Ezra jumped onto the body of one of the eighteen QF 13-pounders.
His boots landed firmly against the artillery gun while Cognis continued surging through his body, the white Cognis becoming visible in thin streaks that ran across his arms and clothes before flowing outward.
His control immediately spread toward all eighteen artillery guns.
The QF 13-pounders moved.
Their large wheels began rotating rapidly against the platform as Ezra forced the heavy artillery guns forward, their metal frames shaking slightly while they picked up speed.
The sight was strange enough on its own.
These weren't light firearms floating around Ezra like pistols or rifles.
They were artillery guns.
Large, heavy weapons with wheels that were meant to be positioned before firing.
Yet all eighteen were now moving across the battlefield together under Ezra's control.
One carried Ezra himself.
The other seventeen spread around him while advancing.
