Training officially began.
For a while, the scene descended into cheerful chaos.
One Cat-Eared Clan warrior drove an infantry fighting vehicle as though chasing a ball of yarn, nearly tipping it over on a sharp turn and making his companions inside scream in fright.
But amid the chaos, they also displayed astonishing talent.
The Half-Orcs' instincts and reflexes made them perform like veterans in the vehicle commander's seat, locating targets with exceptional efficiency.
Warwick climbed into the cockpit himself. He did not have Alistar's problem with his size.
Under a Great Xia soldier's guidance, he clumsily but earnestly learned the function of every button and lever.
When he used the command system to order the driver to start the sixty-ton steel behemoth, he was thrilled.
He could feel the engine roaring beneath his feet and the ground trembling faintly. He felt as though he had become one with an ancient beast.
"Target, giant rock three kilometers directly ahead. Fire one high-explosive round as a test!" Commandant Chen's voice came through the communicator.
Warwick suppressed his excitement and extended his keen senses outward.
With the help of his clansman serving as gunner, he followed the steps he had learned and locked onto the target.
"Fire!"
Boom!!!
The instant the shell left the barrel, Warwick felt his entire soul shudder.
Through the viewing scope, he clearly saw the house-sized boulder in the distance blasted to pieces in a burst of flame.
The communications channel fell deathly silent, with only heavy breathing audible.
This power...
This was the art of explosions!
He seemed to see a steel army of Half-Orcs rampaging through the Demon Clan's positions, unstoppable!
Training proceeded in full swing.
The Half-Orcs' passion for driving tanks even surpassed their love of roast meat.
Although Alistar could not fit into a tank's