"Uh, sorry, Ms. Gwen. I mean, please buy us some time. See if you can suppress them. If you can't, come back immediately, and I'll think of something else."
Hodge realized the problem as well, but panicking would not help. Without rest, the soldiers probably really would not be able to hold on.
Gwen quickly left with the Gatling Gun. She rushed some distance to the left, then somewhat awkwardly raised the Gatling Gun and roughly aimed it at the bones ahead.
Ratatatatatatata!
The barrels spun rapidly, and bullets trailing flames surged toward the enemy, instantly sweeping row after row of skeletons into scraps.
"Hiss..."
Gwen stared wide-eyed at the heavy machine gun in her hands, and then her eyes gradually lit up.
"This thing's got more kick than a longsword!"
Every time she turned the crank through a certain distance, bullets would fly out of the Gatling Gun. Gwen thought it over and decided that as long as she cranked fast enough, the gun's firing rate could surely increase as well.
She gave it a try and found that her reasoning was indeed correct. The speed of her hands abruptly increased, and bullets poured out like a torrential downpour.
Some distance away, Hodge listened to Gwen's increasingly rapid gunfire and frowned.
"If she fires like that, will she have time to reload? I remember she didn't bring that much ammunition."
With no time to think too much, Hodge entered the Expeditionary Force's ranks, checked the soldiers' condition and remaining supplies, gave the squad leaders a few more instructions, then looked worriedly toward the fog behind them again.
Ash's gunfire had nearly blended into one continuous roar, and the Dragon Breath Cannon could occasionally be heard bellowing as well. Yet the fog behind them had visibly drawn much closer. Gwen's