Partially inspired by Anonistrator's When Nonny Comes Marchin' Home.

"Battery! Distance five hundred, angle forty-five, high-disperser A! Fire!"
>"Aye!"
>With a slight pull on the rope, complicated machinery of the battle stations starts to work, finally sending a dozen of high-dispersing airburst shells across the sky and to the enemy fort.
>"Cor-nel, we have a hit! One, three, eight, ten hits!" your adjutant proudly reports.
"Good work! Pre-e-pare!"
>Personnel of the battle stations is in a hurry, reloading the magnificent pieces of technology.
>Truly a great sight.
>"Cor-nel!"
"Eh"
>"LIE DOWN!"
>The next second, enemy high-disperser explodes ten foot above your fort.
>Your adjutant has been hit by one of the fragment, so you rush toward her...
>...and wipe a bit off snow off her muzzle.