Blessing from the goddess at the beginning, technology VS magic

"What did you say? A cultist is chasing you?" the artillery regiment leader asked.

The soldier who reported the news collapsed and said: "Yes...yes, the other brothers are stalling there for time, wuwuwu~, must...must report to the division headquarters quickly!"

"I understand, but someone must stay to break up the line!"

"Captain! I applied to stay!"

"Captain! Me too!"

……

The regiment leader stopped and said: "That's enough. Just add me and there will be a total of three people. I know that none of our artillery regiments are cowards! But sometimes the more people the better, the artillery we are using now and many troops are If it is not installed, others will take the cannon back intact, do you understand?"

At this time, an artilleryman said: "Regiment commander! You can't stay. Cadres above the regiment level are not allowed to go to the battlefield in person unless absolutely necessary. This is a rule. Let me stay."

The regiment leader was stunned at this time. Did he not know this rule, but he asked his comrades to cut off his queen? He couldn't do it. He climbed up to this position step by step. Many of them were his former brothers. He didn't want people to think that he was using his power to save his own life.

He suddenly thought of a good reason: "Cadres must take the lead in doing things! This is also a rule!"

"But not on the battlefield!"

Seeing the hesitation of the regiment leader, a soldier from his previous company also said: "Old Man, I know what you are thinking. Aren't you just afraid that your brothers will say that you used your official power to escape without caring about the lives of your brothers? Hey! You put We are too short-sighted. Of course there is a reason why regulations are regulations. You are smart and study better than us, so you are where you are today, right? If someone like you If they are all dead, the Nirvana Army will not be able to find a decent officer in the future."

"Yes, Old Man, we just need to stay. Give us a base of shells, and maybe we can keep the cultist."

There seemed to be tears in the corners of the leader's eyes: "You..."

"Old Man, don't act like a bitch, we are on the battlefield now! Hurry up and give the order."

The regiment leader said cruelly: "John, Abel, and Barron, the three of you leave a basic amount of ammunition here to stop the enemy, and the others will speed up!"

"Yes!"

The large force continued to evacuate after unloading one shell, while the telegraph operator sent the message to the division headquarters.

When the division commander saw the news, he was so anxious that he moved around and couldn't help but cursed:

"Damn it, how could this cultist get so far out of his turtle shell? Didn't the intelligence say that he is only a third-level member? With so many of us, we can't kill a third-level member?"

"Commander, the information is correct. The reconnaissance company saw him at that time, and he had three petals tattooed on his arm."

"Then why can he wipe out all 50 of our elite cover teams by himself!"

"We don't have enough information about the Samurai Society. We can only summarize it from previous battles with them."

The division commander sighed and said: "Send support troops. My precious artillery regiment cannot be completely wiped out. In addition, report to the central government. Cultists can not only exert greater strength in the Ten Thousand Demonic Pillars. Please be extra careful with other troops." "

……

John, Abel, and Barron were sitting on top of piles of cannonballs chatting. The fuses of these cannonballs had all been unlocked.

Abel: "Don't you think the three of us are a little stupid?"

Barron: "Isn't that right? Old Man was an artilleryman at the same time as us, and now he is the regiment commander. We are just stupider than him."

John: "In the past, the old cannons were still fun to play, but now the new cannons are too complicated. I heard that in the future, we will have to shoot according to the shooting table and calculate. Oh my god, that thing makes my eyes ache." It’s so dense that I’m blinded by it.”

Abel: "I'm not talking about this, I'm talking about..."

John: "I know what you are going to say. Our artillerymen are all young children now. Can you bear to see them die? We are all dead parents. We have nothing to worry about. If we die, we will die. ah…"

Before John could finish speaking, he was hit by a black spear. The three of them were sitting high up, and there were no shells behind them, so the black spear directly penetrated John's whole body without hitting any of the shells. The powerful The energy directly vaporized John.

"John!" Abel shouted in pain.

"Hurry and take cover! The cultists are coming!"

When the cultists saw them hiding on that ridiculous little slope, they actually stopped attacking and started shouting:

"I thought some powerful guy came here to stop me? It turned out that he was still a mortal, wasting my magic power in vain. What is this behind you? Was it given to me to surrender?"

Barron: "That's right, Xie... Sir, I don't know what to call you."

"Weak mortal, you don't deserve to know my name, just call me master. In my opinion, you are just a dog!"

"Master..." Barron called out reluctantly: "We are really afraid of your powerful magic, Master. Please leave us a small life."

"Is there another person? That's all." The cultist used the mourning fly to see that the person was still hiding, but he ignored him. He must have been too scared to move. Even if not, what could a mere mortal do to him.

"Tell me what's behind this."

Barron: "This is the weapon we use, you should have seen it"

"Are you showing off in front of me? Oh, no matter how powerful mortal weapons are, they can't compare to magic, let alone my black magic."

Although he said so, he still walked towards the cannonball and observed it.

"I'll give you a chance to show off. Demonstrate how to use this thing. If you're satisfied, I'll give you power."

"no problem"

After Barron finished speaking, he took out a 105mm artillery shell. The people in the Emerald continent are generally stronger than the people on the earth. If it were on the earth, few people would be able to carry it. This is because Red did not use separate cannonballs. Instead, use fixed shells. Barron aimed the cannonball at the side where Abel was lying, while Abel had already raised his gun and made an aiming gesture.

All this was seen by the cultist, so he warned: "I remind you not to play tricks, it is of no use to me."

Barron was shocked, but he still said: "How can you play tricks on your master?"

Abel put his finger on the trigger. The cultist grabbed Barron's neck, and Abel immediately pulled the trigger upon seeing this, but the cultist dismissed this and said to Barron viciously:

"I warned you not to play tricks..."

Um? No, this is not an attack on me, this is! To that weapon!

Abel fired all five bullets, and one hit the front fuse, causing the shell to explode, and then detonating all the surrounding shells!

Neither Abel nor Barron was spared. They were swallowed up by the flames generated by the explosion. Countless fragments were raging, and a metal storm had formed inside.

A big mushroom cloud rose, which could be seen clearly even from two or three kilometers away. The commander of the artillery regiment wiped his tears and said: "Don't stop, keep going! That's the time our comrades fought for us!"

……

Gone, all gone, all the magic power he had worked so hard to accumulate over the past few years was gone. The cultist limped out of the explosion in ragged clothes. Most of his calf was cut off by the fragments, and the bones were exposed. Outside, but still able to walk.

He could no longer feel the Magic Pillar continuing to deliver magic power to him.