Tuojin heard the whistle, "Don't enter the forestland!" he shouted loudly—that was the warning signal that the six-barreled machine gun was ready.
As he ran towards the commander, shouting, Tuojin reached out to catch the magazine a soldier threw to him, "Thanks!"
"No need to thank me! The firearm shoots quickly, and also, why shouldn't we enter the forestland? We are pushing back the tide." The old soldier said, while mimicking his rapid shooting—although much slower than Tuojin's movements, at mid to close range his rate of fire was much faster than his comrades'.
"Our machine guns are preparing to strike the edge of the forestland. If you don't want to die by friendly fire, stay away!" Tuojin finished, then arrived behind the commander who was preparing to charge into the forestland again, "Your Excellency! We're retreating!"
"Retreat? Where to?" The noble turned his head, this time without unleashing his roar.
