213 Fungal Biology

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The beastman leader holding a pistol burst into exaggerated laughter, "You humans can't decide things, so we'll decide for you."

"Boys! waaaaaaaaagh!"

"waaaaaaagh!"

The beastmen rushed forward like a bunch of reckless brutes without brains or plans, a moment ago they seemed like they were about to trade, but in the next, they had already grabbed their machetes and charged.

Shouting "waaaaagh," they surged forward as if inspired by the power of gods, their movements swift and coordinated.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The pistols in the beastmen's hands, almost as big as human machine guns, roared wildly first.

Fired into the air...

Whether accurate or not, they were simply loud.

This was the beastmen's combat aesthetic.

Big is good, loud is strong!

"waaaaagh!"

Even the beastmen's pet dougs charged forward with "huffing and puffing" in the frenetic warlike atmosphere, their tiny frames bursting with bloodthirsty madness.