Boom—!!
Scorching lava shot into the sky, while billowing smoke and grit scattered for hundreds of meters.
The distant dunes had been flattened into an open plain, leaving only rippling rings spreading outward.
This was the training ground north of Evernight Harbor.
And that terrifying explosion just now had been the work of a 902mm heavy artillery piece!
As a symbol of strength that the Southern Legion took great pride in, this heavy gun was said to have displayed tremendous power during the "War of Paradise"... but those who truly knew the details understood that it had only performed decently before entering the Cape Province.
After all, the gun's mobility was a fatal weakness. Only trains could carry it and its shells.
And it was not until the War of Paradise had ended that The Alliance's railways and highways crossed Ten Peaks Mountain.
With one hand covering his wineglass, General McLen sat in the training ground's spectator stands, propping up his chin in boredom as he watched the servant troops charging ahead with little interest.
Only after the swirling dust had settled did he move his hand from the glass and calmly take a sip of wine.
Whether in combat style or governing philosophy, the Southern Legion was completely different from the Eastern Legion. They relied too heavily on caliber and infantry, utterly neglecting mobility.
The Eastern Legion, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. Rivers of steel were their faith, both in the skies and on the ground!
That was precisely why he had little interest in this kind of "toy" that tormented logistics personnel.
Its power was indeed astonishing, but it was completely useless in the wilderness controlled by the Eastern Legion. No raider tribe or resistance force would stupidly wait around for it to fire.
Even