They were incredibly strong and could easily hurl explosives over a hundred meters to hit the bunkers.
But the defenders had already gained plenty of experience. Lynn's artillery had taught them how to dig effective earthworks.
These garbage barrels of black powder explosives posed no threat to ordinary machine gunners unless they landed right beside a bunker.
All a defensive line needed was a few machine guns forming a crisscrossing field of fire, barbed wire to stop the enemy, a group of infantry armed with Cold Weapons and prepared for trench warfare, artillery units to deal with mages, and magical artillery spotters in the sky. Together, they could easily stop the Demon Race's armies, once the greatest headache humanity had ever faced.
In the past, many of humanity's Hero Units knew their soldiers couldn't withstand the Half-Orcs, who were both stronger and more numerous.
Hero Units often had to face vast numbers of demons. Even when fighting the Demon Race's generals, they had to take on several at once.
It was brutally difficult.
Things were different now.
No matter how many demons came, it made no difference.
They were simply targets for the Heat Weapons to mow down.
Grenades and machine guns were cheap and effective.
Mortars were even cheaper.
As mortar production techniques gradually improved, they finally became as inexpensive as they were on Blue Star.
The rear was churning them out.
The front was using them just as fast.
Chali yawned and slumped over the table, staring at the battlefield with dead fish eyes. "According to the Demon Race's original plan, they were supposed to wear down our fighting strength, especially our high-ranking forces."
"They'd strike once both sides were battered, using their numbers to overwhelm us."
"And their battle-tier forces."
"From the perspective of the past, we