Markray's heart skipped several beats, but he was among the first to recover from his shock. In truth, Markray knew some inside details about the Austrian Empire's weapons research.
However, due to his low rank, all he knew of those weapons were rumors—that they were terrifying weapons capable of overturning all understanding of the battlefield, much like the airships from before.
Markray was thankful that it was not airships that had come. Otherwise, he truly had no weapons capable of engaging targets in the air.
"Fire! Whatever it is, fire!"
With that furious roar, fear finally conquered reason. Markray's men opened fire one after another. Bullets struck the heavy armor, scattering sparks in every direction and producing nothing but a chorus of clangs.
The sound seemed to mock the rebels' laughable resistance.
Shells and rockets rained down, yet they merely splashed in all directions like droplets striking a boulder, as though a spectacle of blazing trees and silver blossoms were unfolding beneath the night sky.
After the initial frenzy, people gradually calmed down, then fell into a deathly silence as the smoke slowly dispersed.
The scene the rebels had hoped for did not appear. The Steel Behemoths stood unmoved; the scattered bullet marks upon them seemed no more than decoration. By now, some people had already dropped their rifles, because they knew it was futile.
Then came a burst of mechanical grinding. One firing port after another opened on the steel fortresses, and revolving weapons extended from within.
Seeing this through his binoculars, Markray's heart sank. Could those be the legendary revolving machine guns? But the caliber was far too large.
Yet he had little time to think. Dozens of spinning barrels spat flames in unison, while muffled thunder boomed without cease.
The soldiers in the front ranks were instantly