When the signal flare suddenly rose near Position Four on the highlands, Sir Philip realized things were spiraling out of control.
The battlefield is composed of countless incidents, both accidental and inevitable, plans, and unexpected events.
The well-trained professional soldiers of the Iron Throne responded in the shortest time possible. The smaller auxiliary cannons in the arsenal and tactical divisions roughly aimed at the direction of the rising signal flare within seconds, followed by a series of roaring artillery fire—the rail cannon shells traced a pale green trajectory in the air, then erupted into fierce flames over the highlands, illuminating the dark, gloomy wasteland amidst wind and rain. Yet everyone knew this round of counter-fire was merely a salvage attempt in the wake of a failed plan.
