Half an hour later, the Staff Department had put together a picture of the battlefield.
Lynn's forces were insufficient, so it was impossible to hold the entire riverbank.
Magic existed in this world, so crossing a river wasn't all that restrictive. As long as the current wasn't too strong, you could force your way across just about anywhere.
When the two sides ran into each other, the lead troops of a Reconnaissance Company couldn't withstand Lothair's Javelin bombs and were wiped out. While they were holding out, a brigade also made contact with the enemy, and the others arrived quickly as well.
But Lothair's troops were described as impervious to blades and bullets.
Only the mages who handled the artillery, along with the senior officers, could describe what was happening.
They had layered on extremely powerful Magic shields and were also using captured machine guns, while smoke obscured their line of sight.
They also had sharpshooters and Javelin throwers who specialized in blowing up machine guns.
The assorted infantry carrying nothing but fire pokers couldn't put up any resistance. It was just like several years ago, when common soldiers armed with spears had been no more than background props, slaughtered by knightly lords cutting loose on the battlefield.
The 20 mm Machine guns needed three shots to break a shield, and a fourth to hit the person behind it.
But those people were vampires; they wouldn't die just from hitting the ground.
Only a direct hit from a 75 Cannon could kill them.
It had to be a direct hit. If the shell exploded nearby, they were basically unharmed.
However, the 75 Cannons hadn't been firing for long before Douglas, commander of the Tenth Infantry Division, ordered a retreat.
He left one brigade behind to hold the line, pulled out