The enemy's heavy weapons, which just now for some reason, seem to be infrequently unusable.

And now, those unknown heavy weapons are beginning to play their role again!

No one here knows what is going on, and no one on this battlefield will know more about what is going on on their unknown enemy's side.

The captain of the infantry here, led the soldiers on the side, and quickly hid behind the original stone flower bed.

The infantry captain looked fearfully into the distance, where the enemy had placed their heavy weapons under a canopy and continued to attack targets elsewhere......

On the side, near and far, the enemy has occupied the buildings that were originally uninhabited.

The battle continues.

The enemies in the buildings continued to shoot elsewhere, and a little farther away, many heavy weapons were also ringing continuously.

In the distance, there are constant shouts of friendly troops - they are constantly falling, being wiped out by each other, little by little......

Here the Rotisetitians began to quickly lose their advantage on the battlefield.

"It's too strong...... We...... There is no way to ......" The infantry captain sat down wearily behind the stone flower bed, he shook his head slightly, looked at the few panting soldiers on the side, and then said helplessly, "Our tactics ...... If only with tactics...... There's no way to defeat them!"

"Perhaps...... What else could be done?" asked one of the soldiers next to him.

"No...... No more......," the infantry captain leaned wearily against the flower bed behind him, "I don't know why, the other side didn't attack with all his strength just now, and now it's starting again...... It doesn't look like a tactic...... Maybe it's because of the weapon...... However, as for why ......"

Speaking of this, the infantry captain spread his hands helplessly.

"Their weapons, to us, are completely unknown...... "the captain of the infantry continued, "they know too little about our team...... Too little ......"

"Indeed, their weapons are indeed powerful...... But...... Wars are not fought entirely by weapons. The soldier next to him said to the somewhat disappointed infantry captain.

"Indeed, weapons are only part of the battle that determines the outcome of the battle, and it is not the whole ......," the infantry captain said, picking up the water bottle, taking a sip of water, and continued, "But our enemies are so strong that we can ignore other battlefield factors! We can't stop them at all...... Our tactics can only determine the length of time to delay the opponent...... Nothing else, nothing can be changed...... In this battle, we have almost no advantage!"

"Do you have to retreat? But...... Our city...... What should I do?!......" the soldier on the side asked the infantry captain.

"It's no longer a question of retreating or not retreating. The captain of the infantry said with some disappointment, "Where are we retreating?" the enemy has already set up in various buildings...... We, we have nowhere to run...... Perhaps, perhaps, our only hope is for someone to save us...... But ......"

Speaking of which, the infantry captain said no more.

There was a loud bang, and smoke and dust rose from the stone flower beds......

All around, there was the sound of rubble falling to the ground.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, revealing a mess of ruins.

Indeed, the huge technological generation gap has almost become a chasm that is difficult for the Rotisetitians to cross before they reach victory - tactics, terrain, weather, numbers...... After all, it was just a few pinches of sand - these were completely unable to fill the ravines on the road to victory......

It was not the fault of the Rotisetitians, not even negligence—this is their sorrow—they had done their best, and yet in the face of the technology they feared, it was still to no avail......