South Innis.
Following the rebels, Shahrukh encountered the main force of the colonial army.
The rebels' successive captures of imperial colonial cities had finally drawn the colonial authorities' bloody suppression.
Through pursuit after pursuit, counter-pursuit, encirclement, and siege...
The rebels' main force was finally caught by the tail and had no choice but to face the colonial army on a stretch of flat plains.
Facing them was the Invis Empire's Southern Colonial Legion. Every soldier carried a rifle fitted for a bayonet, had undergone rigorous training, and possessed ample combat experience. They could even form hollow squares and advance in ranks through a hail of bullets.
And... they also had the support of extraordinary individuals in the army, accompanying priests, and artillerymen!
On the rebels' side, their firearms came in every conceivable variety. Even the most primitive matchlock guns were still in use, and they could not equip every man with one.
Some warriors carried nothing but spears, javelins, and blowpipes...
All the native demigods had gone to Plymouth. The High Priests and great shamans left behind were generally weaker than the enemy, both in strength and numbers!
Despair!
After comparing the strength of both sides even a little, Shahrukh's heart was filled with despair!
"Charge!"
Yet the empire's actions had hardened his ideals. Even though this was another layer of history, his compatriots were suffering even crueler oppression.
It made Shahrukh feel as if his chest were on fire, and he joined this war without hesitation.
He charged forward with a squad of warriors and could clearly see the enemy infantry lined up ahead.
Those infantrymen advanced to the drumbeats of the accompanying military band. Their tactics were exceedingly rigid, yet remarkably effective!
Once they entered musket range, a volley would send swathes of native warriors falling like wheat