When that Heavy Armor Sergeant, blasted flying by a single shot, crashed to the ground like a broken doll...
The other Heavy Armor Sergeants originally following behind him, preparing to expand the battle results, experienced an extremely brief stagnation in their steps.
That is the body's instinctive rigidity when humans face a kind of violence that exceeds their cognitive scope.
In the "Spell Jaeger" unit, mages and the Heavy Armor Sergeants who coordinate with them train together.
Therefore, both sides have a clear understanding of each other's tactical and technical levels and equipment performance.
Everyone knows very well that the combat plate armor used by the Heavy Armor Sergeants of the "Spell Jaeger" unit... are all "Pro Max" versions.
This also led to the fact that when the others saw a Heavy Armor Sergeant, trained for years and buffed with [Haste], get "snatched from the air" during a jump-cleave, they were directly stunned.
What the hell, you just one-shot him?
So the remaining 10 people instantly realized that this hunted target, in terms of past battle records and strength descriptions in the pre-operation briefing, might really have no exaggeration at all...
And the long-term living and training together made the "Spell Jaegers" have a very high degree of tacit understanding.
The remaining four Heavy Armor Sergeants didn't even need to communicate; they quickly closed in, charging into the trench along with the surrounding Britannian Expeditionary Force soldiers.
And supporting from a position slightly further back, the six mages, including "Pops," also cast [Blade Ward] on themselves and charged up carrying rifles single-handedly.
While seeing Britannian Expeditionary Force soldiers continuously charging into the trench, Morin also saw four Britannian Plate Armor Supermen jump in, and basically confirmed that this bunch of people came to find trouble with him...
At this time, the distance between the two sides had closed to ten meters.
At this distance, the enemies buffed with [Haste] could chop their greatswords onto his forehead in just over a second.
Morin didn't hesitate at all, raised his muzzle, and pulled the trigger a second time at the guy charging at the very front.
"Boom!"
But this Heavy Armor Sergeant obviously learned from the previous mistake.
The instant Morin raised his hand, he forcibly halted his momentum, utilized the ultra-high agility brought by [Haste], twisted his body violently to the right, and simultaneously blocked the two-handed greatsword in front of him.
"Clang!!"
A tooth-aching metallic bursting sound exploded.
That two-handed greatsword crafted by a magic artisan appeared extremely fragile in front of this slug, instantly shattering into countless fragments.
Although the greatsword blocked the fatal blow, the massive kinetic energy carried by the slug was still not something these "Plate Armor Supermen" could withstand.
"Ugh, ah!"
That sergeant screamed, like he was hit full-on by a running bull. His whole body was blasted off the ground by this shot and flew backward, conveniently knocking down two ordinary infantrymen following behind.
Although he didn't die, his entire right arm holding the sword had been completely broken, obviously useless.
"Damn it! Press up! Press up quickly!"
Seeing the tragic state of their companion, the remaining three Heavy Armor Sergeants not only didn't retreat but were aroused to ferocity.
Although they didn't know why this double-barreled shotgun, which nobles loved to use when hunting, was so powerful, they knew the reloading speed of this thing wasn't fast.
Now was the vacuum period of the opponent's firepower!
Relying on the extraordinary agility brought by [Haste], these three had almost crossed those few meters of death distance the instant their companion flew backward.
Outside 7 steps, the gun is fast.
Within 7 steps, the gun is accurate and fast.
However, under the situation where both engaging parties possessed extraordinary power, this principle might not be completely applicable.
After firing two slugs, Morin had already judged that with the assistance of [Mage Hand], ejecting those two thick shell casings and stuffing in new ammunition could indeed complete the reload before the opponent's greatswords fell.
But letting these Plate Armor Supermen get close was still somewhat risky.
He didn't want to capsize in a ditch, not to mention he had no need to take this gamble.
He wasn't young anymore, it was time to be a bit steadier.
So Morin gave up on reloading, suddenly stepped backward, his whole body like a slippery loach.
At the same time, the three General's Guard soldiers who had been guarding his sides displayed extremely high tactical literacy.
Without Morin needing to give an order, these three burly men, nearly two meters tall and in full plate armor, directly let out a roar, carrying war hammers and Saxon greatswords, and pressed forward.
The two sides completed a textbook-like position swap in the narrow trench.
Morin retreated behind the guards, broke open the barrels of the double-barreled shotgun, raised the gun with one hand, and then reloaded through Mage Hand.
His freed left hand pulled out a palm-sized piece of bull hide from a multi-purpose pouch on the left side of his chest rig.
This was a casting material used for [Enhance Ability] that he specially asked for after hearing the logistics department slaughtered a batch of cattle.
After using his right hand one-handedly with inertia to snap the shotgun's breech closed and complete the reload, the expression on Morin's face became exceptionally focused.
He chanted a section of obscure incantation while his left hand holding the bull hide also made a few gestures. The spell model already constructed in the Tier-4 spell slot was activated.
"Buzz"
The bull hide was burned to ashes by some power and transforming into a cluster of magical streaming light attached to his hand.
Morin's fingers drew three afterimages in the air, accurately pointing one by one on the plate armor behind the three General's Guard soldiers blocking in front of him.
[Enhance Ability] (Upcast Casting)
[You touch a creature and bestow upon it a magical enhancement. When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 3rd level or higher, you can target one additional creature for each slot level above 2nd.]
[Bull's Strength: The target has advantage on Strength checks, and its carrying capacity doubles.]
Almost at the instant Morin's fingers touched, these three Saxon soldiers, already as strong as bears, violently jolted.
They felt a scalding hot current instantly spread through their entire bodies along their spines.
The muscles under the plate armor expanded wildly. The originally extremely heavy full plate armor now felt as light as leather armor when worn.
The heavy war hammers and Saxon greatswords in their hands had their weight drastically reduced at this moment, even making them somewhat unaccustomed.
The eyes of the three General's Guard soldiers instantly became bloodshot, turning entirely red, and a low roar came from their throats.
That feeling of power filling up to the point of almost exploding made them wish they could immediately find a mountain and smash it.
Looking at these three macho men who had been buffed, Morin couldn't help but shout that classic line:
"You're powered up, get in there!"
"Clang!!!"
The two teams of "Plate Armor Supermen" collided together, simply like two armored trains driving at full speed crashing head-on in the trench.
Those three Britannian Heavy Armor Sergeants buffed with [Haste] originally thought that relying on the impact force brought by speed, they could directly smash away these three clumsy "imitators."
After all, according to records of some past small-scale engagements, these heavy armor soldiers of the Saxon Empire were better at guarding important targets rather than fighting head-on with them.
But at the instant the weapons of both sides collided, the expressions on their faces froze.
A terrifyingly immense and irresistible force was transmitted along the broadswords in their hands.
If their power was a galloping wild horse, then the power of these three guys opposite was a frenzied mammoth.
Not on the same magnitude at all!
"This... how is this possible?!"
The Heavy Armor Sergeant charging right in the middle only felt like his wrist was about to break.
The broadsword in his hand and the opponent's Saxon greatsword interlocked at the unsharpened parts of the blades. Not only did it fail to smash open the opponent's defense, but under the effect of the rebound force, it bounced high up, almost flying out of his hand.
The General's Guard soldier opposite, after forcefully taking this blow, was actually as motionless as a rock.
And immediately following, he let out a violent shout, sprinted a few steps, and unreasonably slammed into him just like that.
"Bang!"
That Britannian sergeant, man and armor together, was directly knocked backward several steps by this impact, crashing heavily into the dirt wall of the trench, collapsing a large chunk of the dirt there.
The other two clashes met the same fate.
Under the crushing power brought by [Bull's Strength], so-called techniques and speed became jokes.
A Heavy Armor Sergeant attempting to use nimble footwork to bypass frontal defense—sorry, there simply isn't that much spacious room in the trench for you to bypass...
So after being forced to collide together and lose balance, he was directly grabbed by the edge of the armor on his shoulder by a large hand.
Then, like throwing a little chick, he was swung up single-handedly by that Saxon heavy armor soldier with power so great it was completely inhuman, and smashed fiercely onto the ground.
"Boom!"
Muddy water splashed everywhere. This Heavy Armor Sergeant was smashed dizzy, only feeling his internal organs had shifted.
Relying on will forged through strict training, he almost subconsciously turned sideways and rolled slightly, narrowly avoiding the greatsword fiercely thrust downward by the opponent.
While the Plate Armor Supermen of both sides engaged in a "true men's battle," Morin, who silently retreated behind everyone, did not stop either.
He turned to look at Moritz, who had been guarding at the very back, holding a mace in one hand and a 20-round extended magazine Mauser pistol in the other.
At this time, this General's Guard soldier who lost his heavy machine gun had just used "gun and mace concurrently" to knock down several Britannian Expeditionary Force soldiers charging up—only these units that had recently joined the battle dared to hard-charge Plate Armor Supermen like this.
Morin raised his hand and slapped that seemingly ordinary mace.
Another blue streaming light flashed by.
[Magic Weapon]
That mace, originally just a backup weapon for the "Plate Armor Superman," was instantly wrapped in a faint magical aura, briefly becoming a noble magic weapon.
"Moritz, watch my back! Whoever dares to show their head, crack their skull open!"
"Yes! Lieutenant Colonel!"
Moritz, feeling the change in the weapon in his hand, roared in a muffled voice, a blazing will to battle also igniting in those eyes hidden behind the visor.