The scorching shrapnel was exceptionally sharp, scattering rapidly towards the other soldiers like a shower of flowers.

These dozen or so Rakshasa soldiers stood together, and no one could escape them.

Fragments from the exploding shells pierced their bodies at more than three times the speed of sound.

The shockwave from the explosion, mixed with shrapnel, scattered the dozen or so soldiers everywhere.

Their severed limbs flew everywhere, these wicked men were blown into pieces, and it was as if a rain of blood and flesh was falling from the sky.

The smoke of battle has cleared.

A huge crater was left on the ground, and the dozen or so Russian soldiers were blown to bits.

The deafening explosion startled the soldiers of the Luocha Kingdom in the city.

Glico: "What's going on?"

"I remember we didn't bring any cannons into the city, so where did the cannon fire come from?"

Belikov: "Could it be some idiot's gunpowder that exploded? I really can't think of anything else that could create such a huge explosion."

"Pass down the order: tell those idiots to be careful, or they might accidentally shoot themselves while playing with their daughters."

“They’re dead, perfect, that way we can get one less share.” Belikov said excitedly. “Grigory, my buddy, do you know how many of us have been killed or wounded today?”

“We suffered more than 300 casualties, which means that all the money belonging to those 300 people will be divided equally among the rest of us.”

"Even so, we can't let these guys blow themselves up." Gregory smiled slightly, looking at a pretty girl beside him. "My beauty, don't panic, I'm coming."