Samal was on top of one creature, using his rifle, pressing its throat from behind. As he struggled with it, the arms sprouting from the creature's back couldn’t reach him. The two got out of cover, and Samal noticed another creature looking at him. The balls on its back arms glowed, and they were still struggling with it. He could turn just in time for the ice lance to pierce its chest, only an inch away from his body.
He had no time to feel relieved as another creature was preparing to shoot, giving him just enough time to get his rifle and jump behind cover. The young A-Dam man wiped the sweat off his face, reloaded his rifle, and saw a squad member of his trying to retreat and get a piece of ice straight through his leg.
‘Cover me!!!’ Samal shouted.
He ran toward his squadmate and dragged him to the last cover set while his injured squadmate kept shooting at the creatures. Their only luck was that they needed to stay still for a time before shooting, which made intercepting their attacks easier. However, their numbers were too much for the squad to handle.
‘Kurt, where are they? We are going to die.’ Egor shouted.
‘I’m looking for their signal; when they entered, it scrambled everything.’ Kurt ?wiggles the buttons and knobs on his device.
Egor looked at the darkness behind him and to the sides as his men were ?cornered. Most of them were injured in some capacity but were still fighting for their lives. That made him realize that this was it; everything had happened so fast, and they now had no way of retreating, no cover inside the caves, and they were too far from the nearest room on the wall.
‘I got it!!! Angel 3-6, this is 3-3; we are on our last legs.’Kurt ?spoke.
‘Don’t worry, 3-3, we already see you; be ready for some loud noises.’ Bartel’s voice came through the radio.
?Four bright lights shone from behind them, and Ethan heard the familiar sound of Edmund's new weapon—two of them. Their effect was immediately apparent as one shot pierced one creature and another behind it. The weapons were fast, sweeping through the entire battlefield and confusing the creatures, like when the first rail cannon was shot.
‘1-3 to the left, 2-3 to the right. I will reinforce 3-3. Go! Go! Go!.’ Bartel shouted on the radio.
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The backs of the two trucks opened, and soldiers jumped out and ran towards the first line of cover while shooting at the creatures they saw. It wasn’t hard, as they had heavy support from truck A-HM1. The heavy automatic magic rifles were strong but had little ammunition, so after the first spray and the soldiers got to cover, they were more precise with their shots.
‘Good job, Egor; you held the line.’ Bartel tapped Egor’s back.
‘I thought we're goners, sir.’ Egor let a relieved laugh out.
He nodded at the sergeant and positioned himself at the edge of the cover.
‘Overwhelm them with firepower and push forward, NOW!!!’ He got out of cover and shot at one creature.
Every soldier did the same, overwhelming the creatures with an exorbitant amount of blue beams as they advanced. The creatures ignored the soldiers and focused only on the trucks with their magic, making them vulnerable targets.
‘Are we going to be fine?’ The driver looked to the soldier by his side.
‘Yes, our shields can handle this kind of punishment; every power we have now is only for the shields and lights.’ The soldier smirked.
‘So what am I even doing in the driver's seat?’ The driver noticed the truck touching the ground as numerous magic projectiles hit them.
As they continued to advance through the darkness, the flashlights, the beams, and the light coming from the explosive rounds revealed an end to the wave of monsters in their way; only Egor, Ethan, and Kurt remained from the squad; the rest was down in the back; they were absorbed into Bartel’s team, continuing to press on.
There was a price to pay for their advance; many were injured on the squads, but nothing that could incapacitate them. Sometimes, a melee was seen in the middle of the battle as one creature hid behind cover, waiting to get its enemies by surprise, but every time it was shot, it lived, as they were taller and broader than the soldiers. It made it easier to shoot at them when they started close combat with one of their squad mates.
‘They are at their end, gunners; give everything you got.’ Bartel gave the order via radio.
The A-HMAs on top of the trucks went full auto and sprayed the frontline. The blue light show came with the strenuous sound of each weapon shot. As the soldiers moved forward, finishing off the downed ones, they were overwhelmed by the firepower being thrown at them.
Going cover to cover, Ethan followed Egor and Bartel, taking shots at the enemies he could find, only for that same creature to be hit by two other shots or a spray of the heavy magic rifle on the trucks. He wasn’t complaining; he was smiling more than anything at what was happening.
Time had slowed; every soldier thought they were fighting for hours, but only minutes had passed. With all the explosions and injuries caused by the magic the creatures employed, the soldiers were afraid to push, but it was like they had a hand behind their backs, making them go forward.
The battle finally ended when they reached the end of the debris and encountered the rest of the vast hallway in darkness. As they pointed at it, the darkness was ready to drown out the light. Bartel got the radio from his communication operator.
‘Command, this is Bartel; mission accomplished, over.’ Bartel spoke with a serious tone.
'Good to hear from you, Lieutenant. What is your situation? Can you continue? Over.' Alon’s voice came from the radio.
‘Negative, too many injured, and we need to get debris out of the way before advancing over.’ Bartel looked around, seeing his man pointing their rifles toward the darkness.
‘No problem, come back, over and out.’ Alon’s voice seemed relieved.
‘Alright, everyone, let’s go back, help the injured, and go home.’ Bartel shouted.
