In the winter of Mirage Country, where breath already carries white mist, the sound of cannons hasn't completely ceased. The Orc Troops continue their so-called demolition work, bombarding away to vent their millennia-long suppressed emotions.
They had never fought such a wealthy war! In front of the fortress of the Western Wall, all they had in their hands was the Shireck Flintlock Gun! Faced with the People of Qin's artillery and machine guns, they didn't even stand a chance.
Now things are different; the weapons in their hands are more advanced than those of their opponents, and their ammunition is more abundant than their opponents'... This war is what you call fun.
Hiding in the trenches each day, drinking hot water, enjoying the warmth brought by sweaters and coats, and listening to the sound of shells ripping through the air above—this is truly living!
