In a desert.
Old Europe's army of 300,000 came charging in with tremendous force.
Logistics trucks rolled one after another, kicking up dust along the newly built wartime roads.
They wielded the most advanced Breech-Loading Guns in the world, along with 75mm Mountain Guns, and even had large numbers of trucks towing equipment.
Infantry, artillery, logistics... in their own eyes, they had already reached the world's highest level.
And at that moment.
New Great Ming sent Old Europe a warning.
"You are only courting death by doing this."
"We have endured enough. Unless you lower your tariffs and open your markets..."
Very soon, Old Europe's army of 300,000 witnessed a terrifying sight.
Countless tiny dots flew across the sky, densely packed until they blotted out the heavens.
"Look, there's something in the sky!"
"Are those hot-air balloons?"
"No, those are aircraft proposed by some scientists." A noble Second Lieutenant officer recognized them with considerable insight.
Then panic seized him.
Those tiny dots reminded him of the terrible experience of being attacked by thieving seagulls dropping bird droppings on him during a beach vacation.
A flock of birds had already been so hard to deal with. What if people were piloting them? He immediately led his unit off the route and hid in the desert.
The facts proved that those clever enough on the battlefield had a greater chance of survival.
Of course, that was only if their superiors did not see them. Otherwise, they would face Military Law.
And he was quite clever. Using reconnaissance as an excuse, he left the main force.
Before long, strings of dark objects descended from above.
The entire army of 300,000, along with its logistical supplies and baggage, was reduced to ashes.
Only sixty or seventy thousand men fled in disarray.
A large number