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Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters

Is Magic really just a wish machine? No! In a universe where Magic truly exists, the ultimate nature of Magic must be as simple and aesthetically pleasing as the laws of physics. This is the story of a mass-produced magical war tool who learned the ultimate nature of Magic. But what of it? Just as birds can fly without understanding aerodynamics, magicians can use Magic without grasping its ultimate nature. Learning the ultimate nature of Magic doesn't mean the tool can instantly transform into a great magician. But yearning for knowledge is a human instinct, and curiosity is the primary driving force of human civilization. Even for Magic, which should seemingly defy explanation, humans hope to understand its inherent operational laws. The pursuit of Magic's ultimate nature requires no reason! The story in this book takes place in an era where steel and gunpowder dance together. Here, firearms are on the rise; armor remains the main character; military theory is changing rapidly, with endless innovations in systems and techniques. And this world has something more than ours: Magic. The world is undergoing a profound transformation, and no one can remain detached from it...

Yin Zidian · Fantasie
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711 Chs

Chapter 72: The Battle

At this moment, the Red River Tribe reinforcements were less than "one sheep" away from Bianli City in a straight line, with every arrow tower on the reddish-brown rammed earth walls clearly visible.

[Note: "One sheep" refers to the distance within which a flock of sheep is pastured, approximately 1.2—2.5 kilometers. Similarly, there are measurements like "one cow" and "one horse," which are Herders' units of measure.]

Yet this short distance of one sheep seemed like an insurmountable chasm.

Because standing in their way were four phalanxes of a thousand men each, one camp, and a river over a dozen meters wide filled with icy cold water.

Chiliarch "Owl Hawk" galloped into their own formation, rushing straight to the red-tasseled banner symbolizing the commander-in-chief before pulling the reins hard.

The warhorse neighed, rearing up on its hind legs.