The infantry began their charge. Closing the distance by fifty meters did indeed inflict considerable casualties; at such close range, nearly more than half of the front-rank infantry had been cut down—but only more than half.
The infantry in the center and rear began rushing forward.
The men were not densely packed, but because they were spread out too widely, their coordination with those 150 tanks came crashing in like tidal waves against the shore.
The tanks began advancing as well.
The entire battlefield was as it had been before—sweeping away the decayed, unstoppable.
But Faith was a strange thing. Even evil Faith could forge a force with wills like steel, at least in the early stages.
The situation in the trenches was complicated. Many advantages had been compressed without limit, yet only some of the fighting was underway.
"Lord!" Someone charged over clutching a toilet plunger.
They launched a Sneak attack on the tank from beneath the trench, detonating one tank from the side.
The TNT charge allowed them to accomplish that miracle.
The infantry swiftly worked the Bolt handles of their MAS-36 rifles, chambering rounds and firing.
The trenches twisted and intertwined, but that only made their record look impressive.
These were the civil-engineering tactics and elite tactics developed through long battles with Lynn's Army.
They allowed these men to inflict a certain degree of damage on the attacking party amid an onslaught that was sweeping away the decayed.
The casualty ratio lay somewhere between one to five and one to two.
In other words, at least five times the manpower was needed to have any chance of defending. But Lynn's ability to churn out troops through industrial power was nothing like Napoleon in another world, who constantly won against greater numbers with fewer men.
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