"It seems these monsters from another world are nothing special."
"Exactly. I killed four of them just now."
"I killed five."
"So I'm better than you."
The soldiers smoked, hugged liquor bottles inside the fortress, and took turns resting.
Their spirits were high. At first there had been uncertainty and fear, but after the battle, it had turned into excitement and exhilaration, much like students who had just finished the National College Entrance Examination and received excellent results.
Not a single brother had died, yet they had killed hundreds of monsters. That achievement alone was enough for them to boast about for a long time and earn plenty of rewards and glory.
However, the Fortress Major, who was directing people to clear away and study the corpses, was not so optimistic.
"How much ammunition did we use?" he asked the logistics officer.
"We have roughly 290,000 rounds left. The shells were barely used," the logistics officer gave an approximate figure.
"Just the first battle consumed 60,000 rounds, and all we killed were a few hundred monsters that knew nothing about tactics." The Major's gaze was grave.
"Most of it was used on that Dinosaur Monster at the end. When it closed in so quickly, many soldiers panicked and kept firing desperately, forgetting to use controlled bursts. It was the calm Sniper who found its weakness and took it down. That one monster alone probably cost us several thousand bullets," the logistics officer explained.
"If several more monsters like that came, and they knew how to outflank us, would we still have it this easy?" the Major muttered.
"That's impossible, isn't it? They're just a bunch of beasts, not even as smart as beasts..." The logistics officer stopped as he recalled that cunning Dinosaur Monster. "Well, maybe they're a little smarter