Drill

The tent was filled with righteous fury, but some people remained silent. They knew the kingdom was in a difficult position.

Paul pounded the table and shouted, "As long as the king hasn't issued an official order to cease hostilities, we'll keep fighting."

Only then did the tent grow somewhat quieter.

"Then I propose that Sir Schroeder continue serving as battlefield commander. Does anyone object?"

Everyone looked at one another, but in the end, no one raised an objection.

The Aldo Army's only victory in a head-on clash was won by your troops. So whatever you say goes, huh?

"Everyone, considering that the Northwest Army's methods of warfare and weapons are relatively novel, I've decided to arrange a drill tomorrow for everyone to observe. That way, we can avoid accidentally injuring one another in actual combat."

Everyone became interested. Many of the troops had retreated here after the battle at Silver Moon Fort and had never personally witnessed how the Northwest people defeated the orcs.

They had only heard from those who had fought alongside the Arda Army that the Northwest people made extensive use of a kind of tubular weapon, some large and some small, which could spew deadly flames and propel Metal Projectiles to kill the enemy.

It sounded as though they served the same purpose as long-range weapons such as ballistae and bows, but their range and power far surpassed them. When fired, they made a thunderous noise like a storm, and they filled the battlefield with smoke.

The next day arrived in the blink of an eye.

On the land before Silver Moon Fort, cannons rumbled and gun smoke billowed. Two battalions of the Arda Army formed neat ranks and marched toward their presumed targets to the beat of drums.

Under the direction of Flag Language,