Tell me, how was that feeling? Did it feel good? Did it make you want to throw up?

Rifles and Gatling guns roared again, stopping the horde of the dead, whose movements had clearly slowed, at a distance of fifty paces.

As time went on, the army, which had been slightly thrown into disarray by the surprise attack, gradually regained its footing. Riflemen, Gatling gunners, and grenadiers worked together to show the dead what the "era of firearms" was all about.

After several rounds of fierce fighting, the undead, mainly orcs, began to retreat, a move that excited the riflemen of the Da Yuan army.

After firing nearly a hundred rounds, the rifleman's shoulder was already red and swollen. The Type 3 rifle, with its large caliber, was powerful, but its recoil was also astonishing.

"Uncle Wu, tell them to retreat slowly, but not too far from us. The enemy isn't retreating; another legion of the dead is coming!"

Qin Mo did not let his guard down when he saw the enemy retreating, because he sensed another legion of the dead approaching from a distance.

This legion of the dead, mainly composed of cavalry, was larger in number. This time, they made no attempt to conceal their presence and charged straight towards the infantry formation of the main army.

The enemy began to circle around the Da Yuan army at a distance of two hundred paces from the infantry formation, constantly appearing within the firing range of the Da Yuan army's archers, and then immediately turning away.

Cavalrymen and their horses kept falling. It was all too common for horses to stumble when using this kind of cavalry harassment tactic in the dark.

On a rainy night like this, a well-trained senior officer rifleman can blindly fire at a target within a hundred paces by following the guidance of a torch, but beyond a hundred paces he is powerless, and the bullets will go astray.

"Your Highness, the men are already exhausted; this is going to wear them down!"

"What the hell! There are so many easy targets, why do you have to come and gnaw on this bone? Are you all mad dogs?"

What Qin Mo didn't know was that just now, someone from the Russian coalition had asked the same question.

"Hamof, why do you insist on attacking those troublesome enemies? The Great Xia camp has many weaknesses. You can lead us in and wipe them out."

"Then what?"

“…”

“Miradov, haven’t you realized that even if we break through the Great Xia’s camp, we will still have to face these enemies in the end? Do you think we can kill all 20,000 of them with 100,000 men?”

“…”

Miradov understood Hamev's meaning: even if the Russian coalition wiped out the Xia army, how many men would be left? Could they still defeat the Yuan army?

"If we cannot defeat this army, we will inevitably be defeated by them in the end!"

"In this rainy night, their visibility is limited, and they are already very tired. The bowstring will break if it is held taut for too long. This is our only chance!"