On a day at the end of August, thunderous artillery sounds echoed from an estate in the outskirts of Paris City.
Anning, holding a monocular telescope, watched the distant targets, with several points of impact landing far from the targets.
Before Anning could comment, her maid Vanni already spoke up behind her: "Such poor accuracy, truly awful."
"No, Vanni." Anning shook her head, turned to look at her maid, "These people have only received artillery training for a month, being able to fire the cannon is already a victory."
Anning paused, then added: "To fire it without harming themselves counts as a victory."
Vanni: "Is it okay to have such low standards? The current situation is so chaotic…"
Indeed, the situation was very chaotic and would become even more so in the future.
Having an army loyal to oneself at such a time was naturally a great advantage.
