At night, the Kamishiro residence, once the envy of City 20's residents, was already engulfed in roaring flames.
A severed airship lay crushed across the manor's main building. More critically, the airship had been carrying weapons.
The battle was over. As the Kamishiro Garrison Troops conducted rescue operations, they lamented that tonight, the Lord of Daybreak had not even shown his face. He had merely sent one of his Shadow Units to leave the Kamishiro headquarters in utter turmoil.
The worst part was that they had no idea when he would come again, or where he would fire his next surprise artillery shot.
At that thought, the Garrison Troops soldiers' teeth began to ache. Other people fired surprise shots; this Shadow Unit firing surprise artillery was a bit too much.
With their ability to fire mortars at an extreme range of seven kilometers, who the hell would dare sleep in the Garrison Troops barracks?
Even sniper rifles did not have that kind of range!
In this era, these old-fashioned individual mortars were actually rare on the battlefield. They were too rudimentary. Everyone used AI rail-mounted motors for aiming now.
Yet someone had actually turned this thing into an art form.
Putting himself in their shoes, one Garrison Troops soldier thought that when he had been in basic training, hitting coordinates three kilometers away with an old-fashioned mortar had already been difficult. He had barely passed.
Now, these people could hit targets seven kilometers away as if they were playing around. If they imposed martial law within a seven-kilometer radius, how much manpower would that take?
And the problem was, a single person could carry one of these old-fashioned mortars away. They could simply open a window in an apartment building and fire a shell at you. You would be dead