Another two days passed. After several rounds of skirmishes and clashes, the Grey Feather Species-led troops finally caught up with the main invading enemy force this time.

Crude circular wooden tents were set up on the snow, half buried underground for warmth. Despite being savages, they had some basic survival skills.

As the Grey Feather Species-led troops appeared, urgent horns sounded in the enemy camp, and a large number of wildlings, with strange sounds, charged up the slopes with makeshift weapons. In the snow, they resembled ugly little dots.

"Front row, ready!"

"Fire!" The commander on horseback signaled the accompanying troops, issuing the firing order. A series of smoke puffs rose, and the crisp sounds of gunfire echoed in the valley.

"Huff-huff-huff-"

A wildling, gasping for breath, clambered up the hillside, fingering stones. Many of his like had already fallen behind him. The wildling leaped from the crevice in the rocks, aiming his crude iron knife at the firing members.

Warm blood spread over the snow, melting into a small ditch and pit. Then, several warriors with melee weapons jumped down from the hillside, surrounding the wildling. Several swords and blades pierced his body, kicking him off the cliff.

The battle continued. Although Shilin Mountain Castle's troops had geographical advantages and initial firepower superiority, with the da-da sound echoing in the valley, a series of blood and snow bursts erupted on the hillside. Many gunmen fell and rolled down the slope.

"It's a burst automatic rifle!" Someone exclaimed, wondering how such advanced weaponry appeared in the wildlings' camp.

"Retreat! Fall back to the blind spots where they can't shoot!" Someone shouted within the ranks.

Soon, the combatants shooting from the slope retreated. Despite avoiding casualties, they couldn't stop the wildlings' continuous climb.

"Bring up the machine gun," yelled the Grey Feather Species leader.

"Yes."

With several Grey Feather Species escorting, two carts were pulled up the slope, unveiling two heavy machine guns mounted on tripods.

"Fire!" The command sword swung heavily.

The two machine guns spewed short flames, and a flurry of brass shells flew out, shooting a line of bullets across the slope. Under their sweep, any wildlings approaching were knocked down, some even shattered on the spot.

However, such formidable firepower came with horrific consumption. Just a minute of shooting depleted two cases of bullets. After seeing the wildlings' attack weaken, the leader decisively ordered them to cease fire.

At this moment, combat members poked their heads out to survey below. Everywhere on the slope and camp were dead wildling bodies, and the remaining ones were in disarray, fleeing in all directions.

"Kononi (you, up)!" In the camp, a burly figure with an automatic rifle still shouted, urging the fleeing wildlings to forcibly quiet down and charge the hill again.

Beside him were members similarly clad in thick furs, holding guns. Their bodies were bulky, wearing beast skulls as helmets.

"Darsi (attack)!"

Seeing the fleeing wildlings couldn't be stopped, he simply ignored them, leading his men and shooting up the slope.

Compared to Shilin Mountain Castle's somewhat outdated firearms and rifles, their burst rifles were far more advanced.

Da-da-da sounds reverberated in the valley. While not as incessant as the machine guns, they formed a worrying firepower net. After all, these people were rallied by the Grey Feather Species to expel wildlings, not clash with such firepower.

Despite the Grey Feather Species leader's loud calls, many people began retreating. Only the combat members from Shilin Mountain Castle barely held the line, constantly firing back.

"Machine gun!" Seeing the situation remained unfavorable, the leader disregarded the remaining bullets, ordering to fire again.

"Yes!"

A continuous stream of bullets shot into the valley camp, shattering crude wooden shacks and scattering snow. Many fur-coated warriors were also killed or wounded.

But compared to those mindless wildlings, these fur-coated warriors had a determined, or rather fanatical, fighting spirit. Under their leader's orders, they constantly rolled to dodge bullets, hiding in pits under tents and occasionally popping out to counterattack.

This fighting style made most machine gun bullets miss. After a few more minutes, even though Shilin Mountain Castle's side began conserving ammo and attacking in short bursts, the ammunition eventually ran out, exhausting all four iron cases of bullets brought along.

They had to fight up close. Although the accompanying combatants were timid, Shilin Mountain Castle's forces still outnumbered the fur-coated warriors.

Under the leader's command, numerous members affixed bayonets or directly dropped guns for melee weapons, charging downhill.

By this time, the opponents had also expended a lot of bullets, gunfire sparse. Faced with hundreds of charging, they couldn't muster enough suppressive fire, only sporadically downing a few, inevitably entering close quarters combat.

Axes and swords swung over the snowy battlefield, creating chaos. Even Shilin Mountain Castle's troops didn't have a tidy array or cooperation. When fighting fiercely, they mostly advanced and retreated instinctively.