Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

Before Sang Zixin charged up the slope, he had already prepared himself for the likelihood of perishing. On the other side of the slope, there would undoubtedly be many Chaos forces; he and his soldiers had to withstand various firepower, rushing down the wall slope that had collapsed due to shelling, into the array of Chaos. Before dying, it would be best if they could take one down with them.

That would be ideal, but usually, the fate awaiting the first warriors is to be mowed down by a barrage of bullets.

But at least, the Thanans were ready to die heroically and never surrender to the dogs of Chaos!

Therefore, when Sang Zixin charged up the slope holding the battle flag, what he saw was a sparse number of Chaos below. These Chaos, battered by artillery, couldn’t even stand upright, with many more lying on the ground, drowned in the blood they spilled due to the shrapnel—was this the effect of methodical bombardments? When the enemy believed the opposing infantry was about to storm the city and chose a position on the reverse slope to prepare their defense formation, hitting them in this area with artillery... truly achieved remarkable results indeed.

The veterans in the battle group leapt over the slope, charging down with bayonets and bullets, taking down those still resisting. One veteran checked the Chaos corpses: "No plague mutation!"

No plague mutation meant these were not Nagoth’s Chaos, at least there was no need to die in battle with masks.

"Move! Kid! You’re blocking the fire platform from entering the city!" As the soldiers rushed over the slope, a quadrupedal fire platform also climbed up, the gnome operating the platform poked their head out, yelling at Sang Zixin who was still on the slope.

Some young men, at a loss, stumbled and bumbled down the slope. While the lucky youth marveled at the changes in war, his old veteran company had already seamlessly formed into squads clearing the nearby ruins. The veterans, now equipped with shotguns and semi-automatic weapons, dragged one terrified Chaotic Believer after another out of the ruins and then bayoneted them to death.

We don’t need prisoners; the best fate we can offer Chaos is death, eternal death, nothing else.

While advising himself to lay aside any so-called conscience, Sang Zixin watched a veteran brutally smash a teenage Chaotic Believer to death with the butt of a gun.

We face life-and-death enemies, these slaves of Subspace and their masters almost destroyed a civilization that had escaped its homeworld; they and their masters are the eternal enemies of every Thanan.

And the archer squad climbing a half-collapsed bell tower provided Sang Zixin with intel—enemies were coming down the street on the left, although they were too far away to identify.