The Fourth Calamity never believed in the steel torrent!

Chapter 61 The Undead Legion of the Black Hawk Empire

“…I’m telling you, Lieutenant Colonel August, I think you need to be more open-minded and stop thinking of this as witchcraft or something!”

"As the saying goes, existence is its own justification. Magic is just a science that has not yet been fully explored. Even His Majesty the Emperor is promoting magic. Why are you doing this?"

Beside Lieutenant Colonel August, the mage holding the six-pointed star scepter walked and pointed at his squad, but it was clear that Lieutenant Colonel August was not currently disgusted by his squad.

"I won't say much about the corrupt spells you possess; you'll have to bear the consequences yourselves, it has nothing to do with me!"

Lieutenant Colonel August sighed, but then pointed excitedly at the small team crossing the bridge in the distance.

"But what's wrong with this squad? All I see is blasphemy against the dead! Our war should be a war of honor, not one that is so inhumane!"

"Are we really going to abandon even the last shred of morality for the sake of profit?"

As Augustus became somewhat agitated, the mage beside him shook his head and simply repeated what he had said before verbatim.

Even the emperor was promoting magic, so what did they have to hold onto?

Thinking of this, Lieutenant Colonel August suddenly felt extremely upset.

His attitude towards the emperor was naturally one of reverence and unwavering loyalty.

If it weren't for the emperor's strong advocacy for the development of advanced technology and his efforts in building the empire's industry over the past 20 years, how would a son of a fallen noble family like him have had the opportunity to join the empire's new-style army and command such a steel torrent?
But no matter what, he still couldn't accept the emperor's veneration of these witchcrafts!
Establishing a magic academy is certainly a good thing, as it can break the traditional monopoly of mages and spread this power to more people.

However, in his view, what the empire should be promoting now is definitely not those three schools of thought collectively known as the Inner Court!
He had no magical talent and did not understand the specifics of these spells.

However, the abyss mage next to him, and another necromancer dressed in green who was controlling an army of skeletons to cross the river, had already left a very deep impression on him.

As for the most mysterious faction, known as the Ancient Gods Mage faction, although he has never met them yet, he subconsciously felt that they were not a good faction.

The mage force before him felt like something out of a myth or legend. When did they become such villains?
At the other end, a necromancer wearing a black leather coat and a green skull mask, holding a staff with a spine-like skull at the top, was busy directing his skeleton army across the river.

The skeleton army before him was entirely created by him and his squad after they had slaughtered several villages along the way, using the corpses of the villagers.

Of course, theoretically, he could create a large number of skeleton troops by excavating more cemeteries, but war is all about speed.

Compared to massacring gathered villagers, isn't digging up a cemetery much slower?

The fact that most villagers prefer to bury their bodies on the mountain rather than in a cemetery that charges a fee further complicates the process of collecting the bodies!

The mage glanced at the soldier wielding a necromancer spear in one hand and controlling the skeletons with his other glove, nodded, and then shouted at them:

"Gentlemen, double-check the control programs in your gloves. I want you to have added the firing control circuit, instead of just letting these skeletons charge headfirst!"

As soon as the mage finished speaking, a chorus of responses rang out from ahead. Each soldier wielding a green necromancer spear took turns showing off their gloves, revealing a green crystal embedded in them.

This crystal is a set of limb movement programs pre-written by a necromancer. Once activated, it can control these skeleton soldiers to automatically fire their guns.

Otherwise, if you simply expect these soldiers to manipulate the skeletons using only gloves, they won't be able to perform such delicate movements.

All they can do is control the skeletons to run around or perform some simple attacks.

In the hands of this skeleton army, each skeleton soldier held two oddly shaped pistols.

Strictly speaking, this thing looks so rudimentary that it doesn't even resemble a traditional handgun. It looks more like a tube and a few metal plates stuck together with a few bullets inserted.

If Andrei saw these unusual pistols, he would definitely think of the Sten submachine gun.

The British Sten submachine gun used in World War II was a typical example of simplicity and crudeness. Its extremely rough technology resulted in a low cost, even cheaper than a revolver!
Compared to the Sten submachine gun, which at least had some consideration for ergonomics, the weapons in the hands of these skeleton soldiers simply retained the most basic structure of firearms; they didn't care about anything except firing!

This device was named the People's Pistol Type 1 by the Black Hawk Empire, and was originally planned to be used to arm all civilians during the most dangerous moments of the war.

However, as the war progressed with unexpectedly smooth progress, coupled with the fact that this thing was too crude and rudimentary, with a very high probability of barrel explosion and jamming, no one was willing to use this weapon.

It was thought that this kind of weapon could only be thrown into the trash heap or appear in the lockers of some collectors, but the necromancer had a flash of inspiration and installed this thing on the skeleton's hand.

Anyway, for the skeletons, using these disposable pistols is quite good; at least they have some ranged attack capability.

Ergonomics and the possibility of barrel explosions are irrelevant for skeleton soldiers. All they need to consider is being able to pull the trigger!

Under the slow command of the undead soldiers from behind, despite some difficulties and even the fact that several skeletons fell into the river, the skeleton army successfully crossed the river.

The next moment, as the necromancer blew the charge whistle, 20 undead soldiers, controlled by gloves, led more than 2000 skeleton soldiers toward the distant town.

Behind these skeleton soldiers were several wobbly mechs and a group of Black Hawk soldiers with varying expressions, many of them showing disgust.

Standing atop the church bell tower, looking out at Lieutenant Colonel Uneré in the distance and the skeleton soldiers running towards them, I unconsciously gripped the binoculars tightly, the veins on the back of my hands bulging.

"Sukabule! These Black Hawk demons all deserve to go to hell!"

"Don't let me catch these maggots in the cesspool, or I'll skin them alive! If even one of them dies, it'll be a disservice to my hunting skills from my youth!"

　I recommend a new fantasy book by a friend.
　　

(End of this chapter)