Every day Van'er's group had to train for two to three hours with the new weapon, and even after the training was finished, Van'er had to return to the city wall to continue his old, boring job. One of the men from Van'er's dormitory had signed up for the Flintlock Squad, and now he had a brand-new flintlock and stood behind him to show off the weapon. If it was not for the rules that forbid infighting, Van'er would have already made him shut up.
But he also noticed something was not right.
[Didn't my compatriots join the Flintlock Squad only a few days ago? Yet, they were allowed to directly start their shooting training through fighting against the demonic beasts, but what about our Artillery Squad? We aren't even authorized to shoot a shell. Moreover, the cannons are so heavy that it's actually impossible to transport them onto the city wall,] thought Van'er.
