Chapter 810 Cavalry Charging Against Self-Propelled Artillery
Despite the assistance of machine spirits, the failure rate of self-propelled artillery on the battlefield remains high.
The entire self-propelled artillery piece has countless precision parts and requires two thousand man-hours to manufacture. However, if it is hit by enemy artillery even once, it will require major repairs.
Sometimes, the enemy couldn't even penetrate the armor; the sheer shock was enough to render the war machine unusable.
Such a valuable war machine, if it breaks down on a large scale...
“That’s only one reason; we have another big problem.” Isabella gently tapped the Rhine “War Fortress.”
"You mean, one of those mobile bunkers?" Nora looked a little awkward; she couldn't really imagine what a mobile bunker would look like.
“Yes, Galahad and I have seen it with our own eyes. That thing is our real enemy.”
Nora had seen the intelligence shared by Isabella; besides its astonishing size, that kind of war fortress also had extremely exaggerated firepower.
Steam tanks look like toys in comparison.
Although there has been no record of direct confrontation, the prevailing view on Castel's side is that self-propelled artillery would be difficult to contend with it head-on.
"However, there is no need to worry too much. Although the power of those war fortresses is exaggerated and their armor looks very thick, they are not fast. Most importantly, given their weight and size, logistical support will definitely be disastrous."
"However, I don't intend to just passively take the beating."
As Isabella finished speaking, she seemed to remember something, looked Nora up and down, and then turned to look at Galahad.
Galahad was taken aback, then his eyes gradually brightened, and he nodded at her.
Just as Nora was feeling a bit confused, she suddenly heard Galahad speak up: "I'm planning to organize a separate special forces team to use the high mobility of self-propelled artillery to infiltrate and reconnoiter the battlefield, to find out the strength of the war fortress. This mission is quite dangerous and requires the most skilled artillery drivers."
Nora swallowed hard and asked softly, "Do we need to wait in line?"
Galahad and Isabella exchanged a glance and both smiled.
That night, under the moonlight, several self-propelled artillery pieces slowly moved across the land.
Unlike other artillery pieces on the battlefield, these artillery pieces were heavily camouflaged, with their armor plates painted in a gray-yellow camouflage pattern and their vehicles secured with straw and branches.
The ferocious war machine has learned to disguise itself, like a silent cheetah in the forest, only revealing its fangs when hunting.
"Raging Squad, maintain silence. We have penetrated deep into enemy territory. From now on, do not use loudspeakers to communicate unless absolutely necessary."
Galahad's voice rang out, and the others responded to him in silence.
They were the team assembled by Galahad, consisting of five people. Although they were on infiltration and reconnaissance missions, they had a rather incongruous name: the Rampage Squad.
At the forefront was Galahad's cannon, and on its turret stood a slightly hunched figure, standing quietly, unmoved by the bumpy ride of the cannon beneath him.
That's my mother-in-law.
As a superhuman, Galahad can see in the dark, and combined with his superhuman ability to control vehicles, he can handle most unexpected situations.
The old woman, as a nymph of the fire-chasing moth, is most powerful at night, as she can easily detect all the shadows and unseen hiding places around her.
The nymphs possess a supernatural ability called "self-binding," which allows them to directly see everything around them. However, the downside is that the range of their ability is not very large, and they are unable to move, making them extremely vulnerable.
But just because it can't move doesn't mean the artillery can't move. Is the main body fragile?
The armor plates on self-propelled artillery are not just for show.
Galahad wasn't the only one searching for a way out; other superhumans were also looking for a way. Superhuman power might be less effective in the face of industry, but it was by no means useless.
"There are Vatican sentries at one o'clock." The old woman's voice suddenly rang in Nora's ears, and before she knew it, the old woman's figure had appeared on her turret.
[Nymphs] also have the ability to create clones, but the range cannot be too far, and their combat power is not strong.
But if used to relay messages, it would be extremely convenient.
Nora couldn't help but glance at her with a hint of envy. Times had changed. Although the Nymphs didn't have much ability in direct combat, they were playing a much more significant role than before. On the other hand, the Burialers had almost no advantage anymore. Perhaps they would become the second Knights in the future.
Except that it won't die.
Nora had heard about what was happening on the battlefield. Her fellow "Buried Ones" fought as recklessly as ever, and even more so because they were driving self-propelled artillery.
In the past, being beheaded on the battlefield was basically the end of the game, but now with self-propelled artillery, even if you are hit, it is difficult to be blown to pieces.
As long as the body remains largely intact, the [Buried One] can slowly recover, and even lost limbs can grow back, as long as they don't have to have their limbs below the neck amputated like Nora did.
In other words, as long as you don't die on the spot, the injuries to the [Buried One] driver are just minor bruises.
Therefore, their style of play on the battlefield is somewhat similar to that of the infinitely resurrected Fourth Calamity.
"A cavalry squad is rapidly approaching from ahead; there's no way to get around them!" the old woman's urgent voice suddenly rang out.
"We've been discovered?"
"Not necessarily. It could just be a coincidence that they were too fast to avoid in time."
"Cavalry marching at night?" Galahad sneered. "What a coincidence! Everyone, lift the silence restriction and prepare to engage the enemy!"
"receive!"
The engine roared suddenly louder, and the machine spirits let out a satisfied roar. They had been cooperating by keeping quiet and had been itching to keep quiet for a long time.
The self-propelled artillery on this side was extremely fast, and it was almost instantaneous when it met the opposing cavalry.
The cavalrymen didn't carry much firepower and were clearly caught off guard by the enemy's direct charge, causing them to panic.
"It is a blasphemous object of heretics!"
"The bishop was right, they really did sneak over!"
"These sneaky, despicable scoundrels!"
"Fear not! These heretics have sided with the evil Castel and will be cursed! Warriors of the Empire, for the sake of the sacred candlelight, charge with me!"
The priest at the forefront held the sacred text aloft, chanting prayers as he led the cavalry forward.
His response was a cold command.
"Crush them!"
Galahad's distorted voice emanated from the speakers, mixed with a few electrical noises, announcing the start of the battle.
The battle lasted only a moment. The Papacy's followers bravely charged at the self-propelled artillery, firing from their galloping horses. Judging from the faint clanging of the armor plates, their aim was quite good.
Then, their flesh and blood were also smeared onto the armor plates.
(End of this chapter)
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