Magic Industrial Age.

Chapter 488-486: Defeat is Imminent (Please Subscribe)
The next day, in the morning.

As October approaches, at the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, the heat dissipates and a cold wind suddenly rises.

Although small, it seemed to penetrate through clothing, chilling to the bone and instilling a sense of sorrow.

Such weather, coupled with the mournful sound of horns, naturally creates a sense of desolation that permeates the world.

As promised, Duke Aquinas Graham kept his word, eating breakfast early and drinking two bottles of red wine.

Feeling his blood boiling, he rode his Flame Prison Komodo and stepped out of the camp.

Behind him was a group of wildly styled knights, also urging their mounts on, following closely behind.

In modern warfare, command is far more important than morale; no commander-in-chief needs to resort to tactics like being the first to break through enemy lines.

Even in this extraordinary world, where individual power can be unimaginably strong, unless one is a legendary powerhouse, they are still afraid of being surrounded and trapped in an army. They will still fight until they are exhausted and their fighting spirit is depleted.

In the end, he died a gruesome death!

Therefore, the actions of the Duke of Aquinas Graham were somewhat frivolous.

But what can you do when it's a Slavic army?

They admire force and, even more so, the brave.

If the commander doesn't have some martial prowess, he'll be bullied to death by them!

However, if the commander is strong and brave enough, they are equally willing to follow him to the death.

As a result, following the Knights of the Infernal, large numbers of soldiers from the newly formed 113th Division gathered.

Without even being urged, they simply took up their weapons, lined up in formation, and continued to press forward.

It is worth mentioning that there are some 'new talents' among them, including two battalions of snipers and an artillery battalion.

The weapons they use are all outdated Imperial standard magic rifles. The range is decent and the accuracy is not bad. The only drawback is that they are manually cocked, which makes loading bullets slow.

Don't underestimate this one flaw; compared to the Garand semi-automatic rifle, it's far inferior.

On the battlefield, shooting accuracy is important, but it is not as important as the advantage of striking first.

The bullet's attack power is what it is; unless you're a third-tier transcendent being, you'll need to release your battle aura for defense.

Otherwise, if one is not careful, a single bullet could kill everyone without equal.

Therefore, the most important thing is always to gain the first-mover advantage, suppress enemy fire, build a fire network, or bombard the ground with artillery fire.

The 113th Division also had field artillery, barely enough to form a battalion, and they were all using third- or fourth-generation magic-powered cannons, which had a very long range and were quite troublesome to reload.

Not to mention the Habsburg Empire, even the Kingdom of Sardinia and the Bonaparte Empire were far inferior.

This was all the Slavs could offer, which shows that the Slavs' magical army was still quite backward.

However, sometimes, when there are enough strong people, all unfavorable factors can be overcome.

Such a commotion was naturally noticed in Frostmoon Canyon as well.

At this time, the one guarding this place is still Grand Knight Commander Vincent Ackerman.

However, with the reorganization of the Lion Legion and the establishment of the First Royal Guard of the Flower Territory, the so-called Grand Knight Commander no longer represented a specific position.

Vincent Ackerman remains one of the most outstanding commanders in the Flower Territory, and he progresses alongside the construction and expansion of the Royal Guard.

He issued the battle order the moment he detected the enemy's unusual movements.

On the cliff face, the camouflage was completely removed, revealing the dark gun barrels.

One by one, the well-trained guards quickly completed loading and calibration, aimed the cannons at the distant Infernal Knights, and made minor adjustments.

On the castle in Frostmoon Canyon, machine gun muzzles were set up at regular intervals, and grenades were placed within easy reach.

Further inside the castle was a specially constructed platform, where rows of field cannons glowed with magical light, and shells were being loaded into them, their trajectories calculated long ago.

It can cover the entire mountain road and extend forward to the artillery area outside the mountain.

Xu Jin's barrage of comments: Under the barrage of artillery fire, it's really, really difficult to break through head-on.

As Vincent Ackerman gave the order, the three field guns on the cliff opened fire first.

With a deafening roar, the earth trembled, rocks tumbled down, and amidst the billowing smoke, three cannonballs each traced an arc, precisely striking the Infernal Knights.

This single action demonstrated the artillery skills they had mastered through long-term training and study.

The Duke of Aquinas Graham's response was quite simple, so simple that it was unadorned.

He didn't think about retreating; instead, he stared at the cannonballs and slashed at the air with his bull-horn battle axe.

A bright blade of battle aura flashed past, directly breaking through the hundred-meter limit of extraordinary experts, and then strangely split into three, cutting down the cannonballs hundreds of meters away.

There were no shells, so a secondary explosion occurred in mid-air, sending countless fragments flying and dust billowing up.

But the distance was too great, and it was impossible to harm the young duke.

However, behind the castle, the rows of magic-powered field guns seemed to have received a signal and opened fire one after another.

Boom boom boom boom boom!
Dozens, even hundreds, of shells flew through the billowing smoke, tracing arcs as they hurtled towards the Infernal Knights.

But the next second, the Grand Duke suddenly raised his hand, his bull-horned battle axe pointing to the sky, and fiery red battle aura, like flames, rose from his body, with rolling heat waves spreading outwards. Behind him, the Fiery Knights also raised their weapons, their fiery red battle auras blooming, twisting and exploding with intense heat as if covering the earth, like spreading out a prairie fire.

Then, they made almost the same move as the young duke, swinging their weapons and slashing through the air.

As a result, dozens of battle qi slashes pierced the air, carrying high temperatures and shrieks, intercepting the cannonballs in mid-air.

The continuous explosions in mid-air created a destructive spectacle accompanied by bursts of fighting spirit, resembling a magnificent fireworks display—dazzling, dangerous, and beautiful.

At that moment, Vincent Ackerman's expression changed drastically on the castle. His previously calm heart plummeted into despair, filled with bitterness.

Extraordinary, they're all extraordinary!

As far as the eye could see, there was not a single knight below the third rank in the entire 120 knights of the Infernal Knights Order.

That young Grand Duke may have only reached the peak of the third rank, but he was definitely practicing some kind of sacred technique, just like Count Loy.

Otherwise, he simply wouldn't be able to control so many powerful individuals.

He was originally very confident in defending the castle; he had fought to the death here more than once and knew the place very well.

He believed that with the upgraded turrets, he could keep any enemy at bay.

But now he realizes he was careless.

There is another tactic in this world that doesn't play tricks on you, but rather completely crushes you with strength.

"Fire! Fire! Don't stop!"

"Fire!"

Once he realized what was happening, Vincent Ackerman issued the command, without even realizing that his voice had become shrill.

In fact, without his orders, the various gun emplacements were already firing continuously, shells were being loaded, sealed, infused with magic, and activated...

In an instant, smoke filled the air and the roar was incessant, as if all the cannonballs had been unleashed.

This is what they learned in the military: if the enemy is too strong, don't worry about precision; just fire all the shells in the shortest amount of time.

When you're poor, use tactical infiltration; when you're rich, use overwhelming firepower. That's the principle.

They absolutely followed Roy's tactical ideas strictly.

Unfortunately, this time the enemies were far too numerous and too overwhelming.

Suddenly, dozens of figures shot into the sky, their bodies ablaze with fiery red battle aura, and their battle aura wings spread out behind them. With a single tremor, they were carried into the heavens.

Extraordinary combat skills, battle aura transforms into wings!
Don't think this combat skill is laughable. In fact, learning and mastering it is the way for ground units to become air combat powerhouses.

They kept climbing higher and higher until they were over a kilometer away, completely out of range. Then they moved to the airspace above the gun emplacement and swooped down again.

The three gun emplacements on the cliff, also equipped with heavy machine guns, angrily opened fire into the air, creating an intersecting field of fire.

But it was useless, completely useless. It landed on the solidified battle aura defense and bounced off with a clang.

As they drew near, the Qi Slash unleashed its full power, the fiery crescent blade cleaving the cliff face in two.

The artillerymen and soldiers caught in the throng were overwhelmed with almost no resistance.

After doing all this, they increased their altitude to a thousand meters and continued their dive attack.

This time, they aimed at the castle in the canyon, and the cannons that kept firing.

At this moment, even though the Imperial Guard soldiers had already raised their heavy machine guns and pointed them to the sky,

Even the five extraordinary knights, led by Vincent Ackerman, raised their weapons and unleashed their fighting spirit.

Yet, their eyes still betrayed an undisguised panic.

At this moment, below, on the mountain path, the remaining Flame Prison Knights transformed their battle aura into shields to block in front of them, and then urged their Flame Prison Komodo Beasts onto the mountain path.

Don't assume that Komodo dragons are clumsy; in fact, with the enhancement of their complementary fighting spirit, they are as agile as cheetahs.
In the leaps, they avoided rolling stones and rugged terrain.

Their master would occasionally unleash a battle aura slash, which would block all the cannonballs from entering.

Upon approaching, behind them, the newly formed 113th Division artillery battalion, also pulling heavy field guns, began busily calibrating and loading shells.

That's right, their range isn't long enough, but if they get close enough, they can still cause damage.

At that very moment, a communications soldier rushed out and handed Vincent Ackerman the handset of a walkie-talkie.

Vincent Ackerman didn't hesitate and took the microphone, whereupon he heard a familiar yet youthful voice from the other end.

"Vincent, how's the battle going?"

Vincent Ackerman pursed his lips, and finally spoke amidst the smoke and roar of the battlefield.

"The Fiery Knights are incredibly powerful, with over a hundred third-tier extraordinary experts. They truly deserve their place among the top ten knight orders on the continent!"

"They chose a tactic of air strikes and infantry advance. The cliff forts have been damaged, and we do not expect to hold out for long."

"However, Your Excellency, please rest assured, our tribe will live and die with Frostmoon Canyon!"

He paused, then spoke with a resolute tone: "Even if we die, my troops will bite off a piece of the enemy's flesh!"

(End of this chapter)