North Outer Wall, FOC Venom.

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With a serious expression, Captain Thyssen and Lieutenant Sean observed the attempt carried out by shooters, gunners, and carabiners to block the advance of ladder carriers. From the huge numbers of the ladder carriers that were eliminated in every second, it was easy to conclude that they were utilizing their best abilities.

Of course, the efforts would also eat a large amount of ammunition. Fortunately, The Logistics and Support Group's personnel could compensate for the speed of the ammunition consumption. They swiftly went back and forth from the ammunition depot towards each outer wall, driving M1152 Cargo that was fully loaded with 1.5 ton of ammunition.

However, no matter how huge the amount of the small caliber that they distributed, without the support of a heavy strike, it would be impossible for FOC Venom to stop the advance of ready-to-die mercenaries numbered more than a hundred thousand.

Even after the fire teams used their carbines to assist the rifle teams, the advance of the ladder carriers remained unstoppable.

"I wonder, what kind of drug did they use?" asked Lieutenant Sean as he looked at the advance of the ladder carriers.

"I also want to know about that," replied Captain Thyssen casually. "But whatever the drug is, it's very effective."

Since the beginning of the offensive, there were no shouts of commands or war cries to raise morale. The mercenaries just kept advancing in silence. The only sound that accompanied their advance was their steady and full of determination footsteps.

When the huge numbers of their comrades fell and didn't wake up again, they didn't stop.

When their comrades' blood turned the ground they stepped on into a bloody mud, they didn't stop.

and

When the bloody mud was fully covered by their fallen comrades, they also didn't stop.

So, it was natural that in the end they managed to reach their objective.

Clank! Clank! Clank! Clank!

One by one, the tip of the iron ladder appeared on the edge of the north outer wall, and its hook immediately pinched the lips of the outer wall tightly. Some iron ladders even appeared right in front of a shooter or gunner.

"Well, finally they arrived." Captain Thyssen then turned towards Lieutenant Sean before continuing, "LT, let the Breaker to welcome our guest."

"Sir."

Wasting no time, Lieutenant Sean spread the order.

Normally, it was impossible to push an iron ladder as soon as it's hook managed to pinch the lips of the outer wall. However, TF Amethyst managed to form a unit that could destroy the hook on the iron ladder effectively.

That unit was The Breaker, recruited from Tuscan Guard's personnel and worked with a format of 4-man team as the smallest cell.

As the both rifle teams and fire teams stepped back from their firing position, the Breaker's personnel immediately approached the iron ladder.

Then, two personnel who were wearing anti-frozen gloves sprayed the freezing spray to the hook on the iron ladder. The freezing spray was exactly the same as the one that was used in the operation to seize Terry Hill. Therefore, it had been proven effective for use on metal.

Next, the users of freezing spray reached for the hammer at their waist, then hit it as hard as possible at the hook on the iron ladder.

Clank!!

It only needed one hit, and the hook on the iron ladder shattered as if it was made of glass.

Wasting no time, two other of the Breaker's personnel equipped with a Y-shaped stick pushed the iron ladder which lost its hook. With ease, the iron ladder was pushed and collapsed to the ground, along with mercenaries who tried to climb it.

Of course, the second, the third, and the next wave of iron ladder continued to arrive at the north outer wall. However, the Breaker's personnel managed to repel them effectively before any climber arrived on top of the outer wall.

"Good, the Breaker executed their job properly." After smiling lightly, Captain Thyssen then gave his next order to Lieutenant Sean, "Give a green for the Molotov Cocktail."

"Sir."

Wasting no time, Lieutenant Sean spreaded Captain Thyssen's second order.

A moment later, Tuscan and Buriek Guards on the north outer wall took out molotov cocktails from some wooden crates. Without any hesitation, they then threw the molotov cocktails towards the ladder carriers at the base of the north outer wall.

With the large number of the ladder carriers at the base of the north outer wall, most molotov cocktails landed on their heads, broke, and splashed the Nouel Biofuel to their body and mercenaries around them.

Therefore, when some torches touched their bodies, in an instant they got burned violently. In a matter of seconds, a sea of fire was formed at the base of the north outer wall.

Molotov cocktails were then thrown away as far as possible from the north outer wall. And with ease, Nouel Biofuel seeped and spread through the ladder carriers's clothes, both those who were still alive or dead and laid on the ground, followed by fire that burned violently.

Crackle crackle crackle!!

In a flash, the sea of fire at the base of the north outer wall widened up to a radius of 50 meters.

However, there were no screams or shouts from the mercenaries. Instead, with a gaze full of determination they ignored the fire that burned their body and kept advancing to the north outer wall. But the fire killed them before they reached the base of the outer wall.

Even so, the next wave of ladder carriers continued to advance and try to break through the sea of fire, without the slightest showing pain or fear. Therefore, the Tuscan and Buriek Guards above the north outer wall continued to throw the molotov cocktail.

"This is madness," said Lieutenant Sean.

"LT, war is basically a madness," replied Captain Thyssen.

"Yes, Sir, but I never see something like this one."

"Me too."

As both Captain Thyssen and Lieutenant Sean sighed in silence, the smell of burning human flesh immediately filled the air, along with a thick black smoke which rose into the sky.

The smell was annoying, but every personnel in FOC Venom realized that the burning smell was much better than the rotten smell from ten thousands of human bodies that were left lying around. So, there were almost no complaints.

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Command Post, FOC Venom.

Almost at the same time, the sea of fire was formed in front of the north, west, and east outer wall.

As he observed the ladder carriers who were trying to pass through the sea of fire in front of the three outer walls, Colonel Glass Said, "No wonder a lot of nobles loved to hire these mercenaries."

"Yeah," replied Major Kimber before she turned to Colonel Glass, "I think it's time for the mortar elements to break their momentum."

"No, let's use molotov artillery."

"Are you sure?" asked Major Kimber with a puzzled face. "Didn't you intend to reserve the Catapult Molotov until our guests send their main unit?"

"Yes, I did. But it seems like their door kicker unit is more troublesome than my initial estimation."

"Understood," replied Major Kimber as she lightly nodded.

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As they were realizing that TF Amethyst was low in ammunition but potential conflict continued to come, TF Amethyst's higher-ups started to explore the possibility of developing a weapon system using local material.

The basic parameters for the weapon system were, it must be easy to mass produce, low in operational and maintenance costs, compact in size and having high mobility, and could be operated by local allies.

One of the options which was then adopted was Molotov Cocktails. It was super cheap because Amethyst Merchant already established a glass bottle factory, and also had abundant supplies of Nouel Biofuel.

Doctrine and mechanism to maximize the effect of the Molotov Cocktail was then designed and led to the formation of Molotov Catapult Company. The first company consisted of four batteries, and each battery was equipped with eight catapults, where all of the members were recruited from Tuscan Guard.

After two months undergoing intensive training at Harley Quinn, the 1st Tuscan Molotov Catapult Company finally got the chance of their first combat deployment.

For two months, they didn't communicate or meet their families, and right after they finished their training they were sent to the front line. Even so, every personnel of 1st Tuscan Molotov Catapult Company cheerfully welcomed their first firing mission.

Fifty meters behind the north outer wall and right next to the Mortar 60 mm firing position, Lieutenant Mahak shouted his order loudly.

"Get your ass moving faster, I want Battery A1 to become the first unit to launch a Molotov Salvo in real combat."

"""Sir!!""

Crew of Catapult Molotovs from Battery A1 firmly replied as they conducted their combat preparation.

The Catapult Molotov had a simple construction, consisting of a tripod, launcher spring, launcher shaft to direct the throw, and a manual mechanism to calculate the impact point. Every single part of it was made of fire-resistant and lightweight systetis material, and could be loaded into a M1152 Cargo along with its crew and five wooden crates of 16-bottle Molotov cocktails.

And most importantly, it had an effective range up to 500 meters longer than footbow, very accurate, and only took three minutes to assemble every catapult.

"Catapult A1-1 is ready."

"Catapult A1-2 is ready."

"Catapult A1-3 is ready."

. . .

. . .

"Catapult A1-7 is ready."

"Catapult A1-8 is ready."

After lightly smiling, Lieutenant Mahak turned to Centurion beside him, "Start the salvo."

"Sir."

Without delay, the Centurion carried out the orders.The impact points were immediately calculated. Then, molotov cocktails that had been lit on were placed on the launcher shaft and the first salvo was launched.

The Molotov Cocktails drew a high arc before landing in its intended target almost simultantly.

Blaarr!! Blaarr!! Bla-bla-blaaarr!!

The first impact point was the border fence that had been torn down. Of course, most of the Molotov Cocktails were not landed on the border fence, but the head of the mercenaries who were passing through on it. In an instant, a blast of fierce fire flared up.

Because the bottle was designed to be

easily broken when falling from some height, Molotov Cocktails that happened to fall on the empty ground were also broken at first impact and immediately created a fire plot.

Systematically and rapidly, the border fence along the border received a salvo of Molotov Cocktails. Followed by salvo from the west and east outer wall, with a point of impact of 2000 meters from the outer wall.

In a matter of minutes, a neatly U-shaped and thick firewall surrounded the north, west, and east outer wall. Even so, the salvo of Molotov Cocktail continued to be launched and only stopped after the trumpet as a signal of the retreat was heard.

Once the flow of the human wave was stopped, the riffle teams and fire teams finally managed to sweep clean every mercenary that was trapped between the firewalls.

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