Volley Fire is something that takes a great deal of courage.
And courage happened to be the one thing the players never lacked.
When the Restoration Army musketeers in front of the slope opened fire, Chris immediately ducked back behind the boulder. He also pulled Connie back as she curiously peeked out from the other side.
"Don't look!"
The enemy matchlocks had poor accuracy, but no one knew whether a Lead Bullet might happen to land beside the boulder and blow Connie's head off.
You could believe you were lucky, but you could never count on luck to solve your problems.
After the enemy's first volley, Chris looked to either side and found that his force was holding up fairly well. Only one man was howling in pain, so it looked like they had suffered just one or two casualties.
One player was down, as was one of the mercenaries delivering guns. The former had been hit in the chest by a Lead Bullet from a twenty-millimeter heavy matchlock. There was no saving him.
The latter seemed to have been shot in the leg and was now lying on the ground, clutching his thigh and howling.
"Go, Connie. Take your people and carry the wounded behind the slope. Have the doctors back there give them first aid!"
"But I still need to protect..."
"I don't need protection. Go!"
Only at Chris's command did Connie lead her subordinates out from behind the boulder to drag the wounded away.
"Ah, my fault. There are too many problems with this force. You really don't notice them until you fight an actual battle."
Chris sighed, then returned his attention to the battlefield.
The forty-nine players up front needed no direction. They were firing at will as quickly as possible, keeping the enemy musketeers under