At this moment, in the eyes of a general, an enemy soldier clad in "medieval armor" stood up, only to be hit by several bursts of bullets from Carter's troops on their armor. Yet, they seemed unfazed, picking up their guns to retaliate.
Moreover, it was now a one-on-one confrontation. Carter's group army, whose troops wore the latest American body armor, could not withstand a single casual shot from a soldier in "medieval armor."
They were instantly intimidated.
Following this, the general directly broadcasted across the radio frequencies in a frenzy, "The enemy are trans-temporal warriors! All frontline soldiers, retreat immediately!!"
The probing troops that had gone ahead would have undoubtedly discovered these oddly dressed soldiers. They were seemingly impossible to kill. After several shots, the enemy continued firing at them as if nothing had happened, while their own men fell like leeks.
"What's the point of fighting this?" A soldier frantically firing at the front line, upon seeing this, turned and fled.
Naturally, as one soldier ran back towards their own lines, a second, then a third followed.
Instantly, the frontline troops had completely routed and returned.
Of the nearly two thousand scouts sent out, only three to four hundred returned. The enemy, however, did not pursue and suffered no casualties.
Carter, witnessing this scene, was utterly stunned.
Meanwhile, on Chen Fan's side.
Seeing the commander of the first regiment return, Chen Fan asked, "How did it feel?"
The commander of the first regiment immediately replied, "I've never fought such a comfortable battle. An overwhelming victory. We didn't suffer a single casualty."
The commander of the first regiment said excitedly.
Upon hearing the commander of the first regiment, Chen Fan was relieved.
After all, this was the outcome Chen Fan desired the most. This was the deterrent power of the new weaponry.
Meanwhile, chaos erupted on Carter's side. The soldiers fleeing from the front lines were frantically describing to their comrades how terrifying the "medieval armor" clad soldiers were, as if they were invincible. This deeply frightened those in the camp who had not yet faced them.
Carter also heard the morale of his troops wavering and became troubled.
Chen Fan, already at a disadvantage on the battlefield, was now digging extensive trenches within the Middle Eastern African and Imperial cities.
The purpose of this was to ensure that even if the city fell, the trenches would impede the initial onslaught of Carter's group army.
As Chen Fan and his men dug trenches, they piled the excavated soil and debris behind the old city walls of Middle Eastern Africa and the Empire, thus reinforcing the old walls to better withstand the assault.
Currently, within the cities of Middle Eastern Africa and the Empire, Chen Fan's rear three regiments were furiously digging trenches.
Meanwhile, Carter's group army.
They were already deeply shaken by Chen Fan's new forces from Sector Seven.
Even Marshal Carter himself felt that the soldiers from Middle Eastern Africa and the Empire were trans-temporal warriors.
The generals of Carter's group army, who had long been fighting in the Middle East, had never encountered such new equipment and weapons.
Their own men, even after intense firing, would only fall to the ground before getting up to fight again.
This unprecedented situation had indeed shocked the ranks of Carter's group army to a new level.
Concurrently, meetings were being held within Carter's group army.
"Do any of you generals have a solution to break this deadlock?" Marshal Carter himself asked, his face grim.
The assembled generals all shook their heads.
Despite their prowess in the Middle East, none of these generals had ever witnessed such combat. The vanguard forces could not even defeat a single enemy soldier, while their own casualties were heavy.
They could let the enemy retreat happily. Whether heavy weaponry would be effective was unknown.
However, at this moment, it was no longer important to Carter's group army.
In the eyes of the generals of Carter's group army, even heavy artillery fire seemed useless.
The generals felt that even a heavy bombardment of Chen Fan's forces with heavy artillery might not injure these "medieval armor" clad warriors. The generals, including Marshal Carter himself, were not necessarily fearful, but rather uncertain about the resilience of these "medieval armor" clad warriors against artillery fire.
Seeing that no one was willing to speak, Marshal Carter's expression grew even heavier.
"Gentlemen, are there truly no countermeasures?" Marshal Carter asked again.
The generals below all shook their heads.
Seeing this, Marshal Carter felt a pang of distress.
After all, these soldiers were borrowed from various friends. If their attempt to seize Middle Eastern Africa and the Empire failed this time, General Carter himself would not be able to afford such a substantial aid of weapons and ammunition.
"Launch a full-scale assault!" A general attending the meeting suddenly declared.
"If we launch a full-scale assault, what if our troops cannot even get past their city gates?" another general beside Carter countered.
"However, we currently have an overwhelming numerical advantage. It would be unwise to attack rashly. But we can send small-scale forces repeatedly for continuous harassment. These magical troops will eventually tire." The initial general suggested again.