"In the name of God—"
"For His Majesty!"
"For the kingdom!"
"Hold the line at any cost!"
The riverbank was blanketed in thick smoke, while roaring flames burned across blood and corpses.
A blood-soaked centurion let out a hoarse roar, waving his saber and urging the soldiers forward to fill the mangled section of the defensive line.
Even though both his legs had been blown off, he never stopped shouting.
Because the fortress beneath him was called the City of Abundance.
Not only was it the granary of the Lion Kingdom's central region, a blessing bestowed upon the kingdom by the gods, it was also the final checkpoint on the Falcon Kingdom's road to the Lion capital!
The clock turned back several hours.
The Falcon Kingdom's 2nd Ten-Thousand-Man Corps had finally completed its fortifications and, to everyone's surprise, immediately launched a fierce assault on the City of Abundance's defenders from both the west and north.
Naturally, the Lion Kingdom would not surrender without a fight.
Led by Prince Winter, the Sacred Scarab Ten-Thousand-Man Corps stationed there, along with the militia, immediately mounted a stubborn resistance.
Whether cast-iron cannons, old-fashioned mortars, or pieced-together howitzers, all of them were hauled to the front lines.
All to stop the enemy's advance—
Even if only for two seconds!
The propellers of aircraft howled overhead, raining wave after wave of death onto the riverbank, yet they failed to stop the artillery on the embankment from continuing to pour fierce firepower beyond the bunkers.
The fortress defenders were fed into the battle a thousand men at a time, one unit after another.
The siege force outside the fortress was no different.
Even with absolute air superiority.
Even with the artillery positions in the rear firing without pause.
Even as the defenders on the riverbank were wiped