Although there were no roads across the snowy plain, the terrain was mostly flat.
Specially designed snow armored vehicles advanced slowly across the snowfield, carrying soldiers.
Behind them came numerous self-propelled guns that had been specially modified.
Ground troops, helicopters in the sky, and several mechs providing support from the rear—this entire army was divided into several armored groups, which gathered their forces and advanced toward the Four-Nation Allied Army.
The ground shook continuously beneath the armored tide.
Among the snowdrifts on either side, several elite knights from the kingdom watched the army's movements, holding firearms they had captured.
"Ah, these weapons of war are incredible."
"I've only got five bullets left."
"Gathering them all in one place really was a blunder."
The kingdom's guerrillas on the snowy plain felt as if they were watching a disaster unfold that they couldn't prevent.
The two sides had been fighting for a long time. Before the Mage Kingdom joined the war, their side had been getting crushed and could only wage guerrilla warfare, relying on captured weapons and ammunition.
Every bullet was incredibly precious!
And it wasn't just the bullets—even the enemy's rations were far beyond anything their side could manage.
In this bitter cold, all they had were some biscuits harder than rocks. Unless someone was quite strong, they could barely bite into them.
But the enemy had canned food and self-heating meals, making the vast difference between them impossible to ignore.
Some of the guerrillas had even begun to waver.
Perhaps being ruled by the enemy wouldn't be so unacceptable after all.
The otherworld was still around the level of the Middle Ages in terms of productivity. The difference was simply too great.
"Don't make wild guesses. If they've made this decision, there must be a reason. Maybe they just