War was like a card game. You had to know how many cards you held while also judging what your enemy had in hand.
In this round of "Fight the Landlord," Sebas discovered that he had misread his enemy's cards. The Bagnians had not yet played their unbeatable joker pair.
Before sending more knights to reinforce the southern front, Sebas had firmly believed that their allies had tied down the Bagnians' heavy guns. Even if those guns could fire south, they would only manage a few shots.
Judging by the noise and activity on the eastern front, the Bagnians' heavy guns had been firing nonstop.
At this crucial moment, when the outcome of the battle hung in the balance, if the knights could break through the enemy's defenses and charge again, then even if the enemy turned their heavy guns around, overheating barrels, depleted powder charges, and exhausted loaders would limit them to a handful of shots.
Yet what was this ceaseless thunder now rolling down from Boulder Heights?
As a realization dawned on him, Sebas unconsciously urged his horse a few steps forward. His mind went blank.
That sound... that unbroken roar, like rolling thunder grinding across the sky, was coming unmistakably from Boulder Heights!
This was a true heavy artillery salvo, the roar of siege beasts, a force capable of tearing apart the earth and shattering steel!
"Impossible..."
Sebas's lips quivered as he muttered to himself. His grip on the reins was so tight that his knuckles turned white.
He abruptly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Boulder Heights.
Powder smoke rose from the heights. Every crash of thunder came with a dazzling muzzle flash within the smoke, like a demon opening its eyes in hell!
He had been wrong, disastrously wrong!
The Bagnians' heavy artillery