Edmund and the soldiers were in the middle of a field outside of the city; it was an open space between the city and the farms. There he was planning to put into practice what he taught in class the days before.

‘Alright, like I explained, you need people to carry the ammunition there in those boxes, so some soldiers will literally be just carrying those things, which is not something that should be moving around much.’ Edmund pointed at the boxes right next to him.

Alon was looking around, thinking of a way of implementing those things but he needed a test to be sure it could be done and placed into his company structure.

'Look, someone will do the calculations and give the orders; another will put it in position and adjust the mortar; after confirming everything is alright, it comes the real stuff; another will just get this and put it in the weapon.’ Edmund took a projectile from the ammunition box.

After showing it to everyone, it had a pointed shape with a strange format at the bottom of it. The soldiers were intrigued by the format. He placed it at the point of the cylinder-shaped weapon and looked at everyone that was five feet behind him before letting go of the projectile and right after everyone that was seeing was taken back by the loud noise the weapon produced.

‘That was loud. After this, you look over there and see the result. I adjusted so that could be the closest possible.’ He smiled.

The moment he pointed to the front, all of them saw an explosion in the distance and a noise. Alon was impressed by how far it landed; it made him think that now this new weapon definitely needed to be in the duchy army.

‘That was cool, but now someone needs to make sure is still in position and do it again. Let’s do it like it was for real. You can use one of these with two people but with three is optimal. Now come here, you three.’ Edmund pointed at Bartel, Egor, and Ethan.

Bartel positions himself to the side in the adjusting position, and Ethan to the other side of the weapon was going to drop the ammunition on the weapon. Egor was behind the weapon but at arms length of Ethan but also close to the box of ammunition, like Edmund was instructing them to be.

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'Alon, this is an exemple; you can change if you want using your military stuff, ok? You can give the order.’ Edmund looked at Alon and nodded at him.

'Bartel, you will give the order to fire if the position is fine; the rest follow his command; begin!!!’ Alon looked at Bartel with a serious expression.

Bartel looked at the position and shoulted the command that propted Ethan, who already had one projectile on his hand, to put it in place and let it go. The noise came and Bartel checked again. At the same time, Egor was giving another round of ammunition to Ethan, who again dropped the projectile on the weapon as soon as he heard Bartel’s command.

This happened a total of four times. Alon pulled out his spyglass as the explosions happened in the distance. He was surprised at how accurate it was; they were not falling in the same spot but the area was small.

‘Good job everyone, especially for you Edmund; this is a good weapon and will help a lot in destroying the fortresses.' Alon smiled while looking at the distance.

After this, they started the practical training with everyone. Alon decided that his company would have a platoon of mortars composed of three of these weapons with a total crew of seven because of the amount of ammunition they needed to carry.

Things would need to switch around but he was happy to test before showing the results to Ariadne. Everyone was impressed; now they see why they needed all the hours in the classroom before coming here.

‘Before you ask Alon, I built just this one and those boxes here are all we have as of now, so more than twenty shots. After the real testing, you can ask the duchess for more, and it will be produced like everything we use now.’ Edmund held his chin.

‘Ok, put everything on the truck and let’s go back; we need to prepare to depart tomorrow.’ Alon turned around and walked to the truck.

Some days have passed and outside of a town to the east side of the duchy, close to the frontier with velvet, Alon was olding an object similar to a radio but it was connected to a box next to him. Right to his, all of the soldiers of his company were waiting in line for their orders, all two hundred of them.

‘We are going to attack the fortress located inside of the forest to the east of us; we have information that is bigger than the one Bartel and his man almost lost their lives to destroy; now we are prepared for what is to come.’ He paused and looked around.

The majority of the soldiers were nervous because it was their first real large battle. Before it was just cleaning up duty, most of the time the monsters didn’t even know they were there, but one thing made them feel more calm and reassured, the fact that Eliza was right next to Alon.

‘Eliza will assist us with her healing but don’t let that be a reason to not take this seriously; she can’t revive the dead. I hope every platoon leader reads the instructions I gave it based on Bartel recommendations.’ He looked to the platoon leaders that were to the front as they nodded.

Eliza was feeling nervous, even though she had experience because of the last incident; that didn’t make her feel secure about her abilities. One thing that made her stop thinking about it was how Edmund was just looking around and kicking dirt like he didn’t care at all to be there. She used her elbow to poke his arm and shook her head in a clear demonstration of disappointment.

The young white-haired man just gave her a wide smile and straightened himself up but his feet were still moving a little; all Eliza could do was sigh in frustration.