As it turned out, Dude's guess was wrong. Chris really could have his artillery bombard the Minisian camp all night.
He had a hundred cannons. Thanks to the quality of modern steel, they cooled faster than the cast-iron and bronze cannons of this era. As long as those hundred cannons took turns firing and their barrel temperatures were monitored, bombarding the enemy all night was no problem at all.
It was not until the early hours, after Chris woke from his sleep, that he yawned and ordered the artillery crews and the more than two thousand soldiers assisting them to stop working after their night's labor, silencing the guns.
Chris had someone make a rough count of how many shells the artillery crews had fired the previous night. The answer came back... two thousand five hundred.
Using four types of cannon, the artillery crews had fired two thousand five hundred shells of four different calibers-roughly eighty-five tons of steel-around Minisia's earthen wall. The result was the complete leveling of that two-kilometer stretch of wall.
They had also driven off the Minisians who had tried to carry on construction through the night.
Eighty-five tons of steel. How much could that possibly cost?
Chris did the math. It had burned through only about six hundred thousand yuan of his war funds.
Well, that wasn't much at all!
A mere six hundred thousand yuan. Chris opened the system and discovered that the players had spent more than that on microtransactions the previous night.
While the main position had kept up its bombardment all night, the fighting at the flank position on the ridge to the right had been just as relentless. Driven into a frenzy, the Mountain Wolf Battle Group had charged the ridge position throughout the night under the leadership of their