Gunpowder smoke pervaded the battlefield, the sky seemed to be stained with mottled hues, the two armies faced off from a distance, the atmosphere filled with an air of ruthless killing intent.
The dwarves held their ground, standing ready and alert, while the Empire did not rush to attack but calmly executed their formations across the plains, positioning their troops with precision.
"Boom——"
Accompanied by a heavy rumble, steam cars carrying heavy artillery rolled across the plains, and Ogres in pairs or threes hauled the massive cannons. The Imperial troops flowed like a speckled torrent, moving swiftly to form orderly ranks.
Even the bipedal wyverns in the sky formed structured squadrons, expertly circling high above before descending in succession, landing near the supply armored vehicles.
"What is this they're doing...?"
Watching the scene unfold, the Dwarf King furrowed his brows tightly.
