Usually —— when encountering a human merchant convoy, the hired guards, armed with hand crossbows and swords, would be pale and distressed, either staring at the Beastman Cavalry or fleeing. The fat, cowardly merchants would hide in the wagon, clutching their money boxes and shivering, praying to the Mother Goddess to protect their wealth and lives. After the defensive line was broken, everything would be at the mercy of the Beastman warriors —— this was a common scenario that the Beastmen were accustomed to.
Trenches, barbed wire fences, machine guns, semi-automatic rifles, and curved-shell artillery constructing an unyielding iron wall were not within the conventional knowledge of any warriors of this world.
It was —— an unprecedented hell.
