Druao sometimes wondered, 'I'm clearly an artillery general, so how did I end up leading a heavy infantry division?'
'And this unit composition seems like something dug out of an ancient text. These days, the average army grunt wears a cotton uniform, or a thin breastplate at best. Heavy infantry? Seriously?'
That was until a group of Casters showed up during training one day. They excitedly brought a pile of iron shells and incomprehensible machinery in twelve horse-drawn carriages, then assembled it all with Magic.
'Right. Eleven meters tall, covered in steel armor, can't fly. It's definitely heavy. Heavy infantry, that checks out.'
