On the battlefield, the Tang Country soldiers of the 9th Corps were a bit confused. They couldn't figure out why the enemy had suddenly become so fierce, even to the extent of being described as fearless of death.
The Dwarf soldiers charging in dense waves were frenzied. Even as their comrades' blood splattered on their faces, they couldn't be stopped from advancing.
They shouted, holding their weapons and attacking without regard for the cost. Sometimes, even suppressed by machine guns, they still didn't evade. It was as if they weren't facing death, but a party.
"Something's wrong! The Dwarfs on the other side aren't right!" Behind an armored vehicle, the Battalion Commander, who had temporarily set up a defensive line, muttered with a frown as he observed the enemy's attack.
He couldn't pinpoint what was wrong, but these Dwarfs undeniably gave off an indescribable sense of discord. The enemy seemed not like living beings but more like ghosts, zombies...
