“Quick. Get some batteries for them!”

The Prime Squire in the back line sprinted with a pack of battery in their arms. They ran with bullets wheezing above their heads. The distance was quite far since the monsters were constantly being pushed back. Tightening the battery in their arms, they gritted their teeth and reached the Prime Soldiers. Quickly, they pulled a lever behind the armor, and a small compartment for the battery popped out. With strength, they yanked the battery out and replace them with new ones.

Some panicked and drop the battery to the ground. The Foulclaws almost killed them for that delay.

With a new battery, the Prime Soldiers turned to life again and they started a massacre. The soldiers seemed angry as they tore through the ranks of monsters with their long blades gleaming. Covered with blood and innards, the Prime Swordsman cut limb after limb. Their swords rising and falling, before they retreated.

It was time for the switch. The assistant had long been gone after they completed their task.

The long-range team sprinted to the front line, firing their BC-79 with stabilized accuraccy. As the two team met, they switched their weapon and swapped place. The switch let the monsters closed in on the supplies, but the new team pushed them back again. The long-range team raced to the magic bulls and hurried to climb them.

After they were in positions, they shelled the monsters with powerful shots.

“This plan work,” Goras said. “But I don’t think we can’t keep this up. Our men can still be tired even with the armor.”

Balmar nodded. “You’re right. We can’t keep this up. Maybe we should do a rest period rotation.”

“I have a better idea. Look over there.” Goras pointed towards a towering circular rock.

“We should climb that rock that way we can defend our position only in one direction.”

Goras frowned. “The only way to climb that rock is through the steep hill. Not to mention it was quite a distance away from us. And if we failed to defend that spot, there is no way to escape since there is only way in and out.”

“It’s better to put our force in one direction. We can do much better in that situation with our weaponry.”

“The problem is how to get there. We need to cut a straight path through a large horde of Foulclaws and then fight them off while we climb the steep hill.”

“I have a plan. I believe we can go there if we fight for a few days. As long as we have food, our army would have enough energy to fight for a while.”

“That’s a problem. We don’t bring any food.”

“You’re serious?” Goras said. “I thought you were joking! Damn! We’re going to starve to death before these beasts could kill us. If that is the case, then we don’t have any time to waste.”

“What’s your plan?”

“We’ll let the Prime Soldiers protecting the caravan in a circle and pushed through.”

“Reloading, and replacing the battery will be hard while we are on the move,” Balmar said.

“I know. But it’s better than staying here.”

“Let’s do it, then.”

He send the messenger to the captain. This time, he told them to use the birds since the enemy was not the cultivators. They were beast. How would they know how to sabotage the communication?

Goras coordinate the caravan. He told the coachmen and the Prime Squire about the plan. And they prepared themselves for what was about to come.

After everyone understood the plan and made preparation, The caravan moved. The magic bulls pulled the wagon and carriages as Prime Soldiers rode on their back, providing support fire.

The close-range team moved along with the caravan, carefully protecting it and not letting any monsters slipped by. The movement gave the Prime Soldiers a hard time. They clumsily fell when they had to follow the caravan while fighting the monsters. The other soldiers helped them quickly.

Even so, casualties started to appear. One Prime Soldier fell down and a bunch of Foulclaws savagely bit on the armor. The teeth sank into the battery, rendering the armor useless and it wasn’t possible for the soldier to get out of the armor since he fell on his stomach.

A lot of Prime Soldiers gathered to help, but they must do it quickly because the caravan couldn’t possibly stop for them. The caravan was too large for it to move with precise coordination.

The gunner focused their fire on that side. The close range-team protected the others as they flipped the armor.

The armor opened up and the man sprinted towards the caravan.

One armor lost.

It was fortunate that the soldier survived but the lost of the armor was quite a significant loss.

The soldier leave the armor and fixed their formation. No one seemed to realized that if they kept on losing power suit, their firepower would reduce by a notable margin. And if their numbers reduce to half, all hell would break loose.

Continuing their mission amidst the scream and reverberating gunfire, the close-range team called out for a battery replacement. Apparently, there was an indicator inside the helmet to know how much energy they had left. That lack of information could cost the entire caravan.

It reminded him of Hax’s teaching who always point out how important information was.

The Foulclaws hugged each other. Clumping on top of one another. They turned into some kind of green, slimy liquid. The liquid pulled each other like water, and it got bigger as time went.

The soldiers fired at this liquid. The bullets went inside and nothing happened. It was like a giant blob of green lake water.

“What is that?” Goras asked.

Balmar didn’t reply. He set his sight to the blob of water, trying to peer what’s inside. His eyes widened, and he didn’t even realized Goras yanking his shoulder back and forth.

“Balmar. What’s wrong with you.”

“We— We need to be quick. Tell the Prime Soldiers to focus on running. Tell everyone to focus on running.”

“Why? What is that thing?”