Boom-
Boom-
Boom-
Ryntum and Blande exchange shots. Smoke and dust billowed across the battlefield.
The initial lightning advance Sarika had orchestrated was grinding to a crawl.
Although they had an initial advantage, Blande's side quickly stabilised and launched a counterattack. Even so, the development of war is still leaning toward Ryntum.
After all, Ryntum had a superior weapon with better performance.
Despite that, Sarika was not happy.
"These bastards! Where the hell did they get the cannons?" she angrily asked.
"Black market most likely. After every battle, we salvage what we can, but there are always leftovers. Pieces. Spent barrels. Misfired rounds. Scavengers scoop it up and sell it to the highest bidder. Broken or not, even fragments of Ryntum steel fetch a good price," her adjutant replied.
Sarika cursed under her breath. "Damn rats!"
The truth stung. Ryntum rarely, if ever, thoroughly cleans up the battlefield. They do the bare minimum.
