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Housen actually wanted to say something very much, he wanted to order his troops to retreat, and he wanted to order his soldiers to disperse, or to crawl down, or something like that.
Unfortunately, by the time he thought of these commands, he found that it was already too late to issue any of them.
The speed of the opponent's attack was just too fast, or perhaps it'd be more accurate to say their killing speed was too fast.
The sporadic gunshots that had sounded earlier were not a provocation or a sign of cowardice, but a method the enemy used to knock out scouting parties and avoid exposing their main forces.
That gun fire, more terrifying than the snores of devils by countless folds, was continuous as if never-ending. The steady 'tat tat tat' had completely crashed his brain.
He saw with his own eyes a soldier have his arm blown off by a bullet, and also witnessed another soldier as a bullet pierced through his head.
