Paul Celestine looked troubled as he continued shooting every carrier that appeared in his sights. Every bullet caused a grotesque hole by the side of the enemy's head.
A single line formation of soldiers was enough to send a horde of regular carriers to their deaths.
'This can't go on.'
That was what he was thinking upon seeing the dead bodies getting covered up by other carriers. They can't loot the bodies, and there are too many enemies. Usually, the army wouldn't even look at regular hordes like these since they don't give much benefit in terms of experience. A horde like these only cause harm more than anything.
If it were any clearing operations, they could have just turned around and called it a day. If they were in the mood, they could take some time to split the horde into smaller groups before killing them.
However, they don't have time.
And this wasn't any regular clearing operations.
