Work Prophet

Tristan was furious, and dispatched all the supervising troops he had in hand, and having gotten over the initial shock, he had proceeded to notice how the Italian Cannons needed a gap after each firing.

The soil cannons produced by the Double Rest Teaching Institute took a long time to reload, especially when the gunners lacked training, taking four to five minutes to reload was considered fast.

If the dwarfs running at the forefront hadn't been stunned by the first round of cannon fire, they would have already breached the enemy line; instead, their caution and hesitation subjected them to another barrage.

Realizing this, Tristan immediately urged the army to continue charging. Once they crossed those dozens of iron tubes, it would be safe; they might even seize those terrifying, loud, and smoke-belching contraptions.

Tristan didn't know how to use these devices, but as long as the other side couldn't use them either, it was alright; after all, they had an absolute numerical advantage.

The new orders were quickly relayed by the signal officers to the front line, but the dwarves remained indifferent.

While Tristan was nominally the commander of the great army, not everyone was under his command; the imperial nobility might still comply with his orders out of respect for the Pangluosi family.

Yet the dwarfs always listened only to Balin.

When the Dwarf General was still alive, Tristan had always found him unsightly, but despite his greed, Balin was still somewhat reasonable.

With his death, the dwarfs became even more uncontrollable—some wanted to avenge Balin and charged at the enemy, while some found the Italian Cannons too terrifying and didn't want to continue being the human shields for the imperial people behind them, creating chaos among themselves.

Tristan was truly desperate and, seeing this, no longer cared about the dwarfs. He led by example and continued to charge forward with a group of Imperial Soldiers.

Seeing that the commander had moved, those below were also inspired and temporarily overcame their fear of the cannons, following Tristan's charge forward.

But by this time, the twenty-seven Italian Cannons were nearly ready to fire the third round.

This time, the Lady switched to using buckshot.

Compared to solid bullets, the range of buckshot was much shorter, and the shells couldn't ricochet, but their killing power was stronger. The iron nails and shrapnel packed inside disseminated swiftly, capable of bringing down dozens of enemy soldiers instantly.

This time it was the imperial lords and their warriors who suffered.

They were nearly at the Italian Cannons when they were bombarded head-on, causing many to be knocked off their feet, with cries of agony everywhere.

Moreover, the number of dead was greater this time, so some couldn't help but beat a retreat. Those twenty-seven large black iron tubes had almost become their nightmare.

But how could Tristan just watch his troops retreat once more? It was like playing whack-a-mole: stick your head out to get hammered heavily, then retreat, summon up the courage, stick it out again, and get hammered again…

Fine, it had turned into a never-ending cycle. No matter how many men they had, it seemed they were doomed to fall here today.

Tristan had his attendant and trusted aides join him in shouting, "Charge through, only by charging through can we live! Their Holy Artifact cannot keep firing forever!!!"

The Lady, following the sound towards the direction of the Alliance Commander, was slightly surprised, not expecting the enemy to quickly discover the weakness of the Italian Cannons.

But having decimated thousands from the enemy in three rounds, it was worth it; now the real battle was set to begin.

Seeing the enemy forces drawing nearer, the Lady ordered the artillery, including those precious Italian Cannons, to retreat in advance to prevent them from being destroyed.

She then personally blew the horn for a counterattack and began leading the charge toward the approaching enemy.

The two iron torrents drew closer and closer until they finally met, and the outcome was quickly decided.

Many of the Alliance soldiers were still dazed by the previous three rounds of cannon fire, and their formation was disrupted. When faced with the enemy cavalry's charge, they quickly scattered again.

However, the Resistance Army was at a disadvantage due to their smaller numbers. Although they had the upper hand in the first exchange with the knights, they soon found themselves surrounded, with enemies on all sides.

Miss Rabbit was tightly guarded in the middle by three hundred elite members of the Arias family, led by Thomas and Duren, especially Thomas, who had been with Ireya for a long time and knew all about the Lady's martial arts skills.

Before setting out, he had made up his mind to ensure the Lady's safety, determined to keep any enemy at bay.

The young woman drew her gun and looked around, finding no suitable target. Fearing accidental harm to the surrounding allies, she refrained from shooting randomly.

However, as time passed, more and more outer guards fell, and the Lady finally found an opportunity to join the battle.

Her marksmanship was divine, and she specifically targeted the skilled; those who were good at martial arts soon found themselves targeted by the young woman, who granted them a bullet. In no time, the Lady had killed four people,

including two nobles, causing chaos among their troops, while the people of the Arias family managed to catch their breath.

Elsewhere, Tristan was also leading from the front, personally ending an enemy's life by beheading him, before looking up to survey the situation on the battlefield.

Although the Alliance suffered far greater losses than the Resistance Army, Tristan was least afraid of a war of attrition. Moreover, as the two sides mingled in battle, those strange big iron tubes the Lady had couldn't be used.

Meanwhile, the Alliance gradually began to steady their footings after the initial chaos. If things continued this way, the final victory would still be theirs,

even though the process was more complicated and not as smooth as previously anticipated.

As Tristan was thinking, he suddenly noticed a batch of strange devices not far away.

There were red ones, green ones, and yellow ones, all varying in size and shape but invariably made of iron and, astonishingly, capable of moving, with many emitting black smoke from their bodies.

The most conspicuous one had a huge steel arm on top. They were escorted by a group of Black Knights and quickly pierced through the battlefield, demonstrating their immense power soon after.

That steel arm casually swung, and the Alliance soldiers in front of it were knocked down in swathes.

Another large, earth-brown iron lump had a row of long blades attached to the front that kept rotating continuously.

Seeing this, a brave knight charged forward on his horse, but in the next moment, both he and his horse were sucked into those blades, sliced into a bloody mess.

Nowadays, whenever Tristan saw a new contraption stirred up by the Double Rest Sect, a chill ran through his heart, and he also grew resentful toward the Figrola family.

As the lords of the Western Region, the Double Rest Sect had conjured up so many terrifying devices right under their noses, yet the Figrola family was completely oblivious.