Following the spurting blood along the bullets' path, through the air where a metal storm continued to rain down, the heavy machine-gun position several kilometers away presented an entirely different scene.
Kyle held up his binoculars and shouted anxiously.
"Damn it, stop! Stop now! There'll be no one left alive over there. If they all die, how the hell am I supposed to write the report?"
"Captain, please, just let me fire one more load of ammunition! This is the first time I've pulled the trigger since joining the Expeditionary Force!"
"Shut up. I'm telling you, there are plenty of enemies. We've declared war on the entire Northern Territory—how could we possibly run out of them? Besides, you're so far away you can't even see how you're shooting. What's the point?"
The soldier scratched his head and looked at the machine-gun position beside him.
This had been prepared in advance. While the coalition armies of the three grand dukes were still marching along at a leisurely pace, the Expeditionary Force had already moved the heavy machine guns here in a row, calculated the firing data according to the firing tables, and prepared to conduct over-the-horizon fire.
The Resistance Army had long been prepared to clash head-on with the Northern Territory's forces, so they were in no shortage of heavy firepower. They simply unloaded the equipment from the train, secured it in place, and had a heavy machine-gun position.
The three grand dukes' coalition marched in an extremely dense formation and remained on the road the entire time, making it easy to determine the firing coverage. To the Expeditionary Force, they were practically serving themselves up on a platter.
When the Expeditionary Force's machine-gun positions opened fire, they were still over a kilometer away from the coalition. With the Expeditionary Force