Facing the fierce offensive from the United Provincials, Alanni Arthur and his grenadiers threw iron-cased grenades outside the fence like throwing stones.
The deafening explosions erupted continuously, and the United Provincials' sappers were blown to pieces.
The shockwave rolled over, scattering limbs with the dirt into the sky. The mist was constantly pushed away, only for new, scorching gunpowder smoke to burst forth.
Finally, unable to withstand the horrific casualties, the United Provincials retreated from around the fence.
The painful groans of the dying could be heard amid the mist.
"Are you starting to cry out too?" Alanni, with bloodshot eyes and tears streaming, shouted into the unyielding gunpowder smoke, "United Provincials?!"
In response to him were a dozen or so crystal-clear glass jars.
Each was filled with pure, colorless liquid, surrounded by flames, emerging from the mist, tracing elegant arcs in the air, landing inside the fence.
