They rushed to the position in a panic.
Veteran pulled out his binoculars and glanced across the field. Catching a vague glimpse of the person who had arrived, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Good.
It was Wo Zui Hei.
Looks like the Storm Corps had come this time.
Compared to those reckless brutes from the Death Corps, this bunch would at least know how to put on a show.
A little over a hundred people lay prone five hundred meters away. Using the uneven slopes as cover, they dug individual foxholes with shovels, planning to dig their way forward as they went.
Seeing his brothers acting so earnestly, Veteran decided to show some real skill as well. He turned to Beaufort beside him and gave a stern order.
"Don't fire yet. Wait until they get closer!"
"Yes, sir!"
Beaufort nodded as he accepted the order, but he couldn't help complaining inwardly. Who was it yesterday that had started blasting away from a mile off?
But just as he relaxed, he saw the boss kick the machine gunner in the ass.
"Move aside. I'll do it."
The machine gunner froze for two seconds, then hurriedly stood up and yielded the only heavy machine gun in the entire hundred-man unit.
Seeing the boss about to take over the machine-gun position again, Beaufort didn't know whether to laugh or cry and tried to talk him out of it. But before his hand even touched Veteran's shoulder, two bursts of gunfire rang out.
Two plumes of dust sprang up in the distance.
Beaufort stared blankly at his superior.
"...Sir?"
Looking at the smoking barrel, Veteran coughed and said awkwardly.
"Ahem... I was just testing the feel. It went off by accident."
Then he glared at the machine gunner beside him.
"Why wasn't