"Charge! Shove your gun barrels up their noses! They don't even have enough men to make up a hundred-man unit! Crush them with your titanium-steel will!"
Just as Dagger of Death gave the order to open fire, Centurion Diran roared out the command to attack. In an instant, gunfire erupted across the beach, and a storm of bullets poured into the forest like rain.
He could sense that there were not many Blue Gophers hiding in the woods, perhaps only ten or twenty.
Otherwise, they would not have made such a show of distancing themselves from those blue-skinned freaks in the sea, pretending they had come to rescue them. They would have simply drawn their weapons and attacked.
That was certainly what he would have done!
Most of his men were exhausted and their morale was low, but this was precisely the best chance to crush The Alliance in one blow!
If the monsters in the sea caught up with them and formed a pincer attack with those Blue Gophers on shore, they would have no chance of victory left!
That was why Diran shouted himself hoarse, desperately urging his soldiers to charge forward.
However, what he had not expected was that the firepower erupting from the forest far exceeded anything he had imagined.
Tracer rounds swept across the beach like rain, kicking up dust and sand into an impenetrable wall that pinned every soldier trying to rush into the rainforest flat against the shore. No matter how hoarsely he shouted, he could not make them advance even a single step.
The bullets whizzed everywhere as if they cost nothing, leaving the Imperial soldiers lying on the beach completely stunned.
Even worse, it was not just the countless flying bullets. The rifles in their hands felt like useless fire pokers,