Tanks broke the distant clusters.
Machine Gunners flattened the front.
Guardian GIs punished the piles.
Snipers erased anything special enough to be annoying.
Army Soldiers and Conscripts killed what crawled too close.
The Missile Infantries couldn't even shine properly in this bloodbath. The killing efficiency was too high, and using missiles to kill what was already dead was nonsensical.
Let these fuckers enjoy it first! We'll see who you'll call for when the going gets rough!
The same thought flashed to every Missile Infantry as they watched a boring drama unfold through their HUDs.
Meanwhile, the red tide kept feeding itself into the line until its numbers dwindled to the core.
The Hellhammers had long stopped firing at the hive.
Its last wail could be felt from far away. And once it died, the HMTs no longer bothered themselves with it.
Rather, they focused on the incoming infected.
