The assault on Baron Korgan Rask’s forward command stronghold was carried out with the terrifying, exact care of a razor-sharp amputation.
As Arthur Vance, Grimm, Pip, and Titus surged across the white burning lime powder-dusted mudflats, the stronghold’s defensive systems detected the approaching threat.
WUUUUUURRRRRRRR!
Self-running targeting klaxons shrieked along the concrete low roof walls. The six rapid-fire autocannons swiveled all at once. It opened fire in a nonstop, ear-splitting roar of tiny armor-piercing high-explosive rounds.
BOOM-BOOM!
A pouring wall of tiny steel shells tore across no-man’s-land, chewing through the mud at two thousand rounds per minute.
Through the Tri-Sync Mesh, Arthur processed the incoming firing tracking data in zero point one two split seconds.
Titus: Forward Aegis.
