The freezing cold penetrated the woolen trousers, seeping into the skin and bone, causing the half-kneeling soldiers of the Holy Alliance to shiver involuntarily.
Yet, they could not rise even a millimeter, because half-kneeling was the order!
It must be said, since most of Dass's southern army came from the warm southern plains of the Thousand River Valley, they were not very accustomed to the bitter cold of the Thorn Garden's weather.
Especially in such a winter.
Yet they stayed their ground, raised their rifles, and launched a counterattack at the charging Vampire infantry.
Lead bullets whizzed past shoulders and helmets, occasionally sparking off fire.
In places where soldiers dare not turn their heads, the screams of comrades continuously echoed.
Those were the lead bullets of the blood pact rifles, and they had to endure them.
Fortunately, they did not need to endure long.
"Prepare!"
