The importance of Yamrizha is evident at a glance on the sand table.
Material distribution center, railway hub, anchorage for floating transport ships—during wartime, there would also be piles of ammunition and various supplies stacked high.
In a place as crucial as this, just one high-caliber shell landing would cause enough chaos and disruption—even without a massive explosion—to throw the entire battlefield into disorder. If a fleet were to break into Yamrizha...
"Forget about the indispensable 'Water of Life.' When that time comes, even black rye porridge and bread won't be guaranteed. In such a situation, let alone winning a battle, managing to withdraw troops would be thanks to the Mother Goddess' protection."
"However, the Empire's airborne forces deployed to Lapland aren't sufficient to conquer Yamrizha."
The cigar glowed faintly, the elderly man's sharp gaze shifting between several points on the sand table.
"That is by no means an undefended city."
