As long as we get close enough, they won't have time to reload and shoot. Then, with one strong push, their guns will be useless!
"How can you be so sure?"
The leader of the Snake Clan listened to the report from his subordinate, feeling uneasy in his heart.
Too many casualties, it's not worth continuing to fight.
But Mu Mianmian insisted.
"Trust me, with my method, a strong assault can take down the salt factory! Their weapons need distance, as long as we don't give up, we can surely find a gap."
She didn't believe that a group of beastmen could really make no mistakes at all.
The leader tightened his face, thinking for a while.
"Alright, I'll trust you once more."
"Don't worry, we have the advantage in numbers, sacrifices are inevitable, but they won't die in vain. When the time comes, we will capture the leader of the New Tribe alive and execute them personally to honor the fallen!"
"Yes, notify the front line to continue the attack!"
