Bab 1878: Double or Nothing

"Twenty-five"

"Twenty-Six"

Sam kept on counting as one giant after another fell.

The commander is having a hard time to figure where the attacks are coming from. Some speculated that it is a curse, but some giants did see some projectile hitting their companions, so they dismissed the idea.

One of them even tried to catch one with their own hand, which turned out to a be a stupid decision. The bullet exploded in their hand it was gone. 

Sam just continued shooting them down.

After he hit thirty, he took a short break. He looked at Mitra and smiled.

"What are you smiling at? What kind of stupid machine is that? It is taking the joy out of a battle."

"What? You search for pleasure in a battle?"