In this world, wars did not always go according to plan.
A competent war commander knew how to adjust deployments in time.
Wuzhong Prefecture, Austere High Mountain.
It was not until the attack began that the vampire commander realized how steep the mountain's southern slope was. The ground was also hard, and the Super-Rank Magic that altered the weather had turned the entire battlefield into frozen earth.
Oscar Yang walked through the artillery camp, glaring at the battlefield with deep displeasure.
Even with Enchantment Magic in use, their effect on the enemy positions was limited.
He crouched down and scooped up a handful of dirt. "It's all frozen."
"And the slope straight ahead is so steep."
"Barbed wire, hidden artillery."
As Oscar spoke, a shell struck the Magic shield over the artillery position, sending ripples across it.
"My lord, the bunkers are ready. We don't need to worry as much about their counter-barrage now." The mages had been in too much of a hurry at the start.
They hadn't had time to build artillery bunkers, so when they first opened fire, Olesian artillery had countered them.
The tactic of firing cannons from inside bunkers wasn't Louis's.
He didn't know how to wage war.
These were manuscripts Louis had seized in the south. They had come from Yuffie.
The strategy was to use groups of bunker-mounted cannons to defend against enemy shelling and charges, aiming to inflict the greatest possible casualties in a large-scale war of attrition.
At the same time, it was meant to achieve the plan.
Oscar turned and climbed onto the trench.
On the battlefield, the Blood Ghosts were killed, then revived ten or so seconds later.
They were nearly impossible to kill.
Their firepower was weak, but the machine guns never stopped firing.
As for the enemy