"Alphonse! Take your men and seize the high ground!"
"Tetehe! Take your men down the right side. I'll take the left!"
"Yisha, take the little one and withdraw to Group Four's position. It's time for street fighting!"
As the orders were issued, the squad members split up and moved out.
Yisha was the one piloting the medical Power Armor. Upon receiving the order, she immediately took Uta back to the rear and carried out the baby cushion from the box as well.
The treasure beneath it was instead ignored. They were the Regular Army, not pirates.
Bound by military discipline, they would not gamble the Imperial Guard Legion's future over such trifles.
No one wanted to fight street battles in war, especially in a world dominated by the sea. Complex terrain concealed countless dangers.
But when the gap in equipment was too great, terrain and tactics lost their meaning.
Under the Power Armor's visual systems, walls could not block their line of sight at all. Every enemy position was laid bare before them.
If they had not been unable to confirm whether there were surviving residents in town, the soldiers of the Power Gear would never have entered. They would have directly called for artillery support from the main ship and leveled the place first.
Though there was only one ship, if it wanted to, the Power Gear could still unleash destruction on the scale of a Buster Call. It would merely waste more time and shells.
"Captain, there's one hiding behind the wall at your three o'clock."
"Received. We're Piltover's military. If you're not pirates, say so. Otherwise, I'm opening fire."
After the captain spoke, the only response was a lit bomb.
Boom!
Rat-a-tat-tat!
Houses built from stone and wood were sturdy enough to stop flintlock rounds, but against