After twenty players were pulled away from defending the eastern wooden wall, the fighting at the western wall stabilized for the moment, with no danger of the Snake-Men breaking through. But the situation at the eastern wall began to deteriorate.
It was not that the players at the eastern wall lacked fighting strength. There were simply too few of them. Originally, fewer than ninety players had been defending a nearly hundred-meter stretch of two-meter-high wooden wall. With barely one player per meter, they had managed to maintain a relative balance between firepower density and melee strength.
When the Snake-Men charged, a hail of bullets greeted them. Once they climbed the low wooden wall, the players welcomed them with bayonets and Arming Swords.
In short, the Snake-Men suffered heavy losses with every charge. Even those who successfully climbed onto the wall could not secure a foothold before the players and auxiliary soldiers below stabbed them off.
Even when the Snake-Man Priests hurled poison gas from a distance, tormenting the players physically and making them vomit nonstop, the players usually held on by turning down their pain settings and relying on their fearless attitude toward death.
As a result, although the Snake-Men's fierce assaults left the defensive line on the wall tottering and inflicted steady casualties on the players, their own losses were even greater, so they never managed to take it.
That changed when Not Playing If I'm Not Having Fun was forced to transfer twenty players to support the camp's western defensive line. More and more gaps appeared in the defenses, and more Snake-Men climbed onto the wooden wall.
With only around sixty players remaining on the Eastern Defense Line, they were beginning to struggle to hold. The auxiliary soldiers below could just about manage firing Matchlocks from a distance