The small barrels on the tray bounced slightly. Without the rope net covering them, they would definitely take off.
The middle-aged artillery officer didn't even have time to curse. He rushed to the side of the tray to confirm that none of the small barrels were damaged and that their contents hadn't leaked. Only then did he turn towards the crane and start cursing furiously:
"Idiots! Are you trying to get us killed? This is gunpowder, not your ashes! Are you trying to take us all with you because of your stupidity? How did I end up teaching such a bunch of fools..."
Beside the crane winch, three artillery junior officers, who were being scolded harshly, looked disgruntled. They were also forced into action, and it was hard enough to get this cumbersome thing to work in a hurry.
However, the artillery officer wouldn't be understanding — when your superior is not only your superior but also your teacher, and also has a bad temper, it's nothing short of a nightmare.
