The Bearman warrior looked at the still-smoking "iron rod" in his hands, then at the distant puddle of mangled flesh whose original shape was no longer recognizable, and turned blankly toward Commandant Chen.
Commandant Chen gave him a thumbs-up.
"Good work. Next."
Those words were like a switch, instantly igniting every Half-Orc's enthusiasm.
They no longer followed passively behind. Instead, they gathered in groups of three or five, carrying all sorts of "fire-spitting sticks," and charged toward the still-smoking shell craters with wild cries.
They searched for any Demon Clan members that might still be moving.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
"Ratatatat!"
Gunfire rang out one burst after another, accompanied by the Half-Orcs' rough shouts.
"I hit it! I hit that leg that was still twitching!"
"Bullshit! That was clearly my shot! You hit the rock beside it!"
"Stop arguing! Watch me use this big fellow!" A Minotaur warrior ostentatiously hoisted a Man-Portable Rocket Launcher onto his shoulder and pulled the trigger, aiming at a relatively intact Demon Clan corpse in the distance.
"Whoosh-boom!"
Amid the flash of the explosion, the corpse flew into the sky along with the scorched earth around it.
The Minotaur warrior stared dumbly at the destruction he had caused, then beat his chest excitedly, letting out roaring moos.
These primitive warriors, who had only just been filled with awe toward modern weapons, quickly became addicted after personally experiencing this "reasonable" method of physically sending enemies to the afterlife.
Just then, at the edge of a huge shell crater ahead, the earth suddenly burst apart!
"Roar!!!"
A monster over five meters tall, covered in thick, dark red carapace and resembling an upright monitor lizard, shot out of the ground!
Its body bore only a few moderately deep scorch marks. Clearly, it had survived that terrifying artillery barrage.
It