"Spread out! Line formation! Be careful of their magic attack!"
A heart-wrenching scream louder than the sound of a shell exploding—it seemed impossible. Even for a beastman, the sound from his vocal cords couldn't possibly be louder than the explosion of an 82mm mortar shell, but the Centurion's roar, as he nearly jumped from his horse, managed to drill into his subordinates' ears with a force more powerful than the shell's explosion in that moment.
Solokin set a probable record for pushing the limits of physical capability, but unfortunately, he wasn't aware of it, and there were no dedicated record-keeping organizations present to immortalize his feat.
With bloodshot eyes, he watched as the horsemen began to distance themselves from each other, all the while listening to the rhythmical explosions. Solokin and his subordinates were desperately trying to break free from this unbearable death zone, as feelings of confusion and unease steadily expanded within them.
