There were still a few high-tier fighters.
An army that marched without armor was an army that didn't know how to fight.
The same went for the Half-Orcs.
They weren't wearing armor, and happened to be caught in an ambush.
Mortars, machine guns, rifles.
They all opened fire at once.
These elite Half-Orcs immediately showed the mettle of powerful warriors!
They hit the ground and fired back.
The mages gradually erected trenches and bunkers.
At the same time, the mages had to counterattack.
The Half-Orcs who needed armor immediately grabbed theirs and put it on.
Once they were armored, the Half-Orcs, impervious to bullets, stood back up!
The iron plates inscribed with Magic Runes dispersed the bullets' impact.
Inside the armor, the Orcs wore standard padded armor and leather to absorb impacts, with their own powerful bodies providing further support.
Unless a bullet hit a spot right against their bodies, it would only feel like a hammer blow to the Half-Orcs.
Otherwise, it wouldn't affect them at all.
The fully armored Half-Orcs were also carrying proper machine guns and rifles.
They weren't improvised weapons.
Hundreds of Half-Orcs warriors charged toward the ordinary human troops like humanoid light tanks.
But they were extremely cautious.
There was no other reason.
The humans had brought out 13-millimeter Heavy machine guns.
"Heavy machine guns! Fire! Keep them pinned down!" The human officers shouted one after another.
You might be able to stop bullets, but I've got a bigger caliber.
The 13-millimeter Heavy machine guns were a study in brutal beauty, firing slowly but with a powerful, metallic rhythm.
A bullet hit an armored Half-Orc lying on the ground. His armor shattered, and the fragments inflicted an even worse tear wound.
Even a body with skin tough enough to withstand an ordinary person's sword or