Even if unable to scout how many reserves the enemy actually hides, with impeccable tactical arrangements and a clearly advantageous situation, the Sea Clan still discreetly reveals the dawn of victory.
Rommel's performance today was very sluggish; every time the Sea Clan deployed a tactic, Rommel hesitated for quite a while before coming up with a corresponding countermeasure.
Shortly after the four Shepherd-tree People joined the battle, the clockwork catapult positioned behind the Sea Clan stopped using bagged rammed earth bullets, instead launching packets of oil engulfed in flames. The orange-red fireballs, trailing thick black smoke, drew long parabolic arcs in the sky, spreading the stinging, unpleasant smell of burning seal oil far and wide with the west wind.
