Boom—!
Early morning.
Shells rained down one after another, sending billowing dust into the air from the center to the south of Pine Grove Valley.
Watching the smoke-choked high ground two kilometers away, Bear Fang held his binoculars and let out a cold laugh, then waved a hand forward.
Seeing this, the centurion waiting eagerly nearby immediately chambered his rifle and called to the brothers behind him.
"Brothers, follow me!"
The raiders raised their rifles and howled excitedly.
"Cut off their heads!"
"Awoo, awoo, awoo!"
Though he shouted the loudest, the centurion did not charge at the front. Instead, he wisely sent several decurions and their men ahead first.
The roughly 120-man force split into three echelons—left, center, and right. Each echelon consisted of four ten-man squads, advancing swiftly under the cover of the pine forest.
According to earlier intelligence, a Deathclaw was lurking in this pine forest. The brothers stationed at the northern outpost had heard its roar.
Everyone kept their eyes wide open. Even though their artillery had blasted the enemy position to kingdom come, they did not dare lower their guard in the slightest.
Meanwhile, on the position that had just been plowed by artillery fire, two little players slowly poked their heads out of the trench.
"Damn... my ears are practically deaf." Picking at his ears, Silver Sword spat out a mouthful of dirt-filled saliva and cursed.
Silver Dad, crouching beside him, craned his neck to look outside while his mouth kept moving.
"How many shells did they fire just now? Did you count?"
Silver Sword thought for a moment.
"No idea... around twenty?"
Silver Dad curled his lip.
"Tch, poor bastards!"
They stopped after only twenty shells.
Why not drop two hundred on us if they had the guts!
Weaklings!
Although the previous barrage had