A trench at the front line.
The intense gunfire crackles like beans frying, occasionally accompanied by the muffled sounds of cannons.
Since dawn, the battle has suddenly become fierce.
The pseudo-army on the other side is manageable. Despite their numbers, their poor military quality and low morale render them nothing more than a bunch of civilians with guns, posing little threat to the frontline soldiers.
The greatest danger comes from those Barbarians.
These Barbarians today seem to have gone mad, attacking frantically.
"Dada Dada…" A machine gunner operates a high-angle dual-purpose machine gun, furiously firing at a fast-moving figure.
The dense bullets whip past like lashes, quickly piercing through the dilapidated buildings on both sides.
The rapidly moving Barbarian explodes into a sudden cloud of blood mist, his body split into two.
A low cheer arises in the trench.
"Damn, finally took one down!"
"Quick, quick, change the ammo belt."
