The Glass Battery of Tindouf

Retreating across the sun-scorched scrub plains of Ksar-Tafila, artillery prism-pointer Belkacem-oui trusts only trigonometry, split-glass quadrants, and cold iron. In a continental war fought with flintlock muskets, horse batteries, and coastal sloops, field artillery relies on calibrated tourmaline sighting stakes driven into the soil—crystalline conduits that bend cannon shot around terrain obstacles at the lethal cost of mechanical recoil strain. When an entire allied infantry square is butchered by shells fired from his own battery, Belkacem discovers the deflection stakes were intentionally swapped and misaligned. With eighty thousand soldiers bottlenecking in panic across arid gorges and hostile lancers closing the perimeter, Belkacem realizes the betrayal is not random sabotage: someone in imperial high command is calibrating their longest-range batteries to assassinate their own sovereign. Surrounded by superstitious line-soldiers and arrogant commanders who despise gunnery science, Belkacem must use cracked lenses and plumb-lines to uncover the conspiracy before the rear guard is broken and the empire collapses into slaughter.