The bitter wind howled as snowflakes fell, and mages riding brooms circled overhead, scouting the situation.
Over the sand table in the military camp, low-ranking mages ran back and forth, updating it.
Nearby sat a group of high-ranking knights and mages.
Leticia Kaplin stood with her face turned toward the blackboard, writing and drawing on it.
She explained the power of the enemy's weapons, their tactics, and how to counter them.
South Grand Duke Luo Li was also taking notes in a small notebook.
"After several scouting missions, we've found they have only two machine guns. They probably can't produce enough, so they've sent them all north."
"A single-shot flintlock musket has about the same power as a low-level Magic Stone spell in the 3rd Rank."
"A machine gun is as powerful as an Elf's war bow—the kind with a draw weight of over 700 pounds. In other words, it's like a mid-level needle-type spell in the West Order."
"As for the cannons, the smaller ones are equivalent to high-level Stone Bullet spells in the Fifth Order. The larger ones fire slightly bigger stone bullets, about the size of a head."
"The weapon we need to fear most is the machine gun. It fires fast—dozens of shots in a few seconds—and blocking them takes a lot of magic power. I know a little about their machine guns: they have 25 rounds to a magazine, and each shot is only as powerful as a mid-level piercing spell in the West Order."
"Lynn's bullets are as powerful as Fifth Order needle spells."
"They're lethal to ordinary soldiers, and even to low-ranking superhumans."
"The main danger from the cannons comes from the magic they use after enchanting them—or, rather, the shrapnel after they explode. If we defend against the shock waves in advance,