Melvin stepped out from behind the serpent and raised his voice,looking at incoming soldiers.
"Everyone, pick up the guns from the rubble!" he ordered. "We need them to fight ahead."
The soldiers hesitated for only a moment before rushing forward.
"Soldiers," Melvin continued, his tone firm, "those who have trained with guns or know even a bit about them, quickly advise the others."
The battlefield shifted quickly.
Men began scrambling through broken walls and collapsed buildings. They dug through debris, pulling out rifles, pistols, and scattered ammunition. Hands trembled as they picked up unfamiliar weapons still warm from recent use.
Some soldiers stared at the guns with confusion.
"What the hell is this thing?" one muttered.
Another cursed loudly. "Damn it! I'm pressing the trigger, but it isn't shooting!"
"It might be empty," someone replied quickly. "Or the safety feature is on. Check it!"
A few soldiers who had seen firearms before stepped in.
