I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

All this has changed again today.

As a less devout believer, Peterson returned to his trench post after perfunctorily completing the priest's prayer ceremony. He adjusted the cloth hat on his head and raised it with his hands, and as the hat rose, he quietly revealed his head from the trench.

This was a life-saving method he figured out himself. Often his comrades would be shot in the head by the enemy in the opposite trench because they stuck their heads out to observe.

Peterson's method allows him to choose between his hands and the top of his head when he is attacked and about to lose something.

After being baptized by a large number of artillery and magic cannons, the trench fortifications of the two countries were iterated very quickly under the guidance of the alliance instructors. The trenches dug were usually about 2.5 to 3 meters deep and 1.5-2 meters wide.

The nearly three-meter depth allows for the digging of reinforced holes to store supplies and protect against artillery bombardment. The 2-meter width is a distance that most ordinary people cannot easily cross.

As long as the barbed wire is set up at the rear, the opponent may not have the courage to jump over and get stabbed.

The cavalry had completely lost the value of their existence in front of such trenches, because it was useless to jump over them under the fire of heavy machine guns, and they would lose their mobility and become lambs to be slaughtered after falling down. Now they could only be used as mobile support forces.

Peterson couldn't get the information he wanted when he stuck his head out. The battlefield was filled with fog and he could only see a vast expanse of white, which blocked most of his vision.

Just as he was about to jump off the supply box in disappointment, huge black shadows appeared in the fog in the distance.

It was like a gigantic alligator snapping turtle, slowly moving towards their defense line.

The officers of the Holy See also saw this scene and immediately shouted: "Attack! Fire quickly!"

When Peterson heard the military whistle of the supervision team, he quickly aimed at the black shadow and kept pulling the bolt and firing. A dense burst of LB-11's unique gunfire rang out from the Vatican Army's position, and the machine gun bunkers and fortresses at the top position also began continuous firing.

Soon, the black shadow hidden in the fog revealed its true form. A steel monster wrapped entirely in iron with only a gun muzzle protruding from the front was slowly rushing towards the trench.

Occasionally, machine gun and rifle bullets would hit it, but they would only flash a spark before being bounced off the thick iron plate. The opponent would still move towards them unwaveringly.

After crossing the small trench obstacle in front, these steel monsters stopped in place after a sound of iron friction. At this time, their distance had been shortened to 400m, and the black muzzle in front began to slowly tilt upwards.

The officer who was also firing the gun understood immediately, and a shrill roar resounded throughout the trench: "Get down!!!"

'boom! '

'Bang...'

The distance was so close that the accuracy of the enemy's artillery fire increased sharply.

One after another, 75mm high-explosive bombs exploded in front, behind, left and right of the trench positions. From time to time, soldiers hiding together were blown into the sky by shells or killed by shock waves.

The machine gun positions that were crazily firing at the enemy were also eliminated amidst the roar of artillery fire.

A high-explosive bomb fell into a trench ten meters away from Peterson. After a burst of explosions, he could only see limbs and blood all over the place. Half of a comrade's head fell not far from him, causing Peterson to vomit.

"Get up! Stand up quickly! Fight closely!"

"Pick up your weapons and charge out! The glory of the goddess will always shine..."

After a loud bang, the priest disappeared, leaving only two broken legs flying in the air.

But his mission had been accomplished. A large number of soldiers, carrying explosive packs, rushed madly towards the steel behemoth outside along the rope ladders and gaps reserved in the trenches.

As a result, before they had rushed far, several flashes of fire suddenly appeared on the enemy's body, and intensive bullets swept towards the charging Vatican soldiers.

A hail of bullets hit a soldier, creating a large hole in his back and taking his life in an instant.

Before the opponent fell to the ground, several bullets shot in succession, shattering his head and thighs, turning him into minced meat on the ground, entangled with the fragments of his comrades.

Peterson looked at the giant beast that was getting closer and closer, raised the spear in his hand, and kept pulling the bolt and pulling the trigger. Unfortunately, the opponent's tilted steel plate bounced off all his attacks.

When the enemy's tracks were about to appear above his head, Peterson fell limply on the bloody mud of the trench. A series of dense and heart-wrenching screams from not far away brought him back to his senses.

Looking back, we saw that on the other side a steel behemoth had already broken through the main traffic route of the trench, crushing all obstacles in front of it with slow but unstoppable momentum.

The soldiers at the front were crushed into pieces. They were completely overwhelmed by fear as they watched this scene. More than a dozen soldiers pushed each other to get through the blocked side passage.

In the end, no one escaped. Just like a bunch of tomatoes huddled together being run over, red and white meat paste was pushed to both sides from under the tracks of the giant beast amid howls that did not sound like human voices.

At the same time, the machine gun towers on the enemy's side were madly spewing fire snakes at the trenches on both sides, causing waves of blood rain.

At this time, the giant beast right above him also lowered its head slightly. This scene made his comrades not far away scream wildly with their mouths wide open, shit and urine flowing out. Peterson's eyes were filled with numbness after extreme fear.

Fortunately, the enemy's vehicle did not sag for long before the tracks below touched the other side of the trench and rose up again, passing over them.

Peterson's eyes regained their spirit. He climbed up tremblingly, leaned against the dirt wall and breathed in the air that was thick with the smell of blood.

Holy Tsar Tank

It is hard to imagine that this iron bastard was modified based on the light tanks and spare parts shipped by the Tsarist Empire through Seris.

The Alliance transported a total of 70 16-ton light tanks and a large number of spare parts to two battalions of the Tsarist Empire. The other side modified them into a variety of large tanks with a weight of more than 30 tons.

Among them, this battlefield model was the most favored by the Tsar. A total of 25 vehicles were converted and officially named the Saint Tsar class.

The designer who led the transformation in Tsardom can be called the father of the modification industry in the magical world.

When Medea received the information, he slapped his secretary's thigh hard: "It's bad, it's sold too cheap!"

Chapter 194 The Rise of the Devil

The main weapon is a 75mm field gun in the front, and the secondary weapons are a Maxim heavy machine gun each on the front, back, left and right.

The front armor is 28.5mm and the side is 22mm. The maximum speed is 12 kilometers per hour. The combat crew consists of 10 people, including five machine gunners, two gunners, a commander, a mechanic and a driver.

The Tsarist Empire redesigned the body and hull and added new weapons.

The original track was not long enough to carry the load, so they creatively made a set of small road wheels. In this way, a set of four small road wheels were inserted in the middle of the original large road wheels to extend the track to the length they needed.

The newly modified tank met the needs of the Tsar. Except for the speed being reduced from the original 40 km per hour, the firepower and protection were taken to a whole new level.

The parallel eight-cylinder radial engine is placed in the middle of the vehicle body, and a magic pack used by the body to generate a shield is placed at the rear.

The final complete form is this steel monster that is 9 meters long, 3 meters wide, 4 meters high, and has a combat weight of about 30 tons.

As the first row of Holy Tsar tanks crossed the trench and pushed down all obstacles, the morale of the Vatican soldiers near the trench collapsed and they fled on a large scale. They were not necessarily afraid of death, but no one could accept such a cruel death.

The tanks followed the fleeing soldiers and fired machine guns all the way while rushing towards the second main defense line of the Holy See. During this time, many soldiers who were crippled and waiting to die desperately threw wooden-handled grenades and other things on their waists at the tanks.

The track of one of the tanks was broken by the explosion. Unfortunately, due to the fog, few soldiers were able to see this scene.

The mechanical soldiers of the Holy See in the rear quickly gathered and prepared to rush out to quickly deal with these things.

"Hurry up! Those who are still alive, hurry up! The enemy is about to launch another attack! Those who don't want to die, hurry back to your posts, damn!"

"Grenades and explosive packs are all ready!"

The soldiers who survived in the trenches, such as Peterson, searched for any usable weapons in the ruined trenches amid the loud shouts of the remaining officers.

This line of defense was most likely no longer tenable, because the second wave of tanks also emerged from the fog, and there were also a large number of Tsarist soldiers ready to go around the enemy.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Everyone in position! Get ready to charge! Beep, beep~ attack!"

'Hurrah! !'

'Hurrah!~'

"Fire! Where's the magic cannon? Shoot now!!!"

The commander on the rear defense line kept urging his artillery units to aim at the second wave of tanks in the distance and fire.

The role of trenches is two-way. If battlefield firepower is not provided to disrupt the enemy's offensive rhythm, once the first line of defense is completely lost, it will become a bridgehead that will block the Vatican army inside.

Under the cover of tanks, countless Tsarist soldiers rushed towards the trenches, roaring, braving the occasional falling shells.

The machine guns in the bunkers that had not yet been destroyed began to play their role, firing at the Tsarist soldiers who emerged from the fog.

The bunker did not remain powerful for long. With the fall of an armor-piercing shell, only half of the bunker's wreckage remained.

Peterson and other remaining soldiers threw grenades and explosive packs outside the trenches in an attempt to stop the Tsarist army's advance.

When Peterson once again popped up and threw out the wooden-handled grenade, he felt a chill on his head, and then he lost consciousness and fell on his back. The grenade in his hand, which had not yet been thrown out, exploded with a bang, burying his body in the trench.

Seeing the other party's head blown up by him, Yadov pulled the bolt to eject the shell and continued running quickly.

When passing by a fallen soldier comrade, he bent down and took out a magazine from the other's pocket. It was this action of bending down that saved his life. A bullet grazed his head and knocked off his hat.

This scene frightened Yadov so much that his legs went limp and he fell to the ground. He took a while to stand up again, thought for a while, bent over and ran forward in a strange posture, no longer standing up and charging as he did before.

Yadov was hiding behind a tank. As the tank in front of him rushed through the trench, he jumped into the trench, raised his gun and shot dead an enemy who was still moving on the ground.

While the bullets were being changed, a man came out of a hole nearby, raised his gun with trembling hands and was about to shoot. Yadov stared at the black muzzle of the gun, and everything around him seemed to be in slow motion.

"Click..."

The expected fire did not appear. It was the sound of an empty magazine. Yadov came to his senses instantly and without even having time to reload bullets, he raised his spear and stabbed forward with a roar.

With a "whoosh" sound, the gun bayonet stabbed from bottom to top and pierced through the opponent's chin.

'call...'

Putting the rifle away, Yadov breathed a sigh of relief, pulled out the grenade from his waist and threw it into the cave. After a burst of bird calls that he could not understand, there was a loud bang and then silence.

He picked up the gun, cocked the bolt again, and continued running towards the unknown depths of the trench.

There is a reason why the Alliance is called the rise of demons in the main continent.

They lowered the word war to the point where it referred to everything in the entire country, rather than the previous fights between noble magicians.

A lowly serf who can't read a single word and doesn't even have a single piece of intact clothing only needs about a week of training to be able to pick up a rifle and charge into battle.

The price of a mecha is not cheap. Even if a kingdom is aggressive in its military expansion, it can only equip about 10% to 20% of its soldiers with mechas, and this is the total number of soldiers under all the nobles in the kingdom.

And if they don't encounter mechanical soldiers, the serfs holding rifles can compete with the former noble mages in luck.

Family honor and noble bloodline are all equal under the 7.92 full-power bullet.

For example, on the current Chernit defense line, both sides are basically using ordinary people to fight, mechanical soldiers rarely appear, and heavy alchemical magic weapons are not seen once every ten days or half a month.

The bottom line is that after a month of chaotic fighting, both sides discovered that the mode of war had changed.

The weapons and soldiers trained by the traditional magic system cannot be afforded to be sent out like this. The cost of a believer or a serf army is only a few dollars... and the training cycle is completely crushed.

Even if they were hit by a large-scale magic occasionally and killed hundreds of people, it would not be a big deal. After all, if a robot soldier encountered such a situation, he would most likely die.

This competition is purely based on the propaganda and mobilization capabilities of both countries, as well as the industrial supply capabilities represented by the weapons and supplies.

And there is another issue that no one has mentioned clearly, and that is maintaining stability.

After the steam engine was put on track, in order to maintain the large population needed for large-scale machine production while not destroying the interests of the aristocratic landowners.

The two sides joined forces to start large-scale land enclosure through laws and violence, depriving the common people who originally owned the land into the hands of the manor owners.

Homeless civilians can only work in factories, and business owners naturally get the population they need.

Not to mention slaves, they become the sacred property of whoever pays for them. The mechanical soldiers and high-end magic weapons controlled by the nobles themselves can just crush those rebellious stragglers.