"Hold steady, hold steady!"
"Everyone form a circle back to back, watch every direction, don't aim, just shoot if there's any movement!"
Lieutenant Robert shouted hoarsely, feeling as if he'd returned to the era of line combat, where comrades fell every moment, unpredictably, and nobody knew if they would be next.
Crack—
Claws tore through the throat of his comrade beside him, blood splattering all over him, as if transforming him again into the red-coated army that battled Napoleon fiercely and shook Europe.
An armored infantryman raised his magic energy firearm and pulled the trigger.
Boom—
Countless steel pellets shot out from the barrel, forming a barrage instantly, covering all directions ahead, erupting into a blood rain, and sending a Texas werewolf flying backward.
