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It is much more powerful than the alchemical eyepiece invented by the Alchemy Association.
I heard that Dean Lin En is also planning to build a larger astronomical telescope that can clearly see distant galaxies.
"Where?" This time it was Redel and others' turn to be confused.
Philip smiled and handed over the telescope.
Redel took it and after asking how to use it, he placed the cylindrical object to his eyes. In an instant, his vision seemed to have crossed a distance of tens of millions of meters, and he could even directly see the mottled patterns on a tree.
This is the magic of the combination of magic and technology, which creates an effect where one plus one is greater than two.
Redel sighed in his heart. Having experienced many wars in the dream world, he certainly understood how important it was to have the ability to observe the movements of distant enemies at any time.
After adjusting his mood, Redel turned his head and began searching, and soon found his target.
In the far distance, flags of various shapes with family crests printed on them were flying in the sky. More than 10,000 soldiers were marching in a line, and the long swords in their hands and the crossbows on their waists were shining coldly under the sunlight.
Tens of thousands of people were overwhelming, not to mention these fully armed elites. No noble in the Kingdom of Hadrata could possibly have so many armored soldiers, but this expedition had gathered the private soldiers of more than 20 nobles, each with hundreds or thousands of people, to form this large army.
Redel, who was observing from a distance, felt a chill in his heart. Although there were also tens of thousands of people on their side, they were standing sparsely, and even the weapons in their hands were not in order. The power of the two sides could not be compared at all, and they would be defeated at the first sight.
The only one they could rely on was this reinforcement that appeared out of nowhere. Redel looked at the musketeers in front of him, especially at the strange long sticks in their hands. He paused for a long time, thinking, this thing should not be as useful as their hoes for hitting?
Moreover, with only 3,500 people, it is still unknown whether they can fight against the regular army of the kingdom. In comparison, Redel is more concerned about the seventy huge ships in the valley. Perhaps this is the killer weapon of the wizard.
"Can the artillery hit the target at this distance?" Philip asked.
"It's too far. It's better to be within one kilometer so that the accuracy will be higher." Darren responded after thinking. Although Dean Lin En asked them to make a cannon that can hit two or three kilometers away, this idea is still just a design drawing so far.
"In that case, it won't be too late to wait for them to launch the attack, which will prevent them from running away." Philip nodded, and then ordered the wizard apprentices to start adjusting the artillery.
The others also took action. Lydia and others returned to the airship, activated the polarization magic, and rose into the sky. The musketeers quickly loaded lead bullets to ensure that they could fire the first bullet immediately during the battle.
On the other side, Duke Rickman led his army out of the valley. After receiving the report from the cavalry, he shook his head with a sneer.
Although these people hid in the valley and could rely on the terrain for defense, they also blocked their retreat.
This is simply asking for death.
Just as Rickman was about to rush into the valley to start a massacre, he was surprised to find that Redl had led his men out of the valley. The miners were dressed in rags, holding long knives, broad axes, hoes and mining drafts in their hands, and they lined up reluctantly.
Seeing this scene, the nobles present all laughed out loud. Joyce's face was extremely ugly. He had already felt the mocking gazes of the crowd. He was so ashamed that he wanted to find a hole to crawl into. He was actually beaten by such an army and fled in fear.
"We'd better be careful. If the other party dares to come out in such an unfavorable situation, they must have something to rely on!" Archbishop Nord suddenly reminded.
Before he went with the army, the cardinal warned him that the riot of the miners in the southern part of the kingdom was too strange and might be related to wizards...
Chapter 265 This is the power of technology from another world!
Nord's careful reminder did not attract much attention. Joyce even urged Duke Rickman to launch an attack. He couldn't wait to twist off the heads of those rebels!
"In that case, you will be the vanguard, Earl Joyce!" Rickman patted him on the shoulder and said encouragingly.
"Lord Rickman, this... this, isn't this too bad? The conquest of these miners is related to the candidate for the crown prince, and the credit should be given to other people..." Joyce said hesitantly. He only had a few hundred borrowed men under his command. If he rushed too far and was surrounded by the enemy, these people would not risk their lives to protect him.
"If you don't have the guts, just get out of here, Joyce. No wonder you were driven out of your territory by these lowly miners!" A young earl said mockingly.
"Johnson, you..." Joyce was furious, but before he could finish his words, the earl looked at Grand Duke Rickman and offered to fight. He was willing to lead the cavalry brigade personally to crush these rebels!
"Okay! I'll give you two thousand cavalry brigades, rush them away as quickly as possible!" Rickman said in a deep voice. "If you fail, I think you should know the consequences!"
Johnson patted his chest confidently and assured that the cavalry had a strong suppressive power over the infantry. What's more, his opponents were just a group of poor people holding hoes and pickaxes. All they needed was a group charge, and the rest would be a massacre!
The other nobles also looked at Johnson with envy and jealousy. They did not want to lose too many of their guards, so they had no intention of vying for the first credit. However, they did not expect that Grand Duke Rickman would be so generous and allow Johnson to lead the entire cavalry brigade.
It goes without saying that after this battle, Johnson, who took the lead, will definitely be praised and rewarded by the new king!
"Bishop Nord, I'll trouble you from now on!" Rickman turned his head and looked at the priests in white robes beside him, and spoke very politely.
"Get ready to cast the spell, everyone!" Nord nodded, and together with the priests and bishops, he placed his hands on his chest, made a strange prayer gesture, and chanted in a vague, singing tone.
"Great Lord of the Stars, Goddess of the Moon, creator of all things in the world, we pray that you will have mercy on us and grant your humble servants endless courage and strength..."
Waves of loud hymns resounded across the wilderness, and dazzling white light shone on everyone's body. No matter whether they were nobles or soldiers present, they all felt their bodies filled with energy, and the fatigue from the long march was instantly swept away...
This is the fourth-ring magic - [God's Gift - Hymn of Courage]!
Compared to the first-level divine spell [Eliminate Fear], its casting range is increased by thousands of times, and it needs the guidance of seven bishops and the joint casting of dozens of priests to be barely usable.
In just two or three minutes, tens of thousands of people were enveloped in the Lord’s divine light!
"Go, warriors of the Lord, and crush those blasphemers with the most heroic battle. The Lord will be watching you from the other side of the majestic kingdom of God!" Nord's loud voice resounded on the battlefield.
"For the great Moon Goddess!" "God is with you and me!"
Fifteen thousand soldiers, each one of them was shouting words of praise to the Lord as if they were injected with chicken blood!
Johnson took the lead and led two thousand cavalrymen to charge towards the miners.
Grand Duke Rickman also led the remaining legions to advance rapidly, forming a semi-encirclement, determined to annihilate all these blasphemers here!
The vibrations of horses trampling on the earth struck Ham and the others' hearts like the sound of a fierce war drum. Looking at the elite cavalrymen rushing towards them like waves bathed in white light, Ham couldn't help swallowing. If it weren't for the scene of Philip and the others descending from the sky, which gave them some more confidence, he would never have the courage to stand here!
In the valley behind him, rows of ferocious cannons were neatly arranged. Due to the limited carrying capacity of the airship, only fifty were brought over this time.
The ones responsible for operating these cannons are none other than the apprentices from Yieta Academy!
Elroc, Peirce, Johnny and others were quickly calculating the wind speed and distance in their minds, and building mathematical models in their minds to draw parabolas...
All this sounds very complicated, but it only takes a dozen seconds for an apprentice to calculate. After doing mental calculations, Johnny was the first to light the fuse, followed by Alok and others who also completed their calculations...
"Cover your ears!" Alok shouted loudly.
But the people present could no longer hear it. Waves of fierce roars directly drowned out the vibrations caused by the horses trampling on the ground. It was the sound of artillery fire!
It is the power of technology from another world!
Huge shells whizzed in, and the intense sound of the gunfire could be heard clearly even by Grand Duke Rickman who was hundreds of meters away.
"Sure enough, it's a wizard!" Nord's expression suddenly became very solemn. He obviously regarded the roar of artillery as some kind of powerful magic, but he quickly spoke to comfort him.
"Don't worry too much, Grand Duke Rickman. I have already considered this. The four-ring magic I just performed has a strong demon-breaking effect. Under the protection of the Lord's divine light, those weird witchcrafts will not have much effect..."
Rickman's nervous expression suddenly relaxed a little, and just as he was about to shout for God's blessing, continuous artillery rain fell from the sky!
Not far in front of them, a cavalryman who was charging was unfortunately hit head-on by a shell, and the whole person was directly smashed into pieces. The shock wave and the dust that was blown up threw the cavalrymen around him to the ground, and the splashing blood and mud directly stained Rickman's luxurious clothes...
Tragic scenes were played out in every corner of the battlefield... Rickman was stunned for a moment, and looked at Bishop Nord beside him with a grim face.
Is this what you mean by demon-breaking and divine protection?
Nord was also stunned at this moment. He could naturally see that this magic spell specially used to resist magic had no effect at all. Could it be that the believers of the evil god had developed witchcraft that could circumvent the protection of magic spells?
Nord's expression turned a little ugly, but he still said firmly, "It seems that these followers of the evil god are more powerful than I thought, but they can't hold on for long. Such a powerful magic must consume a terrifying amount of magic power!"
There can't be an entire army of wizards hiding behind the valley, bombarding indiscriminately, right?
This is inside the kingdom, there is no way so many powerful wizards could sneak in...
Chapter 266: Battle songs of blood and fire and the roar of artillery!
At this moment, on the battlefield where blood and fire were intertwined, a brigade of two thousand fully armed cavalrymen were galloping, but they were met with continuous artillery fire head-on. Almost every minute and every second, several or even dozens of artillery shells would fall beside them, or even on their heads!
Cavalrymen kept falling off their horses, and the psychological pressure they felt was enormous.
If it weren't for the divine spell [Hymn of Courage] that gave them extraordinary psychological endurance, the entire knight brigade would have collapsed and fled under several rounds of artillery bombardment.
Even if the human can bear it, the warhorse under him cannot!
Even so, the incoming artillery fire was still wearing away their courage bit by bit. Although the power of the fourth-ring magic was extremely terrifying, it was dispersed among 15,000 people, and only the power of the first or second-ring magic remained on them...
"These damn wizards!" A trace of fear emerged in Johnson's mind, fearing that the artillery fire would fall on his head at the next moment. He and Nord both regarded such terrifying artillery rain as wizard's magic.
"Charge, don't stop!" Johnson shouted loudly. Although he was afraid, he understood that once the cavalry started to charge in groups, they could not stop rashly. All they could do was rush over as fast as possible and defeat them in one fell swoop!
With such a powerful magic, accidental injuries are also extremely serious. The only way to be safe is to rush into the team of those miners!
"God is with me!" The surrounding knights also gave inspiring roars, but their voices were slightly trembling.
At this moment, the miners facing them in front suddenly scattered to both sides. Johnson's pupils shrank slightly, because hiding behind them were thousands of musketeers wearing exquisite armor and holding flintlock rifles!
Stepping, raising guns, pulling bolts, thousands of people moved in unison, without a single unnecessary movement. This was also the thing they had trained the most in the past few months...
As for the cavalry rushing towards them, no one was afraid and no one hesitated. After all, how could this compare to the terrifying tide of zombies and the terrifying behemoths.
The next moment, dense gunfire rang out, and the cavalry brigade that surged like a tide was like running head-on into a solid wall, and more than 200 cavalrymen in front fell to the ground instantly.
The refined armor on their bodies did not provide much protection and was easily pierced by the ultra-high-speed lead bullets. The neighing and tragic wails of war horses rang out one after another, and the cavalrymen who fell off their horses in the front row also caused more casualties.
Johnson, who was at the forefront, unsurprisingly became one of the first to be hit by the musket, but the divine barrier surrounding his body saved his life. This was a gift he received for his heroic performance in a certain crusade, and it was also the reason he dared to lead the charge!
However, this magical barrier that could protect against crossbow arrows was already showing cracks...
Johnson didn't care. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to rush forward!
Especially when he saw those enemies holding strange long sticks did not continue to shoot, Johnson had already seen the dawn of victory. Obviously, such a powerful weapon could not be used continuously!
However, the slight joy only lasted for a few seconds, and then the musketeers in the front row stuffed their weapons into the back row and replaced them with new ones.
There are many different ways to use the three-stage firearm. In ancient times, both the East and the West summed up their own routines, which can be roughly divided into the Japanese three-stage firearm in which the front and back rows exchange muskets, the front row fires and the back row loads, and the Ming and European three-stage firearms in which the front and back rows rotate shooting.
These two methods have their own advantages and can be adapted to different battlefields. This time, there was no need to retreat or make a detour, so the musketeers used the former method.
With the constant rotation of the flintlock in his hand, an endless rain of bullets shot out.
Although the destructive power and deterrence of muskets were not as terrifying as artillery, they were more numerous. The short distance of just a few dozen meters was like a road of death. Every time a concentrated fire was fired, hundreds of cavalrymen fell...
The amulet Johnson hung on his chest exploded when the second round of shooting arrived. He was lucky enough to avoid the third round of shooting, but was still shot in the abdomen by the fourth round.
Fortunately, his armor was special and blocked most of the damage. Johnson was nearly knocked off his horse by the impact, but he finally managed to steady himself and endured the piercing pain. He was left with the obsession of rushing over and killing those damn miners and the wizards who cast spells!
Not to mention that he couldn't stop at all now. He was less than ten meters away from the front row of the musketeers. It was too late to turn his horse around!
"Charge... Charge!" Johnson roared at the top of his lungs, and then he saw the musketeers in front of him pointing their guns at him.
It was not until then that he realized that there was no one around him. Turning around, he saw that the cavalry brigade that had suffered heavy losses had already fled in all directions, and he was the only one who rushed to the front of the musketeers!
Before Johnson could even curse, he was shot into a sieve by a dozen muskets and fell only five or six meters away from the musketeers.
Rickman felt his heart break as he watched this scene. He didn't care about Johnson's life or death, but he felt extremely sorry for the fallen cavalrymen.