"I have staked the reputation of our Fifth Army on this battle. I must bring victory to the Empire, even if it means heavy losses. I will wipe out these bastards!"

"Go back to your battlefield! Go fire the bullets from your gun!"

"Yes...yes, sir, I'll go right away." Hanno hurriedly stood up from the ground and ran out without even turning his head.

"Hmph." Saski snorted coldly, his gaze gradually shifting from Hanno's back to the faces of the other officers.

"What are you standing there for?!"

"Byert! What are you doing? Take your troops to the battlefield!"

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"Bang bang bang!"

A "rushing wall" made up of heavily armored cavalry was galloping forward, its thick plate armor reflecting silvery beams of light, even dazzling under the moonlight.

On the other side, the Yan soldiers who were firing their guns quickly scattered and ran to the left and right to avoid being knocked to the ground by this "wall".

But escaping the impact wasn't their only option; behind them, reinforcements were already setting up light field artillery on the spot.

Two soldiers held onto the gun emplacement, while a gunner crouched on the ground and lit the fuse.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh".

Other groups of Flame Soldiers, performing the same action, fired dozens of light shells in succession, either in front or behind.

The bronze-colored, cone-shaped shells traced arcs under the moonlight, falling into the oncoming "flying city wall" with a sharp whistle.

In an instant, clusters of dazzling flames burst forth on the city walls, turning the cast-iron helmets covering the heads, the heavy plate armor encasing the chests, and the dark black warhorses covered in soft armor into blooming flowers of flesh and blood.

A deep red mist gradually filled the air.