"Maintain formation and follow me. Advance only when you see the signal. Obey commands. If there's anything you want to do, report it first and explain why it is necessary. I'll decide whether we do it. Understood?"
Several hundred meters outside Bronze Fortress in the Northern Wasteland, a squad clad head to toe in heavy armor was reviewing the precautions for entering Bronze Fortress, the last major Wasteland city controlled by the Devil Race. They were immensely muscular, half a head taller than ordinary people, broader even than orcs by appearance, yet still human by race.
Though these matters had already been emphasized repeatedly in the rear, they needed to be stressed one more time at this final moment. There was no such thing as overemphasizing this sort of thing.
Never overestimate people's discipline. Before reality dealt them a crushing blow, people often overlooked the importance of discipline, clinging to a lucky mindset and believing that perhaps they would be fine.
There was no especially good solution to that. Before a problem truly occurred, all they could do was repeat the warnings and hope they remembered as much as possible.
If this operation had not required bringing newcomers along, Arnold would not have needed to waste so many words.
Yes, this was a squad led by Arnold: Biochemical Warriors from the Ukmak Empire, the strongest humans on the Mainland Plane, whose drug resistance talent stood alone among all intelligent races.
There was no other squad on the Mainland Plane that looked like this.
Ever since the allied forces headed north and launched an all-out war against the Devil Race, Arnold had won battle after battle and earned outstanding merits, becoming the warrior who had achieved the most results in the entire alliance.
If Jia Xiu's absurdly overpowered spell was excluded,