While Little Minion tested the four types of cannon one by one and considered how to write his report, the Minisians opposite him, who were still taking shellfire, had no leisure for such thoughts.
They were trying every possible way to return fire. With double powder charges loaded into their Bronze King Cannons, they raised the muzzles as high as they could, finally allowing the cannonballs to reach the enemy artillery positions deployed far ahead.
But once the old problem was solved, a new one arose... accuracy.
The Minisians' Bronze Cannons were no match for Chris's modern steel cannons. That was the gap in equipment. Then came the personnel: the former aimed with the naked eye, experience, and crude cannon sights.
The latter had player artillery commanders with extensive mathematical knowledge, homemade Rangefinders, and standardized artillery aiming tables to assist their fire.
With such an enormous gap, even when the Minisians managed to send their cannonballs a thousand meters through every means available, they had little accuracy to speak of. They relied entirely on luck, and even a hundred shots might not land a single ball near the players' gun positions.
Even so, the Minisian artillery stubbornly kept firing. As Little Minion directed the nine-pounder field guns to concentrate their fire on the earthen wall and exposed gun positions, they fought back... in noise, at least, their cannons kept banging away without pause.
The Minisian gunners knew they had not destroyed a single enemy cannon, but the infantry hiding behind the earthen wall did not. Hearing all that noise, they mistakenly believed their artillery was trading fire with the enemy on equal terms.
Although that was far from the truth, the Minisian soldiers' morale recovered. Whenever the earthen wall collapsed, they rushed forward heedless of their lives, filling the breach