General Griff's Extraordinary Corps was quite decent. After all, it was a famous corps throughout the nation. And while General Griff himself couldn't be called incorruptible, he wasn't one to take things too far.
But there were always higher-ups above the higher-ups, and generals above the generals. As one of the Beastman Empire's Elite Infantry corps, Wood's soldiers had only received some iron plates, just enough to protect their vital areas.
Moreover, those crossbow bolts could leave a deep scratch even on the bright silver armor Wood had purchased from the Dwarf Kingdom. Even if his ordinary Soldiers had some common iron armor, with the Beastmen's crude craftsmanship, could it really stop these bolts?
Watching his companions cry out in pain around him, Wood's face darkened. The horror he felt now far surpassed what he had experienced during the Magic Crystal Cannon bombardment!
'How is this possible?' Wood was horrified.
