The gunfire thinned out.
The Jiepeng infantry crouched behind the jungle hills and rocks, relying on the slope of the hill to hide themselves.
Most of their officers had already fallen behind them. If it weren't for that bloodthirsty, vicious lower-ranking noble threatening them with the harshest language on the regional communication channel, they would have retreated long ago.
They had never seen so many officers fall in battle before. That elusive sniper had cast an unshakable shadow over their hearts.
The fear of having a gun pointed at their heads at any moment felt like an invisible haze gathering from the corpses being sniped, suffocating them. It was a palpable, deathly aura they could feel and smell.
When everyone was charging, they still held onto a glimmer of hope. But when everyone was down on the ground, no one dared to stick their head out and become a target for that damned sniper.
Moreover, there was a Mecha.
