Leon could only fall silent in the face of Louis.
Olesian weapons were simply too far ahead.
Their firepower was exceptionally fierce.
Leon had nothing to argue back with. The Blood Ghosts could repair their bodies without limit, and it had still taken more than two hundred cannons firing nonstop to capture Central Heights.
That was obviously cheating.
Meanwhile, on the western battlefield, they had also made preparations: they had equipped their troops with bulletproof armor.
Louis swept his hand with a confident flourish. "Get the cannons over there at once and blast them!"
At that moment, however, the artillery commander spoke up awkwardly:
"Your Majesty, our Bronze Cannons are, after all, copies of Olesia's first-generation Bronze Cannons."
"So their range is actually only 3,000 meters at most, and they're not very accurate."
"Their absolute limit is 5,000 meters. That's all recorded by the southern Military factory."
Louis immediately scowled. "Why is the range so short?"
"Don't we have anything with a longer range?"
Artillery commander: "We do, actually. There are those breech-loading cannons, but we don't have many—only five. Their range is seven kilometers."
"Still not far enough."
"We'll have to move them closer."
"Why do all these cannons have such short ranges?" Louis grumbled in irritation.
The artillery commander could only continue reassuring him. "Your Majesty, there's one more thing. Once the cannons are in position, we'll need a few minutes to build a pillbox for each one."
"That will also take some time."
"Last time—"
"Why are there so many annoying tactics?" This time, Louis was genuinely fed up with how demanding the artillerymen were.
"Your Majesty, we've never had an artillery corps before. Our current artillery tactics were inherited from Princess Yuffie."
"They're quite useful."
"Once we built the pillboxes just now, we were able to