(Story extract)
 
“Alright, so, now we just have to see where they’re weakest in their patrols. Don’t want to start anything without Scouring and Crash Dive to support us if we can help it.”
 
“Aw, why not? We can pick them off just fine from here, and besides, I don’t think their arty would be that accurate at this distance…” Shouldering War Crime - without her clip loaded - I took to looking over the sub pen through the scope, laid prone on the snowbank. Alright, couple zebras there, more over there, one guy walking along from sandbag to sandbag, and… sweet mother of Luna, those are some big shells. They’re almost as big as… no, couldn’t be. ‘Course not, those guns don’t have the right muzzlebrake. Then again… “Hey, uh, Aerith, those shells in the crate that the guy on top is moving, they look as familiar as I think they do?”
 
The alicorn blunk a few times, adjusting herself under the thick blanket and refocusing her sight to where mine was, peering for a few moments. Static scratched at his head beside me, confused - if those are what I think they are, then we’ve got some bigger issues to worry over. ‘8.8cm Royal Ordinance, same ones used in Rheinmetall’s tank. You don’t think those are actually anti-tank artillery they’ve got there, do you?’ Passing her a worried look, I peered back through War Crime’s scope, following the ammo carrier over to one of the guns. single-barrel hydraulic recoil system, emplacement but with hooks for moving… I don’t think those barrels underneath are for more recoil control. A gun like that wouldn’t need to aim very high to hit max effective range against a target on the ground… ‘I didn’t think an AT gun could serve as an AA gun, too.’