More than a dozen machine guns instantly trained their sights on Wellington and opened fire. Within seconds, it amounted to hundreds of Fifth Order magic attacks.
The Magic Shield shattered after taking ninety bullets. Wellington did not panic, instead moving back in rapid, irregular evasive maneuvers.
Three bullets had struck his arm, and blood flowed from the wounds.
Judging by the marching time along the mountain road, the enemy's reinforcements were about to arrive.
Going by the casualty ratio, these enemies would find it difficult to hold out.
That was one third!
So Wellington did not hesitate and issued the order: "Throw the grenades on you and detonate them for cover. Magic Shields, fix bayonets, charge!"
The order was given. The Black Winged Race soldiers collectively fixed their bayonets and took out the single Grenade each carried.
They hurled them out in unison. Black powder was not very lethal, but it produced a great deal of smoke.
There were still 3,900 men on the frontal position and 800 on the flank. They charged out in unison.
Some Black Winged Race soldiers simply raised their bayonets and dove straight down.
But their enemies were in foxholes, so their charge struck nothing but air.
The machine gunners of the Servant Army Infantry Battalion swept their guns wildly. First, several bullets shattered the Magic Shields; then, they shot down Black Winged Race soldiers, sending them plummeting like crashed aircraft.
The remaining riflemen hurriedly threw grenades as well. Explosions, combined with bullets, gradually broke through their Magic Shields.
That allowed the bullets to hit them again.
But there were simply too many enemies, and they were attacking from two directions.
As the enemy drew closer and closer, the Infantry Battalion began to rout.
All the Black Winged Race soldiers cheered. Some even took flight