On the bridge, Chi Ling headshots a Musashi VI opposite of them, then charges forward with two Pulao soldiers to cover Qu and then retreat behind the defensive line.
When the three approach, Qu grabs a rifle from a Pulao soldier and empties the clip under the bridge.
Once the gunfire stops, the roar from the Corrupted falls silent.
Qu hands the rifle back to the soldier who is left speechless.
Blowing up the bridge will delay the Corrupted, but we can't drop our guard yet.
Regroup and check each team for damages.
After giving the order, Qu takes the soldiers back to the human frontline below the city wall. The defensive turrets destroy hordes of Corrupted with each volley.
The Corrupted can't even get close thanks to all the suppressive fire from Baxia's turrets...
Suddenly, the blast from a cannon crosses the broken bridge and crashes into the frontline. The soldier is thrown to the ground mid-sentence...
The blast can be seen coming from a Musashi VI that has stopped working, despite still being in a firing position with only its upper body left.
Laying on the ground, the shell-shocked soldier opens his mouth in surprise to see that he is still alive despite being near the impact point.
(Cough)
A mouthful of warm blood falls on the soldier's cheek. He looks up to see that Chi Ling had protected him just now.
However, Chi Ling's left arm is badly burned by the explosion. Blood spills down the corner of his mouth, dripping on the soldier beneath him.
Watching from behind, Qu rushes over.
Medic! Chi Ling needs medical attention.
I'm fine.
Chi Ling raises his right hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and waves at Qu to stop her from calling a medic.
The soldier on the ground quickly gets up and trembles to help Chi Ling lean up against a barrier for cover.
Thanks.
Chi Ling leans back and pats the soldier on the shoulder.
Don't lower your guard on the battlefield. Go, I'm not dying so easily yet.
O-on it!
After the young soldier returns to the defensive line, Chi Ling looks back at Qu.
Enough, Chi Ling.
It's okay. Just a flesh wound. I don't want to retreat from the frontline like this.
Chi Ling takes out his tactical knife from his belt and begins to quickly cut off the charred portion of his left arm.
Nngh... Ugh.
Chi Ling quickly takes a deep breath, then expertly wraps the neatly cut portion on his arm in gauze.
Don't worry, Lady Qu. It'd just get in the way.
You haven't changed a bit.
Hehe, returning to formation.
Seeing Chi Ling's expression, Qu knew in her heart that she could never persuade him to retreat.
Alright, let's get going.