Truth Range

1871, Atlas continent. In the muddy trenches of the Mountains of Despair, the plate armor of the heavily armored knight could not stop the thrust of the three-edged bayonet, and the coat of arms of the nobles was shattered into powder in the explosion of picric acid. Traveler Roland Victor, in this meat grinder of alternation between old and new eras, received a commission to hell: "Second Lieutenant Commander of the Independent Seventh Punishment Battalion of the Expeditionary Force." There are no elites under his command, only prisoners, refugees and abandoned children abandoned by the times. His warehouse contained no supplies, only rusty muskets and bread mixed with sawdust. Roland didn't care. Starting from the digging of foxholes, he reshaped infantry drills; starting from the improvement of gunpowder ratio, he established industrial standards; starting from the first deep defense belt, he defined what "modern warfare" is. "In this era, the so-called reputation, faith and bloodline are worthless in the face of the metal storm with a firing rate of 500 per minute." From the volley of rifled guns to the roar of train guns; From Verdun-style steel grinders to unrestricted submarine warfare in the depths of the ocean. Roland told the world with piles of bullet casings: "The truth is only within my range."