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Erwin watched with satisfaction as his subordinates sang in unison.

At that moment, the communications soldier ran to Erwin's side and reported loudly, "The Air Force will provide us with some support; their fighter jets are taking off."

"Very good, reply to them that we are very grateful for their help, but please remember not to drop bombs on our own people."

"Yes!"

No sooner had the communications soldier left than the communications soldier standing guard by the walkie-talkie shouted: "The forward reconnaissance post has spotted an enemy marching column heading this way along the road. They've spotted more than thirty magical armors!"

The communications officer paused, then quickly corrected himself, "They said they saw more than fifty magical armors."

Upon hearing this number, many temporary squad leaders turned green with rage.

Erwin shouted, "Gentlemen! You heard that! The enemy is here! Get back to your chariots immediately! We're proceeding according to plan!"

As soon as Erwin finished speaking, the squad leaders sprang into action and ran towards their respective vehicles.

After they had all left, Erwin walked to the nearest chariot, stood under it, and pointed at the commander: "You, get down."

The train commander immediately got off the train and looked at Elwin with a puzzled expression.

The repair squad commander, a graduate of infantry school, didn't explain. He effortlessly jumped onto the tank, climbed into the turret, picked up a large headset, put it on, and then spoke into the microphone: "This is Erwin. I'm in vehicle number 214. Vehicle number 214 is my command vehicle. All personnel, listen to my commands!"

At this moment, several infantrymen appeared on the small hill.

"Colonel, our commander sent us to ask what happened!"

"Tell him the enemy is coming, and we will proceed according to plan."

After saying that, Erwin patted the turret armor on top of the vehicle he had randomly chosen and urged, "Start the car, quick."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tank's engine roared, and thick smoke billowed from the side exhaust pipe.

At this time, the rising sun could be seen peeking out on the eastern horizon, and the sky above was cloudless.

The visibility was good—not too bright, but not obstructive to aiming—making it a good time to launch an attack.

Natasha yawned widely; she was exhausted from the day they set out yesterday.

"I really don't understand why this kind of bullshit mission requires so many magical armors to be used. Just how incompetent are our friendly forces?" She complained to her best friend, who was also wearing an open armor, instead of using magical communication.

PS1: Ra!

Chapter 595 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter 92 The Battle Begins (Vote Requested)

"I really don't understand why this kind of bullshit mission requires so many magical armors to be used. Just how incompetent are our friendly forces?" She complained to her best friend, who was also wearing an open armor, instead of using magical communication.

Magicians are a noble class of soldiers. From the moment they awaken their magic power and become magicians, their lives are completely different from those of ordinary people in the past. Many girls will soon leave their childhood sweethearts in their hometowns and experience the dazzling lights of big cities like St. Petersburg, and enjoy the romance and wit of noble young men. Men, on the other hand, can also witness the beauty and charm of noble girls.

At that time, they looked down on the gray livestock back home who were struggling to make a living.

Alexander II granted the serfs freedom, but before giving them that freedom, he squeezed them dry and then brutally crammed them into the noisy factories of the big cities. They were transformed from serfs into laborers, slaves of capital.

"We cannot expect our soldiers to be as efficient as the Germans; the high quality of their compulsory education is something we cannot match." Many Russian elites see this, but unfortunately, the rulers, having pursued a policy of keeping the people ignorant for so many years, naturally do not allow these cunning and shrewd individuals to be too clever.

"But even if we know all this, we won't change anything. All we need are workers, not troublemakers."

Her close friend Misha dismissed the idea, saying that Misha's father was a reformist who had been a staunch supporter of the Tsar during the serf reform movement.

“Misha,” Natasha said to her best friend, making sure Captain Sharapova wasn’t paying attention. “The enemy has indeed made a move. At least we didn’t make a wasted trip. I heard our reconnaissance balloons suffered heavy losses…we didn’t gather any intelligence.”

"Oh? They were throwing bricks at the Germans in the sky? How many Germans got big bumps on their heads?" Misha's tone was still as cynical as ever. "You know, Natasha, I had a date with that handsome young man from the logistics team last night. He promised to get me a can of caviar for Lord Magician, you know, caviar! Now all of that is ruined."

"Misha, you've done it again..."

"Come on, Natasha," Misha interrupted Natasha, turning her magical armor around and pointing the open breastplate at Natasha, making a face at her through the opening. "You only know how satisfying it is for us to mow down those unfortunate infantrymen like it's nothing, but have you ever thought about how the magical masters are mowing us down too? And did you know that another squad had a poor girl who got killed by bombs dropped by those German mosquitoes? This war is getting more and more hostile to us; we need to enjoy ourselves while we can, understand?"

“Misha, even in the Crimean War, which was a bloody conflict, the casualty rate of the magic-armored troops was lower than that of ordinary troops.”

"Yes, but most of the survivors took a long time to recover after the war, and then they found that they couldn't do anything, and the country wouldn't support you useless people who could no longer go to the battlefield, so they..."

The explosion at the front of the column interrupted Misha's words. Natasha saw a magical armor being blown away by the powerful blast.

“Oh God,” she said.

The next moment, Natasha watched helplessly as Misha's armor was hit. Her dynamic vision was better than the other magic users, so she clearly saw the shell strike the left side of Misha's armor the instant Misha activated its shield. She saw Misha's expression contort, but she stubbornly maintained the upright posture of her magic armor.

But two more shells followed the first and hit Misha's mech. She could no longer maintain her balance, and her mech tilted towards Natasha.

Natasha raised her armored mechanical arm and reached out to support Misha's body, causing it to kneel on the ground.

"Don't worry about me!" Misha shouted. "I'm... I'm alright, the blood in my mouth is from biting my tongue! Get moving, Natasha! Their cannons are accurate, damn it!"

Natasha nodded, and just as she closed the chest panel of her magic armor, the second round of bombardment began—

Upon seeing the flash in the distance, Natasha leaped to the side, causing the shell that should have hit her to merely strike her shoulder armor.

With her exceptional reflexes, Natasha severed her connection with her shoulder armor the instant she was hit. The shell shattered the outer cover of the shoulder armor, exposing the rotating mechanism to the air.

Despite the timely cut-off, Natasha still felt the pressure, which, along with the fatigue from the long march, made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

However, she still moved, drew the weapon from her back, and aimed it in the direction from which the shells were coming.

A 122mm shell landed beside Erwin's vehicle, kicking up mud and sand that covered Erwin's face. Erwin's gunner shouted, "Colonel, please get inside the tank to command!"

"Then I won't be able to see anything! Don't worry about me, load, and fire!" Elwin continued to stick his upper body out of the turret, using binoculars to observe the movements of the Russian magic warriors.

Several volleys of fire rendered more than ten magical armors immobile; for targets the size of a magic user, the hit rate was acceptable. However, only five armors could be confirmed to have caused damage to the magic users riding them. This was only because the Russians often carried out the chest plates of their magical armors while marching, resulting in them being directly hit by 7.5mm cannon fire. Clearly, magic users were unprepared and unable to withstand direct hits from 7.5mm cannons.

As for the tank team, although no specific casualty reports have been received, the wailing coming through Elwin's headset speaks volumes.

As the tanks opened fire, the artillery deployed behind the village was not idle either. Howitzer shells used by the infantry landed one after another on the road. Among the enemy's accompanying troops who were still in chaos, Elwin saw the enemy's accompanying cavalry preparing to charge and rush into the village along the main road. However, they were blown to pieces by landmines and accurate artillery fire.

However, neither the indirect fire from infantry artillery nor the direct fire from tank guns could stop the Russian magicians from deploying to both sides of the road. The Russian girls moved to both sides while returning fire with their weapons. Although the effectiveness of their counterattacks was greatly reduced due to the good concealment of the German tanks, Erwin realized that continuing to stay in place and exchange fire with the Russians might not be a good idea.

A well-prepared mage can withstand several cannonballs in succession, and their ability to withstand bombardment is even stronger if there are intervals between hits. On the first day of the breakthrough, Elwin passed by Jorru and learned that a mage there had been hit by two cannonballs in succession and fallen down, but the people inside were only knocked unconscious. After being captured, they were still able to howl and resist, showing great ferocity.

PS1: Tanks are definitely the most romantic thing 0v0

Chapter 596 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter 93 Bloodbath in the Magic Armor (Seeking Votes)

"All vehicles, begin the retreat as planned."

After giving the order, Elwin slammed his fist on the turret top. His driver immediately released the clutch, and the tank's tracks began to spin. The initial movement was extremely violent; the tank, like a cat with its back arched and fur standing on end, was poked in the rear with a twig, and it lurched forward. Elwin was almost thrown off the tank by this violent start, but he managed to regain his footing.

The grove of trees receded rapidly, and just before the trees blocked his view, Erwin saw the Russian mage warriors charging toward him.

Erwin thought to himself, hoping for good luck to his infantry brothers in the fields.

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At this moment, Corporal Harder, clutching his iron fist, hid in the foxhole, feeling as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

Outside the foxholes, artillery fire boomed, and it was unclear how effective the tank convoy's fire was. Although the chances were slim, Hader still hoped that the Russian magic warriors would be driven away by a few volleys of tank fire, thus eliminating the need for him, an infantryman, to participate.

But Had's wish was in vain; the vibrator planted in the ground beside him emitted a crisp sound. This was actually a very common instrument; every infantryman was equipped with one. When the magical armor of a mage or mage-wielder stomped on the ground, it would detect the subtle vibrations and convert them into a sound that could be heard.

Corporal Harder didn't realize that this crude little contraption couldn't distinguish the vibrations from the tank tracks and the magic armor, but in the current situation, it made no difference. A tank convoy couldn't possibly launch a preemptive attack on a magic-wielding force when outnumbered; the vibrations from the tracks meant the enemy magic-wielding forces were about to advance.

Hader took deep breaths, trying to calm his increasingly violently beating heart. His chest ached, and if he could, he would have liked to immediately throw away the rocket launcher, cover his head with his hands, and hide in the foxhole forever. But long years of training forced him to prop himself up, stick his head out of the foxhole, and push aside the surrounding crops to check the situation.

He saw a mage running at full speed toward him; although he was huge, his speed was no less than that of a car.

Had saw that rockets had been fired at the Russian magicians, but most of them were dodged or deflected by the Russian magicians with a wave of their hands. Only two or three rockets hit the Russian magicians. Had estimated that there should be more hits in places he couldn't see, but it was clear that this highly anticipated weapon could not cause enough damage to the magicians.

—Of course, even the 75mm cannons on those tanks couldn't do enough damage to these guys.

These monsters.

I saw an infantry comrade being pulled out of a pit by a Russian magic soldier, who was holding him by one leg and swinging him around like a big stick.

He pulled his head back, unable to stop trembling.

Although officers and veterans of all ranks repeatedly warned Had during training that the Magicians would do cruel things on the battlefield in order to intimidate the enemy, and that if he was afraid, he would be playing right into their hands, Had still threw away the Iron Fist rocket launcher in his hand, hugged his knees and trembled desperately.

Just then, the sunlight that had been shining on the foxhole suddenly disappeared. Had was startled and looked up, and sure enough, he saw that the Russian magic warriors' magic armor, which was much larger than normal people, had completely blocked out the blue sky.

He was about to reach for the rocket launcher when Magician grabbed him.

His mouth was emitting uncontrollable screams and loud pleas for mercy, completely lacking the fearless spirit expected of an imperial soldier. Veterans would surely say that he had utterly disgraced the empire.

Just then, a rocket came from the side and hit the mage in the shoulder—Imperial soldiers usually practice aiming at the shoulder, knee and foot during training, especially the foot, which is the Achilles' heel of the mage armor.

Hader was released and fell into his foxhole, his head spinning from the impact.

But he grabbed his iron fist without hesitation, flipped over, and fired without aiming, his eyes closed, towards the approximate direction of the magic armor.

He heard the sound of something heavy falling, and to his surprise, he opened his eyes to see the magic armor in front of him kneeling on the ground, with holes clearly visible in the armor plates on his knees from the armor-piercing jets.

Then, Had was punched flat by an enraged Russian magic user...

Elwin ordered the mobile tank squad that was following him to stop.

He turned to check on the other squads and found that, except for the squad furthest out of sight, all the others had stopped. So he shouted into the microphone, "Sixth Squad, halt! Prepare to fire!"

The vehicle from the sixth squad drove forward for a few more seconds before stopping.

Just then, Erwin heard the gunner shout, "Enemy forces have appeared!"

"Fire!" Elwin roared without thinking.

The sound of artillery fire came through his headphones, and the smoke from the gunfire filled Erwin's nostrils with the smell of gunpowder.

Because of the close proximity, several of the first magical armors to emerge were hit.

But then the magical armors that crossed the forest opened fire, and 107mm and 122mm shells successively ripped open the black metal canisters.

"Release the smoke!"

Even before Elwin gave the order, many tanks had already used smoke launchers. White smoke quickly filled the battlefield, obscuring the tanks.

Elwin's vision was also obscured by the smoke, and at the same time, his vehicle started up again in a fierce manner, speeding toward the designated second firing position.

Just then, Erwin heard an unfamiliar voice in his headset: "This is Greyhound Squadron of the Air Force. We have arrived at the battlefield and are requesting target designation."

"See those white smokes in the battlefield?" Erwin said, looking up, but he couldn't see any planes. "We've just exited the white smoke and are retreating towards the bushes to the west of the smoke trail. The Russians are right behind us."

"Understood. We will drop bombs west of the white smoke belt and between the treeline. Fighter jets will dive to provide support. Over."

As soon as he finished speaking, Erwin saw a magical armor burst out of the smoke directly in front of him. The rugged lines of the Russian-made magical armor tore through the smoke, revealing its full form in the morning light.

"All weapons, open fire!"

The machine guns mounted on the side of the turret began firing, and the ejection mechanism ejected a large number of brass shells, each about the thickness of two thumbs, out of the long ejection window.

The Russians had to raise their right hands to cover their more vulnerable areas—their broad forearm armor served as a shield, a last resort for defense when their magic armor couldn't be activated in time.

Machine gun bullets were clearly insufficient to penetrate the magic warrior's armor, but the resulting mental pressure was enough to hinder the magic warrior's movements, causing the magic armor to become sluggish as it ran.

PS1: Magic Armor is also improving.

Chapter 597 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter 94 This is the Air Force (Seeking votes)

But a second magical armored unit burst out from the side.

It fired its short, stubby cannon as it ran, and Elwin watched as the bullets from the cannon landed directly on the ground next to vehicle number 216, which was speeding along to his left.

The explosion lifted the hull of vehicle 216 by about 30 centimeters, and the tracks were thrown off like toys. Several road wheels were also lost.

Car number 216 broke down immediately, and was instantly left behind by Erwin's car number 214.

The crew of 216 quickly opened the hatch, jumped off the tank nimbly, and ran as fast as they could towards Elwin.

The Russian soldier who destroyed the running gear of vehicle 216 leaped high into the air and landed directly on the vehicle. She probably wanted to crush the tank, but she clearly underestimated the toughness of the German tank.

Elwin saw her crush the fragile top armor of the chariot's turret, but the rest of the turret's armor was only slightly deformed. One of the Magister's feet sank directly into the chariot, and then, driven by the momentum of the landing, she fell forward, crashing into the abandoned chariot.

"Stop the car!" Erwin ordered decisively. "That idiot is the target!"

Although Erwin didn't explicitly name the idiot, the gunner accurately understood his meaning and decisively turned the cannon towards the mage trapped in the chariot.

Before Elwin could give the order, the tank cannon opened fire, and the shell hit the weakest part of the magic armor—the back. However, the Russian magic armor was indeed sturdy. This shot only ripped open a large section of the deck and knocked off some parts, without hitting the most vulnerable part of the entire magic armor—the magic user himself.

At that moment, a roar came from the sky.

That was the Sky Knights sounding the horn of counterattack!

The bombs dropped by the bombers ripped up walls of mud in the fields.

As the smoke and dust obscured their vision, vehicle number 214 sped backward again. The blind-fired shells from the Russian magicians pierced through the smoke and dust, landing not far from Elwin and kicking up new clouds of dust.

The machine gun fired randomly in the direction from which the shells were coming, ejecting spent cartridge cases continuously. Suddenly, the machine gun fire stopped.

"What's going on?" Ai Qi Liu q Yi Ba Liu Yue - Yi Er Wen asked loudly.

"The drumstick missed!"

"Replace it immediately!"