"Fire!!!"
Just as the survivors of Golden Gallon Port were whipped into a frenzy by the Legion's invasion, artillery pieces lying in ambush amid the forests at the border between the southwestern part of Dog State and Lion State let out deafening roars at the same moment.
A rain of fire surged into the sky before crashing heavily back to the ground, swallowing the battlefield thirty kilometers away in boiling flames and smoke.
They were 155mm guns sold by The Alliance to the Mammoth Kingdom.
A full twenty-four had been deployed on the front line, forming a fully staffed battalion-level fire support group!
The guns fired continuously, unleashing twelve full volleys of concentrated fire.
The bombardment coordinates lay within Lion State, right on the positions abandoned not long ago by the Boro Nation's First Ten-Thousand-Man Unit.
Though that was Boro Nation territory, the Southern Legion had already torn up all pretenses. The Moon Clan resistance could no longer afford to worry about such things.
After those twelve volleys of fire, the Legion's 172nd Thousand-Man Unit finally ground to a halt, pinned down in the trenches abandoned by the Boro Nation's First Ten-Thousand-Man Unit.
After charging forward more than three hundred kilometers with unstoppable momentum, the Legion's offensive had finally stalled.
This was probably the largest and most direct resistance the Southern Legion's frontline forces had encountered since landing.
Standing beside an artillery crew, Battle-Hardened Wolf sat against a tree stump with his eyes closed, "meditating."
After receiving a message from Dog Brother at the front offline, he immediately logged in, opened his eyes, and called out to the battalion commander beside him.
"We need to pull out!"
The Southern Legion had reacted swiftly.
Even while its mobile forces pushed forward, it could still calmly and systematically deploy artillery positions.
Although