Pulling the trigger down, I sent a wave of scattered shots across my left, covering both the man who fell from the skies and all those behind him with carefully aimed series.
Even though I was now deep within the enemy ranks… the formations have long since shifted from the long lines of people just trying to kill each other.
This battle was never supposed to happen. No one really planned for it… And yet, some sorts of tactics still came into play, forcing me to re-evaluate my opinion of the humans of this world.
As such, while the enemy to my left was pretty well exposed to my line of fire… The same couldn't be said about my right flank. And as if to make matters worse, it was the right wing of my formation that was quickly starting to crumble under the constant pressure of the endlessly expanding line of the enemy.
'Just a little bit longer and they will start to break!'
