cannon. Or, to be more precise, a long-barrelled cannon with an adjustable breech designed to engage aerial targets. In short, it was used primarily to fire at attacking dragons. In Dagos, Draco had been taught to spot the positions of various types of equipment, but the greatest emphasis had been placed precisely on the positions of these cannons. According to the general assessment of the battlefield, it was these that were the most dangerous, second only to magic.
Draco shook his head and ran to the other side of the rampart. He leaned out slightly through the gun port and scanned the surroundings. There was nothing suspicious to be seen. Just as on the other side, there were two lines of trenches and an empty approach to the fortifications. The only difference immediately apparent was the woodland further along the path they were now taking. Whilst up to now they had been travelling through a deciduous forest with plenty of low vegetation that helped them remain unnoticed, ahead of them he could see tall pine trees whose branches began several metres above the ground, and in the lower sections and at ground level there was absolutely nothing. There was scarcely any grass there either, and everything was covered by a layer of brown needles.
The dragon shook his head and returned to the spot where he’d leapt over the palisade. On the way, he took off his helmet and, when he appeared in a gap in the fortifications, waved it in the direction from which he’d come. For a moment, nothing happened, and then Sheth rose from the ravine and waved back at him.
