The roar of the two Rotary Shard-Gatlins opening fire at the same time was a sound cataclysm that drowned out the howling blizzard.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-CLACK.
From Casemate Four on the left flank of the salient, and from Casemate Five on the right flank, two nonstop streams of orange fire erupted through the low concrete embrasures.
The shape of the star-castle wall was revealed in its full, devastating perfection.
The two firing vectors didn’t meet head-on.
They came together at exactly ninety degrees, intersecting at the map point stake eighty yards in front of Bastion Four.
In the exact apex of that right-angled vortex stood Chieftain Ymir-Krag.
At a cyclic rate of six hundred rounds per minute per gun, twenty four-inch stamped steel flechettes were sped up from each battery every second.
