The blades of green grass shook violently.
The 12‑pound iron ball howled as it tore through the night sky, like a shooting star smashing into the outer wall of the Snake-man camp ahead.
The 80‑centimeter‑thick mud-brick-and-wood wall was pierced through in an instant, and behind it fragments of stone and wood and a bloodied severed tail were flung into the night sky.
Dirt pattered down; under the concentrated bombardment, and under the despairing gazes of the Snake-man Warriors, a gap collapsed in the camp's stockade wall.
Outside the V‑shaped breach, Beastman Servant Army warriors, now clad in chainmail and armed with iron spears, roared as they charged in this direction.
Amid hissing sounds, wave after wave of Snake-men fled crazily along the ground.
"This is the last camp, right?" Dass lowered his telescope and asked Tivana beside him.
The Beastman lady city lord didn't even dare raise her head to look at Dass. "The last one."
