Chapter 808 Want to go to the front lines? Get in line.
Nora picked up Nora, put the fried fish into the crew compartment of the self-propelled gun, and then put Nora in as well.
Nora stared at Nora in shock, completely stunned.
Nora, who was standing, seemed to hesitate for a moment, then reached out and patted Nora's head.
Nora's long white hair was ruffled, and she quickly shook it off. Just as she was about to say something, Nora reached out and slammed the crew cabin canopy shut.
She tapped on the armor plate, and as if receiving a command, the machine spirit immediately started the engine and drove Nora forward.
Nora didn't recover from her shock until the artillery had been fired quite a distance.
There was a bag of fries next to her.
Are these the fries Nora treated her to?
Betty looked at Big Nora beside her with some surprise.
People around them were talking about it, some were just amazed, but Bettis was different; she had spent a long time with Nora.
She knew that Nora couldn't handle all these complicated things, at least not before.
I'd be happy to help her out by packaging the fries.
But that set of movements was so smooth and fluid, it was no worse than what a normal person would do, right?
Is this... is this still the Nora she knows?
Betty suddenly had a thought and turned to look at the self-propelled artillery that was gradually moving away in the distance.
There is the other half of Nora there.
Could it be because Nora is here too?
Betty suddenly felt a little irritated. She was indeed Nora's friend, but it seemed that only another Nora could make her Nora more complete.
Is she going to lose another employee?
After a long while, a scream suddenly came from the fried fish shop.
"Nora, did you just give her something extra spicy?"
On a distant rooftop, a head peeked out furtively.
Nini's eyes lit up as she watched everything that had just happened at the fried fish shop.
The front lines of the battlefield.
The Vatican has not had an easy time these days.
After acquiring the steam tanks, they briefly reversed the entire battle situation and launched a full-scale counterattack.
This heavily armored war machine was virtually invincible on the battlefield; not to mention muskets, almost all of the Tiss New Army's light weapons were helpless against it.
As a result, the Vatican's believers and priests were in high spirits, chanting prayers as they advanced madly, and soon recovered all the lost territory.
All of this continued until Castells brought self-propelled artillery to the battlefield.
The Vatican considered the initial destruction of the four tanks as an accident.
After all, Isabella had previously used a trick to get many steam tanks stuck in the mud, so this time it should be something similar, right?
But when the sighting report of the tenth steam tank was submitted, the Vatican could no longer sit still.
This time, the steam tanks had truly met their match, or rather, the real war had finally begun.
Amidst this turbulent undercurrent, Nora arrived at the battlefield.
This time, after I got off the train, there was no diesel locomotive to pick me up.
Nora personally drove the artillery to the front-line camp.
Although the methods of combat are somewhat similar, there are still subtle differences between this world and Earth.
For example, self-propelled artillery can travel long distances.
On Earth, tanks and self-propelled artillery are kept away from the battlefield as much as possible; they are towed whenever possible.
This is mainly a reliability issue.
Tanks are highly integrated, which results in a persistently high failure rate.
Before heading to the battlefield, you have to drive hundreds of kilometers, and who knows how many of those kilometers will break down along the way.
Repairing equipment under rudimentary conditions in the field poses a tremendous challenge to logistics.
But this world is different; it has organic souls.
Machine spirits can slightly alter the physical properties of machinery, and these alterations transcend reality.
In other words, as long as the initial maintenance is done properly, the machine can even fix minor problems itself. If it can't be fixed, it can just tough it out. If it can't be toughed out, it can tell the mechanic where the problem is.
While overly complex issues are beyond our control, the problems that lower the reliability of a tank are simply the accumulation of various minor flaws.
After undergoing the maintenance and pleasing of the machine spirit, Nora confidently headed to the front lines with the other self-propelled artillery pieces.
Helena was her contact at the front line.
Nora recognized her; she was a veteran "Undertaker," having always been Ignati's second-in-command, and perhaps she would one day become the Patriarch.
However, for the [Buried Ones], such things are uncertain. Since they won't die, perhaps a thousand years later the Patriarch will still be Ignatius, or perhaps a war will change three people.
"Oh, little Nora, you're here again."
Helena walked up happily, reached out and opened Nora's crew cabin door, lifted Nora up and looked her over, then hugged her in her arms.
Nora looked clearly unwilling.
Helena used to call her Little Nora, but Nora disliked the nickname and would always object.
Now she's truly become like Little Nora, and there's no way to refute it.
Moreover, she already has three kill records, making her a legendary self-propelled artillery driver. How could she possibly be Little Nora?
Somewhat disgruntled, Nora jumped out of Helena's arms and asked sternly, "How's the situation at the front?"
“It’s terrible.” Helena sighed. “We wanted to see what a battlefield was like, but the chances of going are limited, and most people have to wait in line.”
"Queuing? What queuing?" Nora asked, confused, then her eyes widened. "Do we need to queue to go to the battlefield? How many people from the Holy Temple have come?"
"There are many people interested in self-propelled artillery, especially after hearing about your combat record."
Nora's eyes lit up upon hearing this: "Everyone knows?"
"Of course, they've been discussing Nora's impressive performance for a long time, over there."
Nora turned her head and saw a group of people walking out of the military camp, discussing something animatedly.
Upon closer inspection, they were all familiar faces—priests from the Silent Church.
"So many? Are there enough cannons to go around?"
"There are barely enough artillery pieces to go around, but not enough for the enemy, so we have to wait in line."
There were dozens of "Buried Ones" in the military camp, which means that almost the entire Holy Church had been mobilized to participate in the battle.
This was actually a decision made by the [Buried Ones] after discussion. Firstly, it would gain Castel's favor. Although they were able to live in Castel because of Nora, they did not intend to just enjoy the benefits without doing any work.
Secondly, this is a chance to operate self-propelled artillery; in the past, the Holy Temple never had such a good thing.
The priests of the Silent Church have a natural affinity for this cold, silent war machine.
"Then please register me first. I'm here to participate in the war." Nora suddenly felt a sense of urgency. She had come all this way, she couldn't possibly not be able to go to the battlefield, could she?
"Yes, but you have to wait in line."
"I have three kill records, and I'm a legendary artillery driver!"
“If you want to go to the battlefield, you have to wait in line.” Helena sneered. “Legend? Even legends have to wait in line.”
(End of this chapter)
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