Ratatat...
The sound of machine guns continued to rattle.
Clang clang clang...
The bullets' hit rates were not very high, but with enough guns, shooters, and bullets, even a low hit rate could riddle a single target like a hornet's nest.
Countless bullets hit the General Mecha, causing sparks to fly like rain.
But the charge of the General Mecha did not slow down in the slightest, for the sparks that sprayed were from the shattering of the bullets themselves.
A squadron of imperial apes, their magazines emptied in their barrage, barely had time to reload before the General Mecha charged in with Ji Xinghe's ruthless assault.
The spear in his hand was not raised but dragged behind him.
Facing ordinary imperial soldiers in conventional-grade armor, Ji Xinghe's most potent weapon was not his tungsten-golden spear, but his General Mecha.
The colossal mecha traveling at ninety kilometers per hour slammed directly into the imperial apes who were too slow to scatter.