The Tuggy tribe is a heavily militarized race, they have been learning about war since birth, whether it's combat or warfare, it has already been ingrained into the blood of the Tuggy People. To say it without exaggeration, you could randomly pick any Tuggy civilian off the street, and they'd have the ability to lead a special forces team of any other race.
Yet, even so, they were helpless in the face of a calamity.
"BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!!!"
With the continuous sound of gunfire, the onrushing Corpses fell one by one. A Tuggy swiftly changed his cartridge and readied himself for combat again.
"Damn it, what's going on? What are these creatures attacking us?"
As he spoke, the Tuggy soldier grimaced and raised his head, looking at the towering, monstrous metal octopus in the distance. This was the home planet of the Tuggy tribe, yet without any warning, these peculiar creatures had breached their air defense network, leaving nothing but a slaughter.