As long as we can get close to these infantry with their iron tubes, they are ultimately just flesh and blood.
The weak point of the Red Tide Territory lies in sustained firepower.
Just as this thought was forming in his mind, a shrill steam siren mercilessly shattered his self-comfort.
The ground began to tremble slightly.
Six heavy steam vehicles, spewing white steam, slowly drove into the parade ground.
They dragged bizarre metal devices, some resembling bundles of thick iron tubes arranged in parallel, others arranged like honeycomb-shaped launchers, cold and silent.
Major General Gray stood on the command vehicle, raising his hand to make a brief gesture.
"Clear the site."
In the next instant, the world lost its rhythm.
The barrel of the rotary machine gun began to spin rapidly, the "hissing" sound during preheating made one's teeth ache, and then it was completely drowned out.
"Ratatatata——!!!"
That could no longer be called gunfire, but a continuous roar.
