There was no way they could hold out until the next day.
That's right.
With the appearance of those things, defeat was predetermined.
I realized I was unconsciously gritting my teeth. I was clenching my fist so hard that the veins in my forearm were bulging.
I was angry.
I should have noticed earlier what was in the enemy's defensive formation.
No, even if I hadn't noticed, I should have rammed into it at the risk of danger before things got this far.
If they were maintaining their guard so strictly, something that important must be inside.
Rather... rather...
Meaningless regret grew in my mind. I shook my head to dispel useless self-blame and regret, then looked at the enemy camp through the telescope again.
There, still receiving escort from a well-formed defensive formation, that giant cannon was preparing to spew fire.
As if the Spanish army's attack until just now had been some kind of warm-up.
