The sound of heavy machine guns firing in the night was deafening as red-orange tracers spat out of them in a cascade. Meanwhile, the barbarians' advance guard kept pushing closer and closer towards the Pyro Company.
The soldiers felt their adrenaline pumping nonstop amid the sights and sounds.
"Do these barbarians really think they can break through the defensive line like this?" a Pyro Company soldier murmured. He turned his head towards those heavy machinery covered by celadon tarps as they silently stood guard on the walls.
P5092 watched quietly as the barbarians got closer and closer holding the leather shields in their hands. Next to him, his deputy commander said, "Sir, we can't wait any longer. If we still can't penetrate their shields by the time they get within 300 meters of us, our defensive line will be at risk."
