Barton felt somewhat powerless at the sight.
In fact, these explosive shells were not meant for use with smoothbore cannons, but to be launched by short mortars to create explosions.
But since all three cannons were smoothbores, Barton couldn't directly fire the explosive shells. He could only watch helplessly as Dismas charged forward.
When he snapped back to reality, he saw the General risking his life and the warriors facing death without fear. A surge of fervor ignited in his heart; he could only join their madness.
"Damn it! Bring up my Sixteen-Pounder Cannon!"
Amidst Barton's shouting, the absurdly large cannon appeared. This was a piece of equipment that seldom even saw use in training.
Barton placed his hand on it. All the firing data was clear in his mind. Still, he wondered if it might feel unfamiliar after so long without use…
His gaze settled on the rampaging monster in the distance. When he saw Dismas drawing near, he roared.
"Ready—FIRE!"
