Bravery is Worthless in the Face of Absolute Firepower

Chapter 119 In the face of overwhelming firepower, bravery is worthless.

"Don't stop! Charge! Once we get close, their weapons will be useless!" Balu waved his giant shield in front of him, blocking a spray of flying debris, and roared as he accelerated his charge.

He was enormous and an obvious target, and he took a lot of shrapnel and explosions, but the terrifying defensive power granted by the mountain giant bloodline meant that he only felt stinging pains and was not seriously injured.

He firmly believed that as long as they closed the distance and engaged in hand-to-hand combat, victory would still belong to the Giant God Tribe.

Under his leadership, the remaining six or seven hundred men unleashed their final ferocity, ignoring attacks from the flanks and overhead, and charged desperately toward the brightest point of the White River Valley army's torchlight.

The distance was rapidly closing, and they could already vaguely see the shields erected in front of the enemy lines and the gleaming spears.

"For the Giant God Division!!"

"kill!!"

The giant warriors let out their final roar, as if pouring all their fear and rage into their next strike.

However, what awaited them was not the swords, spears, and halberds they had imagined.

At the front of the White River Valley army formation, the soldiers holding strange objects made a synchronized throwing motion.

"Throw!"

Accompanied by a short, sharp command.

One hundred and fifty dark grenades, like locusts or a swarm of dead bees, hissed as they burned, tracing dense, short arcs that precisely covered the most densely packed fan-shaped area at the forefront of the assault team.

Among them, Baruna's enormous figure naturally became the primary target.

"What the hell is that?!" A centurion standing to Balu's side and behind screamed in horror.

His answer was a sudden, explosive sound that seemed to tear his eardrums apart – “Boom boom boom boom boom boom”.

The 150 explosions were not entirely simultaneous, but they erupted in rapid succession within a very short period of time. Their sounds and flashes of light were almost continuous, forming a visible wall of death composed of flames, thick smoke, dust, and steel fragments.

"ah--!"

"My eyes!"

"My arm!"

The two or three hundred men at the very front, the fiercest warriors, seemed to have crashed into an invisible, spiked wall of bronze and iron.

The violent shockwave violently blew them away and tore them apart.

Flying shrapnel and sharp iron filings inside created a terrifying metal storm in the crowd.

Severed limbs and broken pieces of weapons and armor were scattered like rain of blood.

Balu was the first to be hit, with at least seven or eight grenades exploding within ten paces of him. The combined impact blasted his giant shield, sending wood chips and metal scraps flying everywhere and creating huge cracks.

His massive body jolted abruptly, as if struck by a heavy hammer. A deafening roar filled his ears, and his mouth and nose were filled with the sweet, metallic taste of blood. Old wounds on his body burst open, and countless new ones appeared. Dark red "blood" soaked through his charred skin.

Their charge was like hitting an invisible wall; the tide of people instantly collapsed, and the entire charge was halted.

Balu's face was contorted with rage, his teeth clenched, and his eyes were bloodshot. He was unwilling to be scared off so easily, after all, the White River Valley's front line was less than a hundred paces away.

If they can break through, they will have a chance to turn the tide.

"Keep charging with me and crush those cowards!" he roared, ignoring the gushing blood, and took another step forward, wielding his tattered giant shield, attempting to lead his still-fragile followers in a second charge.

He believed that such horrific attacks could not continue indefinitely.

At his call, the troops behind them stepped over the corpses in front and followed Balu in another charge. The crowd converged and formed a new "tide" that swept towards the White River Valley front.

At the same time, another wave of grenades, like locusts flying everywhere, descended in an even denser formation.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom!"

The explosions, even more frequent and devastating than the first wave, rang out again.

The flames engulfed the crowd, and countless figures twisted, shattered, and disappeared in the expanding flames and thick smoke.

The screams were completely drowned out by the deafening explosion before they could even be heard.

The charge of the Giant Gods was stopped once again. However, just as the second wave of explosions ended, the third wave of grenades had already passed over Balu's head and landed on the troops behind him who were still trying to charge.

Not only that, the giant eagles also kept dropping bombs, which landed in the latter half of the column. Combined with the explosive charges thrown from the high ground in the distance, the continuous explosions seemed to engulf the entire assault team.

As far as the eye could see, there was only the flames of the explosion and flying flesh and blood.

All I could hear was a loud buzzing sound in my ears.

The pungent smell of gunpowder, the strong stench of blood, and the stench of burning flesh mixed together, making one want to vomit.

Bravery? It becomes meaningless in the face of absolute firepower density.

A roar? It was completely drowned out by the sound of the explosion.

The momentum of the charge? Like waves crashing against rocks, it instantly shattered into pieces, turning into a sky full of blood and foam.

Those who charged at the forefront, those bravest warriors, fell in swathes like wheat stalks cut by a sickle in this storm of metal and fire.

The deafening shouts of battle were completely replaced by desperate screams and groans.

And that sharp buzzing sound made people feel dizzy, terrifying those who were lucky enough to survive the explosion.

They stared at the scene before them, a scene that resembled a slaughterhouse in purgatory, at their comrades who had just charged alongside them instantly turned into minced meat, at the seemingly endless black dots flying in from the enemy ranks—their remaining courage and fighting spirit, like ice and snow under the sun, melted away in an instant.

Fear, like a flood, overwhelmed them, destroying all their courage and fearlessness.

"Run! Run faster!"

"This isn't a battle! It's suicide!"

"I don't want to die!"

Collapse can happen in an instant.

The surviving warriors of the Titans, whether leaders or ordinary soldiers, had completely lost all will to resist.

They dropped their weapons, turned and fled, wishing they had two more legs.

Glory, orders, chieftains—all are insignificant in the face of the instinct for survival.

Balu, who was leading the charge, was forced to tumble backward several times by the bombs dropped by Greyback.

Although he avoided the core impact, when he got up again, he found that his shield was already shattered, and his left arm, which was holding the shield, was a bloody mess and he could not move it.

He turned his head and looked at his fleeing subordinates, at the corpses and limbs scattered on the ground, his eyes filled with unprecedented fear and despair.

They hadn't even managed to fire a single arrow or throw a single spear at the White River Valley lines, yet they had already suffered heavy casualties and were in complete disarray.

This kind of frustration, this one-sided slaughter, is enough to shatter the heart of even the bravest warrior.

"Chief, Chief! We can't get through!" Wolf, his face covered in blood—it was hard to tell if it was his own or his companion's—but one ear was missing. He scrambled to Balu's side, his voice trembling with sobs and utter despair, "Our men—died too quickly! We didn't even get close to them!"

Hag crawled over, dragging a leg with a gaping wound from shrapnel that exposed bone. His face, once cold and cruel, was now filled with boundless fear: "Retreat, Chief! We must retreat while we still can! Otherwise, if they surround us, or if those hairy beasts launch another few attacks—we'll all die here!"

Balu's body trembled violently, not from his injuries, but from extreme anger, heartache, and an uncontrollable, rapidly growing fear.

He looked around. In the firelight, it was like a living hell. Countless people screamed and howled in the firelight, broken corpses covered the ground, and most of the remaining people were fleeing.

In the distance, the army of Baihe Valley was advancing steadily, their neat shield walls and forest of spear tips gleaming coldly in the firelight.

In the sky, the giant eagle was still circling, like the eyes of death.

Continue the charge? That would only send the rest of us to our deaths.

Fight to the death? It's pointless except for letting the last warrior of the Titans fall here.

He knew he had lost, but he couldn't die here.

As long as you're alive, you have a chance to make a comeback.

After all, this is only the main force of their Giant God Division, not their entire strength.

There are still tens of thousands of troops in the rear that can be regrouped and trained. When that happens, he will make Baihe Valley pay the price.

"Chief, over there!" Wolf pointed to the north-west side of the camp.

He had previously observed that the area, being near a steep rock face, seemed unaffected by the continuous explosions: "We can get out from there! Once we're in that rocky gully over there, those big birds and those explosives won't be able to hit us!"

"Retreat—" Balu squeezed out the word through gritted teeth, turned around and retreated into the camp, then shouted for the remaining troops to follow him and flee towards the northwest corner.

The massive body ran, causing the ground to tremble slightly, smashing through burning tents and collapsed fences that blocked its path.

"Retreat! Retreat!" Hag shouted, and the remaining warriors who were fleeing in panic quickly followed, like a pack of jackals following a wounded tiger.

Many soldiers who had been wandering aimlessly in the explosion quickly headed in the direction their leader was fleeing after they saw him.

And so, with the giant-transformed Balu as the spearhead, Hag, Wolf, and about two or three hundred remaining elites of the Colossus tribe, like a turbid wave flowing upstream in a burst dam, desperately rushed toward the western breach that seemed to be the way out.

Behind them, a giant eagle relentlessly pursued them in the air, continuously dropping bombs that landed precisely among the fleeing crowd.

Along the way, there were many sharp arrows that accurately killed their men.

The sound of those crossbow bolts piercing the air was short and sharp, with astonishing force.

Even amidst the chaos, warriors continued to fall silently, their throats and chests pierced by crossbow bolts fired from the darkness.

"Damn it, how can these arrows be so fast!" Hag roared, swinging his scimitar in an attempt to parry.

But the crossbow bolt was too powerful, causing his arm to go numb and almost causing him to drop it.

One of the arrows was so fast that he couldn't dodge it in time and it pierced his shoulder.

"Don't stop! Charge out!" Balu roared. He even grabbed a burning half of a horse carcass and hurled it in the general direction from which the crossbow bolts were coming, temporarily suppressing the enemy's fire.

Boom boom boom—

The bombs dropped by the giant eagle continued to reap the remnants behind Balu.