The burly power armor stood on the battlefield, its twisted steel surface marked with scorches, the knight inside already dead, his body slumped on the ground, propped up by the metal support at his groin, his head drooping as if he were in deep sleep.
The soldiers under this knight, under the bombardment of cannon fire, were completely torn apart, their bodies scattered across dried pools of blood on the battlefield.
In the distance, cannons roared endlessly, thunder and fire continued, clearly bombarding the Empire's mortar positions across the trench.
The Empire, of course, retaliated with mortars, but due to the shorter range, the gunners had to rush into the firing range of the Temple Knights and hurriedly set up to fire, thus they were almost completely suppressed in terms of firepower by the Temple Knights.
To truly destroy this position, a charge with bayonets was necessary.
Thus, the world's ironic truth revealed itself: bayonets could actually match cannons.
