Though Guk was furious, he had not completely lost his head. He did not charge straight for Bloodfang Fort. Instead, he first went to Blackstone Fort to gather the guards and boys, then brought along the Big Gun before rushing over.
He dared to do this because of the camps scattered across the wilderness. The moment Bloodfang Fort came under attack, the nearby camps began sounding warnings. Large numbers of boys swiftly gathered and, led by their bosses, rushed toward the battlefield.
Though these forces were not enough to drive back the enemy, they could hold them down and buy time for him to gather his troops.
Now, he had arrived with a belly full of rage.
"Set up the Big Gun!"
The moment Guk's banner appeared, every boy of the White Hand Tribe was filled with fighting spirit. But he did not rush into battle. Instead, he had the mekboys get several Big Guns ready.
He looked out over the battlefield and noticed the surging lines of fire. This tribe had boys who could breathe fire, but it was not some special ability—they relied on the crude flamethrowers strapped to their backs.
The dark-red beast spewed scorching, pungent breath. Its huge diamond-shaped head snapped at the air and swung from side to side, as if deciding which direction to attack first. But that decision was not its own. It belonged to the master standing atop it, to the whip in his hand.
"Fire over there! Hit 'em hard!"
Guk pointed at several Burna Boyz clustered together. The mekboys immediately sprang into action, securing the cannon mounts on their wheels and stuffing gunpowder and cannonballs into the barrels.
BOOM~~!
The continuous thunder of cannon fire left the assisting Snotlings reeling. Guk craned his neck to inspect the results of the