"This place is too open, we can't engage in battle here! Lieutenant Mondersen!" The one who originally wanted to ditch his "superior officer" was still chattering away, just now he'd switched targets to a similarly clad middle-aged man wearing an old-style power armor suit.,A sergeant, easily taller and broader than him, gritted his teeth in silence beside him. He continued firing his rifle with one hand, the other gripping the power axe at his hip. He was the tallest and strongest man in the squad. Without a powered exoskeleton, he towered over even the armored Sergeant Major and that insufferable lieutenant.,If they were truly "naturally" bred beasts, they would never dare to charge headlong into a hail of bullets. This perception, which surpasses common sense, represents the unknown and naturally breeds panic.。