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"No, sir, we must go outside to replace the drum magazine!"

Elwin had only been a combat engineer for a short time and was not yet familiar with the tanks.

Amidst the jolts, Erwin saw the Russian mage break through the smoke and dust obscuring his vision and continue striding towards him. As he ran, he pulled the breechblock of his cannon, pulled out a brass shell, threw it behind him, and deftly pulled out a new shell and shoved it into the breech.

The whole process was smooth and efficient, and it probably didn't take as long as it took the combat engineers' loaders to load the 75mm gun.

The Russian mage raised his "gun" and aimed, and Erwin shouted, "Swing it to the left!"

His vehicle, number 214, swerved sharply to the left. At the same time, the Russians opened fire. Shells landed on Erwin's side, kicking up a head-sized chunk of dirt that smashed directly onto the tank's armor plating. Fragments of mud splattered all over Erwin's face.

The giant, slightly taller than the chariot, continued its mad dash, closing the distance to Elwin at a visible speed, while once again fluidly changing the ammunition in the cannon.

At this moment, Erwin's line of sight was almost level with the viewfinder on the head of the magic armor. He stared at the observation hole deep inside the armor and for a moment began to guess that the person sitting in the raging block of iron was actually a Russian woman.

At this moment, the Russian finished reloading, and she raised her hand, aiming at the speeding vehicle No. 214.

In the blink of an eye, countless machine gun bullets shot out from the air behind Elwin, sweeping across the Russian magic warriors' path with their downward momentum. Three of them hit the defensive steel plates in front of the magic armor.

The cannon in her hand was jolted upwards, and the cannon, which was originally aimed at vehicle 214, completely lost its aim. The shell flew over Elwin's head, and the airflow it generated lifted his hat off. If the trajectory had been just a little lower, Elwin's head would have been crushed.

As 122mm shells rained down in front of them, another strafing attack came. The two aircraft attacked each other in less than two seconds.

However, because the Russian magic armor slowed down significantly after being hit in the first round, only one shot in the second round hit the Russian magic warrior's leg or pierced his shield—perhaps not a direct hit, but the explosion and smoke blocked Elwin's vision.

At that very moment, the dirt kicked up by the cannonball fired by the mage hit Elwin on the back again.

Immediately afterwards, two fighter jets painted with double-headed eagle insignia swept across the sky, disappearing from Elwin's sight in an instant, leaving only the roar of their engines.

Erwin was forty-four years old, an age when, by German standards, he was already as steady as a rock. But at this moment, he still cheered like a green recruit who had just witnessed the power of cannons on the battlefield: "Brothers in the sky, I love you!"

Then one of the mischievous pilots chimed in, "We love you too, baby."

Erwin looked up as another two-plane formation swept overhead, the strafing guns mounted under the wings looking beautiful against the backdrop of the rising sun and the smoke—at least to Erwin.

At that moment, the gunner's exclamation suddenly came through the headset: "She's still moving!"

Elwin was startled and quickly turned his gaze to the knelt-down magic armor in the distance.

He saw the armor shell open upwards, and a Russian girl with braids was staggering down from it.

"Sir, I can load a high-explosive round, and I can also use a coaxial machine gun..."

“No need,” Erwin interrupted his subordinate. “She is no longer capable of fighting. We are Her Majesty the Queen’s army, aren’t we? We are not devils, but knights.”

After speaking, Erwin raised his binoculars and looked at the Russian girl. To be fair, the girl was quite pretty—in fact, all the female magic users were good-looking, and the men were even more handsome.

She was watching the carriage of Erwin, who had easily escaped from her grasp. Half of his long braid was undone, and the pale golden strands of his hair fluttered in the wind.

Elwin suddenly felt a strange beauty in the sight of the girl standing next to the damaged magic armor. He didn't know why he felt this way; he just thought the scene was really beautiful.

Natasha stood beside her tattered magical armor, watching the strange weapon speed away into the distance.

All around them were the sounds of artillery fire. Her companions were still trying to wipe out the rapidly retreating enemy forces, but Natasha knew they couldn't catch up much further, because they had to regroup, gather and protect their companions in the damaged magic armor, and the accompanying troops scattered along the road also needed the protection of the magic warriors.

It is extremely dangerous to venture deep into enemy territory without support troops, especially into enemy territory where the enemy is already prepared.

Natasha gasped for breath, and as the new weapon disappeared into the bushes, she collapsed to her knees. Only then did she realize that her legs were completely weak and her clothes were soaked with sweat.

She looked down at her hands and found that they were trembling slightly.

A voice in her head told her that this was the Air Force.

PS1: I designed this Erwin character based on Rommel! 0v0! Austria is the true German state now.

Chapter 598 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter 95 The Capture of Sarai (Seeking Votes)

She looked down at her hands and found that they were trembling slightly.

A voice in her head told her that this was the Air Force.

She felt fear when faced with the sheer force of ordinary people. This wasn't a lesson from the older generation's teachings; all she learned was how to minimize mental exertion when slaughtering regular troops.

After the campaign began, every night in her nightmares, she was torn to pieces by Turkish magic users, the worst time being instantly reduced to ashes by one of them. But now, her nightmares will take a new form.

Natasha covered her face and began to cry silently.

In the sky, German reconnaissance planes were circling, and the scouts at the tail observation positions were reporting loudly through binoculars: "Confirmed that the Russian magic warrior units have ended their pursuit and are beginning to regroup. There are still signs of fighting in the village, and the remaining armored units and repair vehicles are retreating towards Villerssee."

"Understood, continue to observe." The captain's voice came through the intercom into the reconnaissance officer's headset. "It would be best to also confirm the exchange ratio between the two sides; I think headquarters is very interested in that."

“Well, it’s not very clear at this altitude.” The scout hesitated for a moment. “I saw fifty to sixty large wrecks on the plain, only about a third of which showed no signs of burning.”

"Understood, thank you."

"Can't proceed?" Grand Duke Nikolayevich glared at the communications officer, looking like he wanted to devour him. "What do you mean they can't proceed? Did they encounter enemy magic users?"

The communications officer was about to reply, but then thought better of it and kept quiet, handing over the frontline communication records to Grand Duke Nikolayevich for his own use. And so he did.

Grand Duke Nikolayevich snatched the writing board from the communications officer, quickly read the text on it, and then slammed it onto the map table: "Nonsense! These guys have completely disgraced the Russian Empire's magicians!"

Grand Duchess Tonya of Belgorod, who had been sitting silently to the side, frowned. She stood up, walked gracefully to the map table, picked up the writing board and read the questions on it. Soon, she frowned slightly.

"Faced with 17 armored vehicles completely destroyed, 11 still mobile but severely damaged, and 20 damaged to varying degrees... this result is indeed unacceptable." Tonya put down her writing board and turned to look at Grand Duke Nikolayevich. "However, as far as I know, your magic warrior reserve force consists of well-trained elite magic warriors from our army?"

“They should be well-trained,” Grand Duke Nikolayevich corrected the Magician’s statement with displeasure. “Now, they only have about twenty intact magic armors left. This level of strength is simply not enough to stop the enemy’s attack. But on the other hand, this at least confirms the scale of the enemy’s attack.”

Grand Duke Nikolayevich picked up a pencil and compass and gestured on the map: "The enemy should have a corps-level unit at this location, or at least two fully equipped divisions. I estimate our forces in this area have already been wiped out. Their target should be Saray. I think they'll reach Saray tonight at the earliest, covering 68 kilometers in two and a half days. The Austrians are performing much better this time than they did in the Franco-Prussian War, almost one kilometer per hour. However, considering the resistance our troops face along the way, as well as the replenishment and rest of our soldiers, I don't think they'll arrive so quickly..."

At that moment, another communications staff officer entered the office looking nervous.

"report!"

"Just say 'flag eel three phosphorus' and it'll start!"

The communications officer, his expression grave, announced in a stern, emotionless voice, "The armored ship Nicholas I of the Black Sea Fleet has received a radio communication, presumably from the Third Army Command in Sarai. It states that they have been attacked, their garrison of magical warriors has been annihilated, and they are requesting reinforcements."

Grand Duke Nikolayevich immediately looked as if he had seen a ghost. He took out his pocket watch, glanced at it, and then shouted, "This is impossible!"

Tonya's expression was similar, but she was clearly much calmer than Grand Duke Nikolayevich, and immediately asked the communications officer, "What time did we receive this message?"

"Just now."

“Even so, it’s still impossible.” Archduke Nikolayevich continued to shake his head. “This means that the German allied forces will have arrived around Sarai by dawn today and are preparing to attack!”

“That’s right, and Sarai should have a squad of mage warriors who retreated to rest and regroup to keep watch, right? They would use mage communication if they were attacked.”

When Qorlu was attacked, the Russian military command received a garbled magical communication because the Russian magical warrior who sent the communication was fighting the Turkish girls and could not maintain stable communication.

But they did manage to send a message.

So Sarai was lost just like that, which is unbelievable.

Not only did Grand Duke Nikolayevich find it hard to believe, but Tonya also wore an expression of disbelief.

"Immediately dispatch the flying magical armor that our army imported from America to assess the situation." Finally, Donya ordered, "Immediately."

Herrelis, the communications room of the International Volunteer Forces headquarters, is where senior commanders, including Moltke and Jeanne, gather.

The communications soldier handed the microphone to Jeanne: "Connected."

“Very good.” Jeanne took the microphone. “I am Jeanne, the acting commander of the International Volunteer Force. Heinz, where are you?”

Heinz's triumphant voice immediately came from the sound system in the room: "I am in Sarai, esteemed Commander. At the headquarters of the Russian Third Army in Sarai, we have occupied the entire city and are preparing to deal with the harassment of the Russian flying magicians."

The staff officers looked at each other in bewilderment.

Jeanne continued, "Where are the Russian magic users? There should be about twenty magic armored vehicles guarding that place!"

"Task Force 141 raided the mage armor maintenance center before our attack. I don't know how they did it, but we only saw five mage armors, and they were instantly melted by the firepower of two hundred tanks. The other mage warriors have been captured. We are considering how to use them. In addition, we need reinforcements and ammunition supplies."

“You will receive reinforcements and ammunition supplies.” Jeanne paused. “Congratulations, Mr. Heinz. Your offensive operation has demonstrated extraordinary power and proved Her Majesty the Empress’s vision.”

"Thank you, and long live Her Majesty the Empress, long live Germany!" For everyone present, the Danube Federation has become the de facto leader of Germany. Therefore, for Germans who yearn for German unification, the Austrian Empire has become the de facto spiritual and cultural mother country. From the perspective of the collective memory of the Holy Roman Empire, the Habsburg dynasty can also bear this belief.

PS1: Ra!

Chapter 599 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter 96 Battle Against the Russian Magicians (Seeking Votes)

“Miss Donya.” Valeria had barely opened her mouth when she was spotted by a German anti-aircraft gun (the Austrian army had developed anti-aircraft guns to accompany their aircraft). She rushed to low altitude, using buildings to shield herself from the anti-aircraft gun's beam, but was then spotted by another anti-aircraft gun. She rushed over, smashed the anti-aircraft gun, and then, while loading ammunition into her own 107mm gun, continued to report through the magic communication system, “Miss Donya, Sarai has been occupied by the international volunteer forces. We are currently engaged in combat with the international volunteer forces… well, we are currently engaged in combat with the German anti-aircraft fire.”

At that moment, Valeria felt a sudden chill on the back of her head. She instinctively jumped to the side, but was still hit by two shells fired at close range.

The armor-piercing jet had a certain impact on Valeria's mental state. She turned her flying armor around in mid-air, closed the breech of her 107mm cannon, and fired a shot in the direction from which the shell was coming.

Then she immediately regretted it. The impact of the shells landing nearby had a far greater psychological impact on her than the two shells that had just landed.

"I can't stay here," Valeria thought. Who knew how many Allied soldiers were lurking in these buildings, waiting to fire at her? Just then, a black vehicle sped out from the distant intersection; the turret of Austria's new weapon was already aimed at Valeria.

Almost simultaneously, the German Allied forces hidden nearby began firing at Valeria. Clearly, these Allied infantrymen were following the tactical manual to suppress Valeria's mind and slow down her reaction speed—unfortunately, Valeria was a Russian magic user piloting Russian magic armor. This type of armor was designed rather crudely, and small objects like bullets would hardly touch the magic shield, leaving all the defense in this aspect to the steel plate itself.

As Valeria took to the sky, the Allied forces opened fire. Shells pierced through the spot where Valeria had just stood, creating a large hole in the wall of the building behind her, before exiting from the other side of the building.

Valeria leaped twenty meters upwards and then fired a 107mm shell at the Allied soldiers' new weapon. The shell landed directly on the thing, turning it into a ball of fire. But Valeria then noticed a vehicle with the same tractor chassis parked next to it, carrying the German Allied new weapon that Valeria hated most since the start of this damned battle.

The quadruple 20mm cannons rained down bullets on Valeria's flying armor.

Valeria had no choice but to face the thing with the front of her flight armor while frantically shaking it up, down, left, and right.

Since the start of the battle today, two of her subordinates have been hit in their flight components by that thing and have had to retreat. In order to cover their retreat and prevent them from falling off the plane and becoming immobile, Valeria had to send two magic users to escort them back. Normally, the two injured men should land nearby and wait for the main force to finish its operation, but Valeria was worried about the enemy planes roaming in the sky.

That's right, airplanes. These damned iron-winged flies actually dare to mess with flying magic users now! Valeria had seen allied soldiers use artillery to attack ground magic users. The protective capabilities of flying magic armor are not as good as those on the ground. Without deploying magic shields, it can only withstand the attacks of 20 or 30 millimeters of machine gun fire at its limit, and it simply cannot withstand the attacks of those artillery shells.

The magic shield is the key to saving lives; the mental pressure generated just from opening it can make Valeria feel nauseous for half a month.

Valeria finally finished loading and destroyed that damned vehicle with a single shot.

It was only then that she realized she had been neglecting Lady Donya on the other end of the magic communication for quite some time.

“Miss Donya, the enemy has a strong force and fierce anti-aircraft firepower. Our flying magic warrior team alone cannot retake the town.”

At this moment, Valeria's subordinate flew to her side and shouted loudly through a megaphone: "Reijima has been shot down, landing in the Allied forces' position and being riddled with bullets by their new weapons. We've already lost five men; if this continues, we'll be overtaken by the Allied soldiers..."

Before she could finish speaking, a large-caliber armor-piercing round hit her from the side.

Valeria watched helplessly as the armor-piercing bullet tore through the fragile side armor of the flight armor, passed through the flight components in the waist of the armor, and entered the side of the magic-armored body.

The warhead did not emerge from the other side.

The magical light emanating from the machine instantly went out, and the flight components struggled for a moment before finally dimming as well.

The armor tilted to the side, and large amounts of blood gushed out from the holes created by the side shells.

Valeria turned her head and saw a new German Allied weapon being lowered from the small fountain in the street. It seemed the fountain had been used as a support to raise the vehicle and hump its cannon, which then struck Valeria's men. (Classic anti-aircraft tactic in battle)

Valeria turned around, and upon seeing this, the opponent immediately released a smoke screen.

But before the smoke completely obscured its bulky body, Valeria aimed her 107 at it and pulled the trigger.

As a result, Valeria discovered that she had forgotten to reload.

The black metal box was completely obscured by smoke. At that moment, Donya's voice came through the magic communicator: "Is the situation at the front bad?"

“Yes, it’s bad,” Valeria said as she reloaded. “We’ve lost six men, and two others had their flight components damaged and have retreated. The others’ magical armor is also damaged, and their mental energy is severely depleted. We’ve taken down quite a few of them, but they still have thousands more.”

While Tonya remained silent, Valeria destroyed another tractor-trailer that had ambushed her.

Finally, Donya's voice came through the magic communicator: "Alright, I understand. You can retreat now. Thank you for your hard work."

"Received. Thank you for your understanding, Miss Donya."

After saying that, Valeria took action, drew the signal gun hanging at her waist, and fired a green signal flare into the sky.

Using magic communication might be inconvenient for magic users in the heat of battle, so magic users usually use signal flares to issue orders to retreat during combat.

After the signal flare was launched, Valeria fired another 107mm round at the ground, destroying a two-story building and the German soldiers hiding inside.

She then rapidly ascended, and the allied soldiers immediately realized Valeria's intentions, opening fire frantically into the air. Valeria positioned the thickest part of her armor facing the ground, while simultaneously assessing the number of mage warriors ascending.

With seven men gone, it seems another unfortunate comrade was shot down before the retreat order was given.

She bit her lip until it bled. If possible, she truly wanted to stay and tear the city to shreds to avenge her seven comrades. But continuing to fight would only make their morale crumble, leading to more mistakes and greater losses. Reason told Valeria that retreat was the wise choice now.

PS1: The Flying Magic Armor didn't appear out of nowhere; it was already 0v0 at the start!

Chapter 600 The Hero of the Turkish Symphonic Era: The Vienna Rose (Seeking Votes)

Valeria gritted her teeth and muttered, "Damn allied soldiers!"

Meanwhile, Heinz observed the retreating Russian flying magic warrior unit from the rooftop of the temporary command post. As the last glimmer of light left by the Russian magic warriors disappeared from the sky, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned his gaze to the town, which was filled with billowing smoke.

"We're counting our casualties," he said.

A rough estimate of casualties was quickly sent to Heinz.

Two dedicated anti-aircraft artillery battalions were almost decimated, all officers of lieutenant rank and above were wiped out, and sixty anti-aircraft gun vehicles that had just rolled off the production line less than two months ago were turned into burning scrap metal. Of the remaining twelve vehicles, two were damaged and needed repair.

The various armored detachments also suffered heavy losses, losing nearly fifty tanks.