Chapter 809 The End of the Extraordinary Era
Nora not only got to queue, but she queued in the legendary queue.
There are too many "Buried Ones" who want to operate artillery, but the advance on the battlefield requires controlling the pace, and the logistical supply of artillery also takes time. All of this means that we don't need that many people for the time being.
Nora calculated that she might have to wait at least half a month to go to the battlefield.
Who could stand this!
She went to Galahad to ask about the situation.
After all, in Nora's view, once you have weapons, you should send them all to the battlefield and push all the way to the Rhineland in one fell swoop.
Nora couldn't understand why she couldn't use the artillery on the battlefield while hoarding weapons.
When they found Galahad, he was also operating a self-propelled gun, and Isabella was taking notes.
"Full speed ahead—yes, don't slow down, fire immediately!"
The engine roared, and Galahad's self-propelled gun left a trail of smoke on the ground. Upon hearing Isabella's order, he turned his turret around and fired almost without aiming.
Bang!
Several hundred meters away, a half-body target was pierced through – because it was an exercise, Galahad's shells were not loaded with explosives.
Nora, standing to the side, stared wide-eyed.
Hitting a half-body target from hundreds of meters away might be possible with a properly calibrated rifle, but what about hitting it with an artillery shell? Or while it's moving at full speed?
Galahad stopped the car, opened the hatch, jumped out, glanced at the target in the distance, and smiled with satisfaction.
"Well, the Knight isn't entirely useless after all."
Nora then realized that this must be his extraordinary ability.
That makes sense, as a knight can perfectly control their mount and share their extraordinary power with it.
Horses are mounts, so why can't self-propelled artillery be considered a mount?
"Perfect control" is not limited to driving; it also applies to horseback riding, except that horses don't have 150mm cannon muzzles.
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"Extraordinary power can be used like this?!"
"Haha, maybe we were all wrong before. This is the correct way to use supernatural power." Galahad was clearly in a great mood.
It's easy to imagine how terrifying his perfect vehicle control is on the battlefield.
Nora has actually piloted self-propelled artillery on the battlefield. Even with the assistance of the machine spirit, she still needs to stop before firing each time.
Firing while on the move? It's not impossible; it can certainly be useful for providing fire coverage, but precision strikes are virtually impossible.
The rapid advance of artillery, the bumps and jolting during travel, and the near absence of flat ground on the battlefield all contribute to a sharp decline in accuracy.
Even if she aimed carefully, it was difficult to hit a moving target, especially since Galahad had pushed the performance of the self-propelled gun to its limit, and his full speed was much faster than Nora's.
Looking at Galahad in front of her, Nora secretly estimated that if she were to fight him, Galahad could probably easily destroy five, no, ten of her combined forces.
This, this
"What's wrong? Are you scared?" Isabella looked at the silent Nora with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Yes, he can completely change the course of the battle."
"Change the course of the war? I don't think so." Isabella's expression turned serious, and she pointed to the military camp in the distance.
A row of large machines were placed on the open ground over there.
Although covered by a tarpaulin, Nora could still tell at a glance what was underneath: self-propelled artillery.
"Ten vehicles arrived this morning, and the mechanic who came with them told me that ten more would arrive this afternoon. In fact, if it weren't for the need to transport related parts and consumables simultaneously, the self-propelled artillery that arrives in a day could fill the entire warehouse."
"And this is just the beginning. Castel's production capacity is ramping up rapidly. Perhaps it won't be long before self-propelled artillery can be lined up and charge on the battlefield."
"Miss Nora, what were your feelings when you first saw this terrifying production capacity?"
Nora pursed her lips, recalling the entire shipload of self-propelled artillery at Blood Harbor docks; the shock of that time seemed to return before her eyes.
I feel so insignificant.
Galahad, and you?
"I also feel very insignificant," Galahad said with a wry smile.
He might be strong against others, able to withstand an attack from ten Noras.
Even with ten times the power of Nora, it's still just a drop in the ocean compared to Castel's production capacity.
Nora's was a small fraction, Galahad's was a much larger fraction, but Castells didn't care.
"So, personal bravery and extraordinary strength really don't mean much in the face of industry. Now it's the age of ordinary people," Galahad lamented. "Times have changed."
"Speaking of which, what brings you here again?"
Nora then remembered that she had come to ask why they weren't launching a full-scale invasion. She didn't want to interfere with Isabella's tactics, but she wanted to be on the battlefield.
Or, as a last resort, at least avoid queuing.
"Oh, you mean this?" Isabella casually took a map from the guard next to her and spread it out on the ground.
"After the Empire's frantic counterattack, the territory under my control once dropped to its lowest point, even less than before the war began."
"After acquiring the self-propelled artillery, Tiss only pushed the front line forward slightly, without launching a full-scale offensive. In fact, I'm still controlling the number of artillery pieces deployed. You have questions about that, don't you?"
Nora nodded.
"Come on, look at the map."
Isabella squatted on the ground without any regard for manners, while Nora, due to her height advantage, could see more clearly. This map did not simply mark the names of various places, but also drew contour lines, which could roughly distinguish the terrain of each place.
Isabella's slender fingers traced across the map, pointing from the front lines on Tiss's side all the way to the Rhine.
"This is the route we took to advance. I have chosen the easiest path and avoided all the complicated terrain, but heavy firepower such as Gatling guns still cannot be transported to the front line."
"A Gatling gun, even with its base, weighs only a few hundred kilograms, while a self-propelled artillery piece weighs a full ten tons."
Nora looked thoughtful.
"Let's look at it from another angle. Why has the Papacy's offensive slowed down here? They have steam tanks now, so why don't they push the front line all the way to Blood Harbor?"
Isabella's finger traced the long supply line across the Rhineland and pointed towards the Duchy of Tiss.
"Supplies, supplies, and more supplies."
"Whether it's steam tanks or self-propelled artillery, they all rely heavily on logistical support. Once self-propelled artillery at the front loses its logistical support, it becomes almost disposable. Any small malfunction could cause it to break down directly. You've already seen what the Tess looks like without its self-propelled artillery."
(End of this chapter)
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