Pigman King Bazel was forced to lie prone in a hastily dug trench as he surveyed the battlefield. "To the west is a frozen river, then a forest. Ahead is a plain, and that hard-to-attack little village. The central high ground is on the right."
"Tell me, Queen Luna, can't you have your people go into the river beneath the ice and break through the surface?"
Luna shook her head. She didn't want to respond to such an outrageous demand from this pighead, but she couldn't say nothing.
"We'd still need to apply enough pressure from the front first."
"The enemy froze the river because they meant to fight in it, but the water's too cold."
"There's something strange about the river, too." It had the scent of divine power.
Luna didn't explain further.
The river was saturated with the scent of divine power. They must have used a divine relic.
That was the main reason the Merfolk didn't want to go underwater.
"We didn't bring the members of our race who are good at fighting in frozen rivers."
Pigman King Bazel said irritably, "Useless is useless."
"Now we can only slowly dig trenches and trade fire with the enemy."
"Until that bunch of vampires arrives."
The Pigman Race hadn't actually suffered many losses.
Did anyone know how many piglets a litter could have?
Did anyone know how many years it took a piglet to reach adulthood?
The Pigman Race had a reproductive capacity second only to the Goblins.
And pigs were omnivores, an undemanding race when it came to food.
So far, they'd lost only a few hundred members of the Pigman Race.
That was how war went, especially a war with firearms.
To suppress the enemy, they would unleash artillery in a frenzy.
Any sensible country would learn