Terdun's cannon position.
The interval between cannon shots was growing longer and their accuracy getting worse, and Hong Lingyu, the officer in charge, was very dissatisfied, not hesitating to use his whip.
"How the hell do you not understand?!" an irate little-eyed slave, wearing a smooth leather coat, explained repeatedly without success and cursed at Hong Lingyu, "If there's a burst barrel, then we're all done for!"
For a mere slave to be so impertinent to a warrior was unthinkable, unless he was under the influence of some strange medicine.
But the little-eyed man's status was somewhat special; he was a "house slave" of the fire stoker. In other words, he was the fire stoker's private property, and nobody dared to beat or kill him.
Hong Lingyu's expression turned even darker as he turned to look at the Translator.
The little-eyed slave glared and yelled at the Translator, "Translate that for him!"
