"Second platoon, move up! Establish a defensive line!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Third platoon! Get your asses moving! Don't wait for me to kick you into place!"
"Yes, sir!"
"All snipers, teach these bastards a lesson!"
"Yes, Lieutenant!"
Commands and responses rang out incessantly over the communications channel.
Since Luo Sen was at the Lighthouse, the Shark Company was temporarily under the command of its deputy company commander, the lieutenant.
The lieutenant had an equally fiery temper. With the guards forming a wall of Energy Shields, he immediately ordered the Sharks to establish a defensive line.
Although the Energy Shields of the Shark Individual Equipment were far stronger than those of ordinary paratroopers, they still could not match the guards' output and could not withstand Low Roar's energy rounds for long.
Soon, the Sharks had established a combined fire and defensive line in the gaps between the guards.
"Tat-tat-tat~!"
"Whoosh!~ Whoosh!"
The distinctive blue trajectories of the Gauss Rifles flickered through the night alongside the dazzling flashes of Bolter Rounds.
"Pfft! Pfft!"
Low Roar might not fear the Lighthouse's Standard Weapons, but when faced with the various calibers of Spike Rounds fired at an extremely high rate, their flesh was still torn apart and shredded.
As for the outcome, Spike Rounds were slightly kinder than Bolter Rounds. At least they might leave behind a body or a limb.
If struck by the Bolter Rounds used by the guards, Low Roar could only be reduced to a miserable mess of minced flesh.
"Ri~—Whoosh~—!" (x4)
"Boom... Rumble~—!!" (x4)
At that moment, four blue trajectories, each at least half a meter in diameter, blazed across the battlefield.
The instant the blue trajectories appeared, four locations where Low Roar had gathered erupted in violent explosions, producing four miniature mushroom clouds in the rainy night.
"Fwoosh—~!" (x4)