It is Thursday, and that means mayhem.
The shells exploded nearly two hundred feet above the goblins. Marching as they were with their shields up, they were suffering almost no casualties.
“Why aren’t they adjusting their fire?” Pethoukis nearly shouted. The next barrage didn’t explode at all. One shell landed on a goblin, crushing it. No others were even hurt.
“I think they are adjusting their fire. It’s just not the 116th doing the adjusting,” Lewis said.
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