"Back home, they've improved on the original single-shot shotguns and five-round rifles."
"But..." Leon hesitated before continuing. "We're upgrading weapons production to make arms similar to those of the Northern Alliance."
"We're also trying to standardize calibers and learn from their factory assembly lines."
"So production at our other facilities has been halted."
"Still, the Demon Race numbers in the billions, and we've mobilized every tribe by force. We should be able to sort things out soon."
"The problem is, we're still short on ammunition. We can only make 400,000 rounds a month."
"Most importantly, we can only produce 60 machine guns per month."
"As for artillery, we've also started expanding production of their guns. But the Dwarves use a remarkable mineral—one that, I think, my ancestors in the Demon Race once destroyed across the entire world. There isn't much of it where the Dwarves live, so we're still looking for other places to mine it."
"We're also overhauling our artillery designs to make them all breech-loading, but production is a concern."
At this, Leon paused again, pointing out just how appalling the losses Louis's forces had suffered were.
"Your Majesty Louis, for months, we in the Demon Race have even gone without weapons for the troops fighting the Dwarves. We sent everything to support you."
"We've sent over 70,000 flintlock muskets, 12,000 Karl breech-loading rifles—11 mm black-powder metallic-cartridge guns—80 12-pounder Cannons, 150 machine guns, and 25,000 bayonets."
"We've also sent 4.5 million musket rounds, 120,000 artillery shells, 2 million 11 mm rounds, and 100,000 grenades."
"We haven't shipped the breech-loading artillery yet because we need it badly ourselves. But we've given the corresponding technology to your Southern Armory, haven't we?"
The Demon Race had provided substantial support.
By Leon's account, it was enough to equip a force of 70,000