The Fourth Calamity never believed in the steel torrent!

Chapter 242 Was the Tsar Cannon a lottery surprise?

"Good heavens, this is truly a good thing! No wonder it's called the Tsar Cannon!"

"I just don't understand, how narcissistic must His Majesty be to put a statue of himself in front of this cannon?"

When Andrei saw the Tsar statue, plated with brass and bearing a striking resemblance to Napoleon's equestrian portrait, perched atop the locomotive, he was speechless.

Honestly, instead of this sculpture, why not just hang up a sculpture of a cold-blooded lady?
At least the cold-blooded lady could cast a blessing after she did it, but what power did the Tsar have?
But there was nothing he could do; after all, the Tsar had paid for its construction, so Andrei could only complain and couldn't actually remove the sculpture.

However, all he could say was that this Tsar was incredibly narcissistic; at least he felt he could never do such a thing, it would be so embarrassing to watch!
Putting aside the Tsar himself, Andrei carefully observed the giant cannon and felt that it was remarkably similar to the Gustav Cannon of yesteryear in many ways, yet also quite different.

Putting aside the fact that this thing has a larger caliber than the Gustav, isn't the barrel of this thing just too thick?
Andrei stood at the muzzle and carefully examined the gun barrel.

Whether it was due to poor manufacturing processes or some other reason, the walls of this giant cannon looked much thicker than the Gustav I remembered.

If it weren't for the fact that the rest of the cannon was quite modern, Andrei would have felt as if he were looking at the Ottoman Urban Cannon!
In addition, there are numerous carvings and murals on the outside of this cannon.

It's unclear whether this Tsar's aesthetic was truly so simple and unpretentious, and particularly close to that of an emperor, or if there were some other particular considerations, but even the outer wall of this super cannon had to be plated with a layer of brass.

Looking at it, the entire cannon looks gleaming gold, and together with the sculpture in front of it, it doesn't look like something used in actual combat at all; it's more like a spectacular work of art!

"General, what... what is this thing? It's unbelievable!"

A soldier asked Andrei with a look of amazement, and Andrei shook his head.

"Don't ask me, I don't know either. This is the first time I've ever seen such a huge cannon!"

Hearing Andrei's words, Nikolayev, who had run over to greet the giant cannon, asked, somewhat puzzled:
"General, what's wrong? Have you been skipping too many classes?"

"If I remember correctly, there's a Tsar Cannon that's routinely parked outside the Military Academy. You should be able to see that cannon as long as you're inside the Military Academy!"

Andrei rolled his eyes at his elderly chief of staff, clearly annoyed.

"Please, didn't I have amnesia before? I can't remember anything from before!"

"I can't even remember what my father, General Constantine, looked like, let alone an oversized cannon."

Behind this cannon, there are several special train carriages used to transport attached artillerymen.

The number of people responsible for operating and maintaining this cannon alone exceeds 800.

If we also include the engineering corps that lays railways specifically for this cannon when necessary, just this one giant cannon alone would require more than 2000 people to maintain!
In response, Andrei could only say that the Tsar was really burning through his money!
He would be better off using the money he would have spent on cannons to build an armored force!
Besides the cannon, Andrei also noticed that there was a dedicated choir attached to the back of this giant cannon.

It's unclear whether the Church of Winter was involved in the forging of this giant cannon, or whether the army simply wanted to bestow upon it the blessing of the Cold-Blooded Lady.
When Andrei saw a group of Winter Church pastors dressed in blue and white robes singing hymns in unison, led by a bald old man, he really couldn't hold back anymore.

"Honestly, if you did some mechanical modifications on these guys and dressed them in red robes, I feel like you could easily cosplay a general's cannon with this cannon!"

Next to Andrei, some players who had come specifically to see the giant cannon couldn't help but complain, and also asked others to take a group photo for them in front of the cannon.

Although this thing is a spectacle in the game, its exaggerated appearance makes players very keen to take a picture with it.

Regardless, this is a spectacle!

Even in other war games, they rarely see such a ferocious cannon with such a flamboyant design.

"Colonel, I have a question. How is this cannon usually operated?"

Upon reaching the control platform, Andrei asked a commander in formal attire.

I wonder if this cannon was just pulled down from the parade ground, or if there's some special reason for it.

All the artillerymen operating the cannon were dressed in a very ornate red and green uniform, while the colonel was dressed like an officer from the Napoleonic era.

Looking at the bunch of epaulettes and belts hanging on this guy's hat, and even the large feathers on his hat, Andrei felt as if he were seeing a peacock spreading its tail feathers!

"It's very simple. You just load the shells and propellant in, and then adjust them using a crank. To operate this thing, the Empire even made some additional modifications to the Burner mech!"

As he spoke, the "Peacock Colonel" pointed out to Andrei three mechs that were waiting in the distance.

One of the Burner mechs had its hands replaced with giant pincers. Its task was to carry the teleported shells inside and forcefully load the shells and propellant into the magazine.

The other two Burner mechs appear to have more dexterous mechanical arms; these two mechs respectively operate horizontal and vertical spirals to aim the cannon.

"It looks pretty good, but speaking of which, how long does it actually take for this cannon to be aimed, loaded, and fired?"

Andrei nodded, then couldn't help but ask curiously.

He now really wanted to compare this cannon with the Gustav Cannon; at least in terms of loading mode and aiming, he felt that this cannon was already much better than the Gustav.

Located on Earth, when the Gustav cannon was being loaded with shells, a modified Panzer II tank was needed on the platform to push the shells in.

It is obvious that the Panzer II is no match for the mech with a robotic arm in terms of the flexibility of loading shells, which can be considered a victory!
In addition, the Gustav cannon on Earth was aimed particularly slowly, mainly because when a person turned the cannon's auger, they could only make a tiny adjustment at a time.

There was no other way; this cannon was so big and heavy that, relying on mechanical transmission, if a person wanted to be able to turn the auger of this thing, they would naturally have to use a whole bunch of gears to reduce the force.

This means that many turns of the screw are needed to change the angle of the cannon even slightly.

In comparison, the Cambrian Empire's cannon, which relies on the shaking of mechs, is much less sophisticated.

Looking at the huge crank that was at least 5 meters in diameter, he knew that this thing should be able to aim much faster than the original Gustav, but it would probably be a bit rougher when aiming.

That makes it two wins!
Add to that the victory in caliber, and if this thing gets another three wins, it seems like it could completely defeat Gustav?
"General, if our artillery squad were to operate it, it would take us about 15 minutes to complete a single shelling, starting from scratch and aiming!"

"However, if you don't need to aim and just fire at the existing angle, this giant cannon can fire a shell in just five minutes."

Wow, so fast?

Andrei was genuinely surprised!

It's important to know that the Gustav Cannon on Earth could only fire once every hour, which is incredibly slow compared to the Cambrian Empire's giant cannon!
"Then how do we cool down this cannon?"

"I feel that with a barrel this thick, cooling must be a real problem, right?"

Andrei asked somewhat uncertainly, if he remembered correctly, the Gustav Gun seemed to have problems with cooling and short barrel life.

Just how short is the barrel life of this thing?
Andrei wasn't quite sure, but judging from the looks of it, he felt it probably wouldn't last long.

But this thing absolutely mustn't have cooling issues; he doesn't want such an enormous cannon to explode on his own position when he fires it!

"Don't worry, cooling is easy to handle; that's precisely the greatest use of a choir!"

"Colonel Peacock" casually pointed to the choir in the distance and said:
"See those people from the Church of Winter? Their main purpose is to use divine magic to help us cool down!"

"Ice and snow magic is perfect for cooling the barrel of this giant cannon. As long as we have the choir sing in unison after each shot, we won't have to worry about the cannon cooling down!"

Andrei said he had nothing more to say; this world is truly magical!

Since that's the case, let's start fighting!

Under the guise of a visit, Andrei deliberately stood on the giant cannon to check how many players were needed to operate it.

Unfortunately, if players were to operate this giant cannon, it would require more than one person.

One player is responsible for firing the cannon, or rather, pressing the button. Another player operates the mech to transport and load the shells, while two other players operate the mech to adjust the spins in order to aim at the giant cannon.

In addition, there are also people in the back responsible for operating the machines to move the shells, so operating this cannon really requires quite a few players!

To put it simply, it was as if they weren't controlling a single game unit, but rather a combination of a large number of game units, each with its own mission.

Upon seeing this model, Andrei couldn't help but frown.

He knew that once the game switched to this mode, the player's speed advantage would likely decrease significantly.

He had originally thought that if players could directly control the giant cannon, would it be possible to fire a shot every minute?
However, judging from the current situation, this thing is extremely complicated in terms of loading, firing, and aiming, and requires a large number of players to cooperate.

Given the players' coordination skills, Andrei seriously doubted whether their reloading speed could match that of these skilled artillerymen.

"By the way, when are you leaving here?"

Suddenly remembering something, Andrei asked the group of artillerymen in front of him.

He knew that these people were just passing through his area and weren't there to support him.

The ultimate destination of this giant cannon was to be transported to Petrograd, so even if General Constantine made exceptions for him, the cannon would not stay on his position for long.

After hearing what Andrei said, Colonel Peacock pondered for a moment and then said:
"General, we can stay here for a whole day, until dawn the next day, and then we can set off again!"

"So during this time, you can make full use of our cannon, and we will provide you with battlefield support!"

Upon hearing this, Andrei was immediately delighted.

He patted the colonel on the shoulder and told him to come to his house sometime, then asked him to help set up the cannon and aim it.

Our own troops are still launching a fierce attack on the enemy and are worried about the lack of suitable artillery support. If we don't put this giant cannon to use right away, when will we?
The Black Hawk Army in the distance was still busy fighting with the players, or rather, being unilaterally crushed by them.

After a fierce and bloody battle, most of the Black Hawk troops in the forest were annihilated, while the remaining armored forces chose to retreat quickly, leaving behind a group of infantry to cover their retreat.

Although this is unfair to the infantry, there's no other way; their mission is to cover the armored units.

They also discovered that the strange tanks driven by the enemy's armored soldiers were incredibly powerful, not only with strong firepower but also with exceptionally thick armor.

When the player's KV-1 tank first appeared in the Black Hawk Army's field of vision, they were almost stunned by it.

Unless they get close enough, their 75mm guns have little chance of penetrating the frontal armor of this thing. Even when they try to attack the turret ring and the vehicle tracks in hopes of stopping the enemy vehicle, the effect is minimal.

Basically, every tank has a dedicated engineer player inside. As soon as the tank is disabled by the enemy, they will climb out of the hatch under the tank as quickly as possible and repair the tank.

In addition, there were quite a few repairmen among the other players, who would come over from time to time to provide repair and support.

This made the KV-1 tank practically immortal; the Black Hawk forces fought for a long time but couldn't kill this monster!

"Watch out, they're trying to escape! Chase after them!"

Upon seeing the enemy mechs retreating, the player didn't hesitate to drive his tank forward, completely disregarding the enemy infantry blocking his way.

Although they knew that enemy infantry would pose a significant threat to their tanks once they got close, they didn't care.

Players who are already caught up in the action don't care about anything else; they just floor the gas pedal and charge forward!

The other infantrymen following the tanks helped them clear out other enemy infantry while cursing under their breath.

Some of these infantrymen are player-made units, but the majority are ordinary Cambrian soldiers.

So when they exerted all their strength, running on two legs behind the tanks, and then watched all those steel vehicles speed away, they felt that their combat careers were bleak.

Damn it, are they really treating them like livestock? Aren't they afraid of exhausting them to death?

"Suka! Die!"

After uttering a local curse, a Cambrian soldier plunged the bayonet of his rifle into the enemy's chest, panting slightly.

I have no idea how the general's elite guards train. These guys' physical abilities are simply insane!

This group of people kept charging forward, as if they were never tired, and it was an endless charge.

He felt exhausted after stabbing an enemy soldier to death with all his might, but those guys could kill someone in less than three seconds!
There was nothing they could do; their bayonet thrusts were ultimately no match for the players' precision.

For players, stabbing with bayonets is like a game mechanic; one stab can kill the enemy instantly.

However, for ordinary soldiers, when they stab with bayonets, they usually stab the enemy in the abdomen because there are too many ribs in the chest, and if they are not careful, the bayonet will get stuck in the ribs.

Black Hawk soldiers aren't made of iron anyway. Even if being stabbed in the abdomen won't kill them instantly, the pain of having their intestines twisted into a mess is enough to render them incapable of fighting in an instant.

We'll finish them off once they're down.

Just then, several cavalrymen suddenly came running up from behind, blowing whistles and shouting loudly at them:

"Halt! Get our armored units back immediately! Our artillery support is about to be deployed!"

"Tell our armored forces that the area ahead is about to become a no-fire zone!"

Upon hearing the order, a group of soldiers looked at the tank that had already disappeared to who-knows-where, and couldn't help but want to curse.

Are you kidding them? By the time they get there, it'll be ages. They'd probably die from chasing a tank this far!
Fortunately, at the same time, players also received a notification from Andre.

"What's going on? What do you mean by retreating?"

"Damn it, it's that Tsar Cannon!"

When the player saw the order to retreat, he was stunned for a moment, not understanding why they should retreat when the situation was so favorable.
Immediately afterwards, they thought of the screenshots that some players had taken selfies and shared in the chat area, and they thought of that extremely abstract but powerful-looking giant cannon!

"Caw! Oh no, a master is here! Retreat quickly!"

"Ugh! The general is going to use that big, thick thing of his to deliver the ultimate insult to the Black Hawk Army!"

"I won't retreat. I want to stay here and watch the giant cannons bombard us!"

"To witness such a massive cannon attack up close, even death would be worth it!"

Andrei never expected that some abstract players, after receiving the message, would rather not retreat than not experience what it would feel like to be hit by this cannon.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. This thing is like a spectacle; you only see it a few times in a row.

Unfortunately, according to the players, this thing is a background unit in the game, and they have no way to manufacture it.

Otherwise, they really would like to build a few of these things to use as war behemoths, which are much more powerful than armored trains!
Andrei didn't know if all the players had evacuated, but he estimated that the time was almost up. Seeing that the giant cannon was fully loaded, Andrei made a hand gesture to Colonel Peacock, who was standing below it.

"No problem, young general, just watch!"

"fire!!!"

Andrei was certain that Colonel Peacock had practiced the tone of that command countless times in secret.

At least he could hardly imagine how gifted a person must be to be able to sing an aria-like voice when the order to fire was given.

Upon hearing the colonel's incredibly loud and penetrating voice, they locked their cannons on the distant artillery and opened fire.

Boom!

When Andrei first heard the cannon fire, he thought it was a sudden clap of thunder. Then, he felt a violent tremor in the ground.

The ground beneath my feet felt like it had been struck by an earthquake; I suddenly felt like I was jumping up. A huge plume of smoke and dust spread rapidly outwards from the giant cannon.

Meanwhile, due to the enormous recoil, the super cannon also moved quite a distance backward on the railway track.

Seeing the distance the cannon had shifted backward, Andrei knew that it would probably have to be re-aimed after every shot.

Even if the distance the object is pushed backward is measured in advance, given the train control capabilities of this era, it is difficult to ensure that the repositioning will be completely accurate.

At that time, the artillery will inevitably have to use instruments to make some fine adjustments.

Although this thing is troublesome, it makes a really loud noise when it fires!
The soldiers standing around Andrei all stared at the thing in astonishment, as if they couldn't believe that their empire could create such a terrifying war machine!

The other players let out excited cheers like wolves, all eager to try it out, wishing they could tear down all the artillerymen standing on the cannons and operate them themselves.

To be precise, if it weren't for Andrei's strict prohibition against attacking friendly forces, they probably would have gone up and kicked the artillery away, and then operated this giant toy themselves.

Even now, many soldiers are still running over to pester the artillery colonel, strongly requesting to operate this thing and have some fun!
"No way, isn't this ridiculous? You haven't received any training, how would you know how to operate this cannon?"

"Go back to your general and don't bother me here. If you damage this cannon, can you take responsibility?"

Seeing Colonel Peacock's serious expression, the players were already cursing him out in the chat.

Although they knew that the cannon was indeed very valuable and that it was impossible to let a group of non-artillery personnel play with it casually.

The problem is, putting aside the game's design, your game has already created such a powerful super weapon, but in the end, you don't let players operate it themselves. Instead, you treat it as just background scenery. What's the point of that?

Isn't this unnecessary?!
Andrei looked at the players who started to act silly or even cheat with a dark expression, and couldn't help but complain in his heart.

These guys are just big babies who have seen fun toys, and they're all radiating pure longing!
Some guys, disregarding their image, even started rolling around on the ground!

Andrei dragged the guy rolling on the ground aside, chased away the other players, and then approached the colonel, cautiously asking:
"Colonel, I'm saying, can't we really be a little more flexible?"

"To be honest, I don't think this cannon is that difficult to operate. Can't my soldiers try it out?"

Hearing Andrei say that, the artillery colonel was speechless.

He glanced at Andrei's young face and recalled the rumors of the past, and couldn't help but nod slightly.

Sure enough, it tastes the same!

No matter what kind of war hero this guy became in the newspapers, based on what he said now, the colonel still thinks he's the same playboy he used to be!
Otherwise, how could a proper soldier make such an outrageous request?
Seeing the colonel staring at him with disdain, Andrei thought for a moment, then pulled him aside and said:
"Please don't look at me like that. After all, this thing is really amazing. If you're willing to be flexible, there are actually many things that are easy to discuss!"

"For example, my troops captured a lot of enemy artillery shells in previous battles. Although these shells are not compatible with the caliber of the Empire's artillery, I think you know the price of the gunpowder inside these shells, right?"

"If you're willing to let my men go up and give it a try, we can give you all the truckloads of artillery shells we captured earlier, consider it a clearance sale!"

hiss--!
You're getting the hang of things, kid!
After hearing Andrei's words, the colonel couldn't help but gasp and look at him with astonishment.

No wonder he was able to climb to the rank of major general in such a short time. It's not just about being good at fighting, but also about being a good person!

All he could say was, "Truly worthy of being a scion of a noble family, he knows all about these things perfectly!"
"Alright, in that case, I must tell you, in principle, I absolutely cannot hand over control of this cannon to anyone else!"

Upon hearing the colonel's words, Andrei's eyes lit up instantly.

Since it's not allowed in principle, then it's allowed outside of principle, right?
He knows these things so well!
Seeing Andrei's bright eyes, the colonel pursed his lips and said:
"But you know, if my men adjust the cannon, but before firing it, the gunner suddenly falls ill and is unable to complete the mission, then I will have no choice but to select an experienced artilleryman to temporarily replace him!"

"But I don't know which artillerymen are experienced, so it's natural that you would recommend your soldiers!"

Great, deal! That's exactly what I wanted!

Although, from an overall perspective, the unreliability of the Cambrian Empire's officers made Andrei feel a chill in his heart.

But at least for now, it's always good to have an officer who can be accommodating.

So while the artillerymen were busy re-aiming and reloading, Andrei immediately launched a lucky draw, randomly selecting one lucky person from all the players present to operate the cannon.

The other players also found out that Andrei had made a deal with the officer and successfully secured the opportunity to control the firing of the cannon.

Although players are somewhat disappointed that they cannot fully control the cannon, there's nothing they can do about it; having the opportunity to experience it is already a rare privilege.

Moreover, if players were to actually operate such a complex cannon, they might not be able to coordinate effectively.

When the players watched in disbelief as a lottery interface suddenly appeared in the chat area, drawing lots from all the players present, they couldn't help but hold their breath.

If it weren't for the fear of getting their accounts banned, honestly, they would have already started an insider battle royale game at this point.

After all, compared to gambling on luck, if you eliminate everyone else, you'll naturally be the one chosen in the end.

When a player who had only recently joined the game and was still relatively unknown drew the opportunity to fire the cannon, countless other players were filled with regret and frustration.

Just then, a veteran player stepped forward, grabbed him, and said urgently:
"Hey bro, quick! Sell me this chance to make a move! I'll give you 2000 merit points!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding players' eyes lit up.

Exactly! Since they don't understand how the official lottery works, they can just spend money and buy the qualification from the other party!
Andrei stared in disbelief as his group of players quickly began trading, ultimately completing the bidding process in three minutes.

The novice player initially sold the opportunity to operate this cannon to someone else for 2000 merit points, and then immediately the opportunity was resold by another player for 3000 merit points.

When Andrei saw that operating this cannon would require a whopping 5000 merit points in the end, he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Damn it, now I know how housing prices skyrocketed back then..."

All he could say was that once these players got carried away, some really wealthy players were throwing money at the game without a second thought!

Meanwhile, just as Andrei was busy bidding, the Black Hawk position on the other side had just suffered a devastating blow.

It must be said that the accuracy of the artillery unit attached to this giant cannon was truly remarkable, far exceeding Andrei's expectations.

After a series of aiming maneuvers, their shells struck the trenches of the Black Hawk Army's position, instantly creating a massive shockwave.

The horrific explosion nearly leveled the area, leaving a massive crater in the center of the position, at least the size of four football fields, that looked just like a meteorite crater!
In the center of this position, not a single soldier survived. All of them were torn to pieces by the massive explosion or crushed to pieces by the flying debris.

Further out at the edge of the position, there were many soldiers who died with blood streaming from their seven orifices, their eyes wide open in disbelief.

These Black Hawk soldiers were instantly killed by the overpressure. The shockwave from the exploding shells created extremely high pressure, which ruptured their internal organs and shattered their brains in an instant.

Further away, a large number of soldiers appeared, clutching their chests and abdomens and screaming in agony. They too were bleeding from their seven orifices, but they did not die on the spot.

But given the extent of the bleeding, there's no doubt these guys are going to die; this kind of internal bleeding is beyond the capabilities of any field hospital to treat!
Black Hawk soldiers on other positions looked with disbelief at the huge crater in the rear and the small mushroom cloud that had formed from the explosion.

They weren't quite sure if enemy artillery shells had detonated a small ammunition depot on the position; they just felt like they were going crazy.

Major General Bernat, who had just withdrawn from the forest and was leading a small number of remaining armored troops back, stared in disbelief at the massive explosion in the distance.

He didn't know what had happened. He only knew that he had heard an extremely piercing shriek, and before he could figure out where the shells were falling, he was stunned by the huge explosion.

Because he was far away, he was not seriously injured. Apart from experiencing severe tinnitus in his ears for a while, he was fine.

However, that terrifying explosion caused him immense psychological trauma.

"...Damn it, what kind of enemy am I fighting?"

After a moment of silence, he couldn't help but swear.

Before arriving at this battlefield, he truly believed that the Cambrian Empire was incredibly fragile, and that this feudal and backward agricultural country would only fall under the iron hooves of the Black Hawk Empire.

But as he led his armored forces in a surprise attack, he was just getting a beating from the enemy in the forest with Molotov cocktails and strange tanks. Before he could even recover, he witnessed this devastating artillery barrage.

Honestly, at that moment, he was a little confused about who was really dominating whom in this war.

He felt that everything he was experiencing was completely different from what was described in the rumors. When did the military power of the Cambrian Empire become so abstract?

"General, what should we do now?"

Just then, Major General Bernat suddenly heard someone shouting beside him.

He rubbed his ears hard, wiped the blood from his fingers, and barely managed to hear that his adjutant was speaking to him.

"Don't tell me what to do, I want to be alone!"

Major General Bernat took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

At that moment, he suddenly felt that the war was insignificant, and for some reason, he inexplicably entered a strange sage mode.

Seeing his general suddenly acting strangely, the adjutant almost burst into tears.

Please, the enemy is still chasing them. Should they run or not?

Although the enemies behind us don't seem to be catching up for the time being, who knows if they might turn around and rumble up again?

He hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and shouted directly to the soldiers around him:

"Quickly, drag the general away! He was just hit in the head by a cannonball!"

"Keep retreating! Get back to the rear of the position as fast as you can, or you'll be stuck there!"

As he was busy shouting, trying to make the deaf soldiers hear his orders, he vaguely heard that familiar, huge shriek again.

He instinctively looked up and immediately saw a huge black shadow crashing down like a falling meteor.

In the next moment, all that remained in his world was a massive explosion and endless flames.

The player who had just fired a shot looked into the distance and exclaimed how exhilarating it was.

Although he couldn't see the distant scenery clearly, judging from the rapidly increasing merits in his account, he realized that his previous shot must have hit a group of enemy soldiers and killed quite a few big fish!

"Holy crap, I got it! I didn't expect spending these merit points to be so worthwhile!"

Looking at the list of various vehicles that had been destroyed and the soldiers who had been killed one after another, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

From this perspective, he felt that his shot just now probably wiped out an enemy battalion, and an armored battalion at that!
The other players never expected that the rich guy they had just mocked for being stupid and having too much money would take back all his winnings in the next moment!

Immediately afterwards, they looked at the giant cannon in front of them with the eyes of hungry wolves.

Good heavens, I never expected that the benefits of firing this giant cannon would be so high!
But thinking about it, it makes sense. If that giant cannon fired one shot, how big of an area would it flatten?
With such a large area, if you manage to bomb a good spot, wiping out a huge number of enemy defenders in an instant is not a dream at all!
With that in mind, when Andrei fired the cannon to draw prizes again, these players decided to stop giving up their chances.

If you fire well, turning your life around with a single shot is not a dream at all. Why would you need to sell such a firing opportunity?

Didn't you see that newbie who chose to sell his chance for 2000 merit points at the beginning is now regretting it so much he's beating his chest in despair?
In the following period, Andrei's cannon fired a total of ten more shots, almost every one of which hit the enemy's position.

To be honest, Andrei originally wanted to fire more cannons, but the colonel wouldn't allow it because they had a limited number of shells and couldn't just squander them like that.

Meanwhile, Andrei's method of controlling the giant cannon to fire also seemed to have turned into some kind of special lottery event.

A bunch of gamblers hope they'll be drawn in the lottery, and even more so, they hope that with one shot they can wipe out an entire enemy force and successfully defy fate.

Unfortunately, apart from the first shell, which seemed to have hit an enemy armored unit on the head and thus achieved amazing results, the remaining shells were not so devastating.

Of course, not being that ferocious is only relative.

If the shell doesn't miss and hits the enemy's position, it will basically take away at least a hundred people with one shot.

If you're lucky, taking out an entire battalion with a single shot is not a dream!

In this situation, Andrei had to repeatedly ask the colonel to fire a few more shots until the colonel felt that his side was about to break down.

Faced with Andrei's request, the colonel said, with a wry smile:

"General, you should let your men rest. They've already received a tremendous blessing for having the chance to touch this sacred cannon!"

"To be honest, we've already used up about a fifth of the shells we brought. The church choir has already lost their voices from singing. If you keep firing like this, I really won't be able to take it anymore. I have a mission to fulfill too!"

Faced with this, Andrei had no choice but to let the colonel off the hook for the time being.

Otherwise, if he were to use up all his ammunition here, he wouldn't know how to explain it to his father.

If he really did squander all his shells on this position, he had no doubt that when he got home, General Constantine would really give him a good beating with Seven Wolves.

That night, the armored division that was attacking Andrei withdrew.

Suffering heavy casualties and being bombarded by heavy artillery, the armored division lost nearly half of its personnel and 80% of its armored vehicles.

In this situation, they had no choice but to retreat, not to mention that the super cannons, which seemed to be calling out by the Grim Reaper, had almost driven the soldiers in the team crazy!
Even now, these soldiers can't help but scream in their sleep. If they hear even the slightest whistling sound outside, they will scramble to their feet and cower, and some might even wet themselves in fear!
When General Clem learned of the news over the phone, he couldn't help but want to curse.

(End of this chapter)