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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 · ファンタジー
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Chapter 71: The Reason for the Decisive Battle

Officers from the Land Academy all memorized a phrase, "The precondition for a decisive battle is that both sides have the intention to fight one."

The [Herders-Paratu War] is the best footnote to this phrase.

The Herder tribes, taking all their possessions, would run ahead, with the Paratu army chasing behind, until the boundaries of power were redrawn—this was the traditional war pattern.

General Sekler dreamt of engaging the Red River Tribe in a decisive battle, but as long as the Red River Tribe didn't want to fight, such a battle could not be fought.

The reason was simple: The side with greater mobility controlled the choice of the battlefield.

The barbarians were particularly sharp and cunning, accustomed to each rider having several horses, moving like the wind; they would only engage in battles they could win.

At the slightest hint of danger, they would not hesitate to flee, and the battle would once again become a tiresome game of chase.