They'd clearly already covered the area.
He hurried to the roof to keep watching. There, he saw the trenches dug into the ground and the bunkers. "Their trenches seem to have anti-bomb shelters. They've dug lots of trenches in the city streets and squares, and the ruins of those buildings have become their positions!"
"Brothers, keep engaging them! Infantry in the rear, bring up ammunition! Scouts!"
"Scouts!"
"Direct the artillery fire!"
As Helge spoke, bullets came flying from the other side. The moment they struck Helge's Magic shield, Explosion Technique detonated, blasting him into the air.
But Helge wasn't some weakling. He landed back on the ground, with slight scorch marks on his white hair and what looked like burns on his face.
This was what happened as magic grew more powerful: flames could reach hundreds, even nearly a thousand degrees, in the blink of an eye.
"Where the hell are they hiding?" After Helge came down, a medic approached and dabbed some red potion onto his face. At the same time, a proper medic came over from the rear, placed both hands on his cheeks, and began casting Healing Technique. Countless particles emerged from the green light, repairing Helge's cheeks.
Helge had stopped going without a helmet for the sake of breathing easily and seeing clearly. He put his Black Knight helmet back on. "Whew, that's enough, Miss Medic. I'm fine. No need to treat the injury."
"But if you don't treat it right away, you might get blisters later. It'll hurt, and it could leave a scar, sir."
"It's fine. This time, the higher-ups are very determined. We have to act quickly in everything we do. We've been issued such good equipment, and the enemy's equipment is so poor, yet they can still hold their own against us