A Hundred Against Ten Thousand

"First squad, advance and stagger your positions!"

Yise gave the order.

Twenty Bone Models took several steps forward in unison and spread out at the very front of the position. All their 14.5 mm machine guns rose at once, their brass-colored ammunition belts swaying with the movement and glinting coldly in the light of the explosions.

More than a dozen flares shot into the sky.

Burning fiercely and trailing long tails of light, they hung above the battlefield and slowly descended, illuminating the sand below.

The light was extremely uncomfortable for the Gravel Scale Tribe, who were accustomed to seeing in the dark.

But it allowed the Final Bone Mad Machines to see the battlefield clearly.

Across the undulating sand, countless winding trails drew closer from the distance, like a vast net spread wide.

This charge consisted of at least nearly a thousand Gravel Scale Tribe units.

"Hold steady, everyone. Machine guns, don't fire!" Yise's voice rang out over the communications channel. "Let them get within two hundred meters!"

Everyone held their breath, fingers poised at their triggers as they waited for the order.

The moment the first lizardman crossed the predetermined line, Yise gave the order without hesitation. "Front row, fire!"

In an instant, the ten Bone Models at the very front opened fire with a roar from twenty machine guns!

Muzzle flashes leaped wildly in the darkness as streams of bullets tore forth. Steel and fire swept across the battlefield, crashing head-on into the Gravel Scale Tribe warriors leading the charge.

The newly issued batch of flat-nosed bullets performed much worse aerodynamically, and their unstable trajectories made them difficult for many gunners to adjust to at first.

But they soon adapted.

At such close range, they could just spray the enemy anyway!

Hordes of bullets shrieked through the