"Pillar, you motherfucker, you missed the shot!"
"Get out of here and stick to playing with the wheelchair gun!" Iron Madman shoved the Battlefield Wheelchair Man aside, cursing all the while.
He had thought this guy could actually handle the artillery, but it turned out to be all bluff, wasting one of his precious shells.
Iron Madman noticed that the general had not yet retreated from the city walls, so he immediately started recalculating and aiming again.
The distance wasn't too far, and the terrain was particularly simple and open.
Iron Madman quickly ordered,
"Set up firing data!"
"Azimuth 27-00, elevation angle 06-80!"
The ogre "Bighead" immediately adjusted its position according to the command, casting a contemptuous glance at the Battlefield Wheelchair Man beside it. Meanwhile, another ogre began prepping the shell and setting the fuse.