannons, the rows of ruined houses and broken tiles in town were like papier-mâché.
At the same time, the Hyena armored vehicles advancing along both flanks kept up their barrage as well, their quad-mounted machine guns spitting fiery streams that wove nets of death through the air.
The already crumbling walls and ruins quickly shattered beneath repeated barrages of high-explosive and armor-piercing rounds, collapsing into heaps of dirt and rubble.
Yet the players defending the town did not retreat. They put up a stubborn resistance around the few remaining firepower strongpoints.
More than eighty percent of the five hundred retainer soldiers pushed to the front line first had already become casualties. The remaining twenty percent were pinned behind shattered obstacles by relentless machine-gun fire.
But soon enough.
Another five hundred or so wastelanders were driven to the front. In units of a hundred, they launched a charge beneath the cover of rear firepower—
Or rather, under the coercion of the firepower behind them.
The officers standing in the rear clutched loudspeakers and let out hoarse roars.
"Charge!"
"Or die—!"
Under that suffocating atmosphere, the cannon fodder forced onto the front lines had no time to think. They could only clutch their weapons and sprint forward.
"Ahhh!"
At least compared to the thick, long cannon barrels behind them, the enemies hiding in the ruins looked a little easier to deal with.
It was less than three hundred meters. Grit their teeth, and they could make it across.
However, they soon paid the price for that thought.
Though suffering enormous casualties, the players still refused to yield an inch. Wave after wave, they threw themselves into the