"What's the point of sending those useless gits!?"
Grak had been extremely irritable since the battle began. Every time he looked toward the fiercely raging battlefield in the distance, he itched to charge in and have a proper fight, but Guk stopped him each time with a round of punches and kicks. Before the battle had even begun, Grak's face was already black and blue.
"Idiot, in a hurry to eat cannonballs?"
Guk muttered as he held binoculars in his right hand and continued observing the smoke-shrouded battlefield. With his left, he reached into the jar held by a nearby grot, grabbed a slimy underground fish, and stuffed it straight into his mouth.
All his trusted subordinates had gathered around him, noisily arguing. This time, Guk's aaagh had come out in full force, holding nothing back. After spending nearly twenty days, he believed he had brought almost every boy from the entire wasteland here.
There were too many boys present to count. At the very least, as far as his eyes could see, there was no color besides green.
That also created some trouble for his attack arrangements. This terrain could not accommodate so many Orks. The natural barriers to the east and west compressed their numerical advantage; forcing everyone forward in a single swarm might not directly crush the humans' defenses.
Before the attack began, Guk could not be sure how far the humans' resistance would go, or whether they had some other cunning tricks up their sleeves. But now, it seemed...
"Not much."
When Guk lowered his binoculars, every Ork shut up. Two guards walked before him and unfolded a thick piece of leather from either side. Simple patterns had been drawn onto it in black lines.
Taking an unspent piece of charcoal from the grot, Guk added