Blessing from the goddess at the beginning, technology VS magic

A knight in silver-white armor held a sword high in his hand. The setting sun shone on his smooth armor, making it shine brightly.

He waved the sword he held high forward and shouted:

"Come on!"

Then he rushed forward without hesitation. He was a senior knight. He came to this battlefield to fight for glory. When he heard that he wanted to conquer the unruly people in the east, he joined the west without hesitation. Gulf Confederate Army. At the same time, I was assigned a pair of good armor.

His brother is an earl who is in the army. His brother also told him this information. This is simply a waste of credit!

What do those unruly people to the east have? There are a bunch of weird machines and all kinds of interesting gadgets, but they are all ordinary people who don't know magic or swordsmanship. Letting such good things in the hands of this group of unscrupulous people is simply a waste.

As a noble knight and decent nobleman, I am now in charge of these items for these unruly people!

With this idea in mind, he came to the battlefield, but unfortunately he was not assigned to the first wave of attacks. Just when he was disappointed, another order came soon, and it was his turn to attack.

He excitedly rushed to the front line, dreaming of gaining glory amidst the light of swords and shadows.

But what he didn't expect was that the pattern of war had already changed into something he didn't understand.

On the way over, they encountered an enemy attack, but they didn't even see the shadow of the enemy. There were explosions one after another, and there were also deadly metal fragments. Many magicians and knights died in this attack.

Humph, it seems that the other side has spent a lot of money to hire a large number of magicians, at least there are more than five great magicians.

He was lucky enough to survive the attack, and soon he heard the sound of the battle ahead, such dense explosions, and some sounds he had never heard before, which should be the sound of some kind of magic being cast.

But it sounds like the fight is hard to separate. I can take the opportunity to swoop over and kill a magician. As long as the number of magicians on the opposite side is reduced, the remaining group of unruly people will not pose a threat at all!

When he shouted the words "Come on", he saw an unforgettable scene in his life. Where is this place?

It was completely different from the battlefield he imagined. There were no swords and swords, no fighting. He saw all the surviving West Bay Union soldiers in front of him lying on the ground, covered in mud.

All that was left were the stumps and broken arms, and even the blood was burnt black.

what is this? Don't these people have any dignity of knighthood? Oh, they are not knights, they are also a group of unruly people, lying on the ground with their heads in their hands, unable to hold their weapons steady.

It seemed that he was the only one charging on the entire battlefield. The West Bay federal soldiers lying on the ground looked at him after hearing his shout. Their eyes seemed to be looking at a dead man!

damn it! What kind of look is this? When I get the merit, I must punish these unruly people!

Suddenly he felt a hot liquid splashing on his face. What was this? Mud? Why does it feel so hot?

He wanted to touch it with his left hand, but...

Where is my left hand? Where's the left hand? ! ! !

He looked at his broken arm in disbelief. When was it? Where was the enemy? Soon, the pain spread into his brain, and he howled in pain.

"Doll! You fucking hit it wrong!"

In the army of the Sunri Republic, a certain artillery regiment commander shouted like this.

"Captain, that's too far"

Dole said helplessly that he was controlling a Type II artillery, also known as the 88 gun, which was originally used for air defense, but after fighting for a long time, he found that there seemed to be no air force.

So their leader ordered the muzzle of the cannon to be laid flat and used to hit those canned people whose whole body was glowing. The people in this army are all new recruits. This is their first time to participate in the battle, and they are also the first to eat military cans.

The enemies in front of them were knights wearing armor made from the silver orbs of Egwene grass. They were all thick-skinned and couldn't be killed with ordinary rifles.

Using the B-1 heavy machine gun also requires three uninterrupted continuous fires to kill them completely, so these people are called can people because they are as difficult to open as cans and are very strong. The frontline commander has no choice but to request artillery. support.

However, the C-1 artillery needs to carry out long-range bombing against enemies several kilometers away, and this task has to fall on the air defense forces who have nothing to do.

This group of new artillerymen who were gearing up excitedly lowered their muzzles and pointed them at the canned men. The shells were also replaced with armor-piercing shells aimed at solid targets.

In the face of the terrifying rate of fire of the Type II artillery once every five seconds, the canned men were all opened one by one. Because their whole bodies were glowing with white light, they were extremely conspicuous, so there was no need to look for them deliberately.

This time, ordinary people couldn't rush past, only knights could rush a certain distance, so ordinary people crawled on the ground and followed the knights.

Now that the knight masters have been beaten to death one by one, they can only lie on the ground to survive.

Where does the magician come from, you ask? They released spells from a long distance, which indeed caused a lot of damage to the Nirvana Army, but soon the artillery position calculated reversely based on their attack trajectories (some magicians used ballistic magic such as advanced fireball). The location of the magician.

Then the C-5 artillery of the regiments fired two basic rounds of ammunition there. Now the Nirvana Army's position has not been attacked by magic.

After the first wave of attacks by the West Bay Federation was launched, the battle was almost over in just half an hour, and the C-2 artillery position fell into boredom again.

Until they saw a new wave of offensive, a canned man charged at the front, waving his ridiculous weapons and shouting something unknown.

Everyone aimed their guns at him. Dole was the first to fire, but unfortunately he missed the target. Before he could fire the second shot, the head of the man had been snatched away by another C-2 gun.

The team leader patted Dole on the shoulder: "You guys still need to practice more."

The cannonball hit the knight who was charging forward. His whole body was smashed to pieces, but his head was still intact. He seemed to have seen a revolving door, and he wanted to understand what happened.

It's a pity that he didn't have time to think or the way to think.