"Calm down! We're only clearing out worthless fodder right now. The real enemy hasn't appeared yet." Allen helplessly pulled the Bloody Emperor, Jircniv, back a little.
He did not want some faulty gun barrel or cannon barrel to explode and blow the Emperor of the empire to pieces.
Besides, these soldiers had only undergone a few days of rushed training. At best, they were barely usable. They were still far from truly qualified.
To say nothing else, artillery barrage fire alone was enough to give any modern artilleryman a headache.
Whether it was ranging or calibration, the margins of error were frighteningly large. They were only barely avoiding wildly missing their targets thanks to the hunters' innate grasp of distance.
Some cannonballs had nearly struck the Great Wall on the Holy Kingdom's side. A little farther, and they would have been hammering their own allies.
The Steam Tank drivers were even more overexcited. They actually dared to leave the infantry's cover and chase low-level undead across the plains, crushing them back and forth.
They had no idea that if a Magic Caster used spells such as Negative Burst or Poison Cloud, every one of them would be killed in an instant.
The only ones who could barely be called competent were the firearm infantry, and even that was limited to fighting in formation.
Clearly, although this Imperial army had been equipped with firearms, the mindset of everyone from the generals to the soldiers remained stuck in the Cold Weapon Era.
It would probably take a long stretch of actual combat before they gradually changed their way of thinking and kept inventing more and more new tactics.
"My apologies. I seem to have gotten a little too excited."
The Bloody Emperor took a cup of wine from an attendant, tilted his