He rushed to the position, all in a fluster.
Old Soldier pulled out his telescope and took a glance at the person coming from across the way, heaving a sigh of relief upon catching a glimpse.
Good.
It's I Max Black.
It seemed that the Storm Corps were the ones arriving this time.
Compared to the brute force of the Death Legion, at least this group would pretend to play the part.
A hundred-odd people lay prone 500 meters away, using the cover of the uneven slopes, they began digging with shovels to make dugouts, intending to dig their way forward while shoveling.
Seeing how diligently his brothers were acting, Old Soldier decided to pull out some real skills, he turned to Buford and ordered solemnly.
"Don't rush to fire just yet, wait until they get closer before shooting!"
"Yes, tall one!"
After taking the command and nodding, Buford couldn't help but silently complain, wondering who it was that had begun firing from a long distance yesterday.