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The Imperial Giant Cannon, this thing has terrible power and huge weight.

The Empire rarely used this thing as field artillery, but fixed it on city walls or ports to assist in defense.

Occasionally, they would go out into battle with giant cannons, each of which required two horses and 12 artillerymen to operate.

Of course, there were also top students from the Nunn Gunnery Academy among them, after all, an illiterate person couldn't calibrate a cannon or aim at a target.

The Holy Grail Knight was waiting alone for the fuse to burn, and he had already calculated the lead time.

The goddess may bless you, but the only thing that can truly improve the hit rate of artillery shells is calculus in mathematics.

God can lie, lords can lie, but mathematics cannot. If you can’t lie in mathematics, you can’t lie. If you can lie in mathematics, you can lie.

Windlow, who was at the rear of the battlefield, was certainly able to model the parabola of the shell based on the position of the muzzle.

After some calculations, he was surprised to find that the parabola of the cannonball calculated by the Holy Grail Knight was completely correct.

A shell was fired from the muzzle of the giant cannon. The recoil caused by the huge initial velocity even made the Holy Grail Knight's body tremble slightly.

The cannonball drew a graceful arc in the air and shot straight towards the location of the plunderer chief.

Cannon fire at a single cavalry lord? Are you kidding me? Hitting a highly mobile cavalry lord is simply impossible!

Nothing is impossible for the Holy Grail Knight.

After the cannon sounded, the plunderer chieftain felt nothing. The horse under him was startled and turned its head to look back. Only its master's two legs were left hanging behind him.

The rest of the body parts were completely shattered by the shells and scattered on the ground, making it impossible to tell what organs they were.

The scorching shells still flew for dozens of meters after smashing the plunderer chieftain, and still emitted scorching hot steam when they fell to the ground.

Seeing their chief in such a miserable state, the remaining Norsemen fell into fear and horror.

But if we retreat now, and the news that so many of our people were defeated by one guy gets back to the Norse Peninsula, how can we continue to live in our hometown?

There is only one way at the moment, and that is to launch a charge, use the charge to restore morale, and use the charge to overcome fear.

"I knew I couldn't defeat them by simply killing the generals."

The Grail Knight muttered to himself, lowering the giant cannon on his shoulder.

Although this thing is extremely powerful and indestructible, the time it takes to reload is too long.

A team of 12 people needs a full 25 seconds to complete the reloading.

If it is left to the Holy Grail Knight alone, he will have to clean the barrel, load the gunpowder, carry the shells, compact the shells, insert the fuse, aim at the enemy, and calculate the angle.

After completing a series of tasks, even a Holy Grail Knight would have to wait 40 seconds to reload.

By that time, the enemy will have already come to kill you, leaving no room for evasion.

Perhaps the time has come, and now it is time to use Bretonnia's ultimate killing weapon.

I didn't want to use these things in front of Windlow. They are still in the testing phase, and I developed them alone, so it is inevitable that there will be some jokes.

But the number of enemies, never mind, just treat it as actual combat training, and by the way, it can also allow Windlow to see if there is any direction for improvement.

The Grail Knight reached for his saddle and pulled out...

"The ultimate killing weapon of Bretonnia, the handheld God-blessing Field Catapult fragmentation projectile."

There were black spheres, each one was bigger than Windlow’s head.

Looking at the thick steel shell, ordinary people probably won’t be able to lift it easily.

But in the hands of the powerful Holy Grail Knight, it was as light as an ordinary stone. He could hold it with one hand, and then spin his body and throw it out with great force.

After killing three Norscans, the handheld Divine Field Catapult's fragmentation projectile finally exploded.

The violent impact immediately knocked down all the Norsemen within a few meters around, and the power was like an Imperial mortar exploding in the center of the crowd.

The Norsemen are no joke; living in the cold north, they have stronger resistance and damage tolerance than the people of the south.

Many people who were far away from the center of the explosion, even though their bodies were covered with various shrapnel, still picked up their axes and tried to charge forward.

Because the Norsemen knew that the Southerners' artillery had great damage, but it took a very long time to reload.

All they had to do was charge while they were reloading their ammunition to smash the Southerners' lines and massacre their artillery.

But this time their habits were wrong, because what they were facing was not the powerless Imperial artillery, but a Bretonnian Holy Grail Knight armed to the teeth.

And this so-called handheld divine field catapult fragmentation projectile does not seem to require any so-called loading time.

The Holy Grail Knight can light the fuse and throw it out directly, and it will explode only after killing a few Norscans.

The violent impact force can easily destroy the surface steel of the projectile, and the broken steel will be sprayed everywhere under the huge impact force.

Unless you can lie on the ground, you will either be killed by the explosion or have your body pierced by the flying debris.

Even if the weapon is lucky enough not to penetrate the body and just causes a few scratches, unless one is a follower of Nurgle, he or she will die from wound infection.

"Goddess, please grant me unparalleled throwing speed."

At this moment, the Holy Grail Knight seemed to have drunk some potion, and he continuously threw out fragments of the handheld Divine Field Catapult with the fuse lit, one after another.

In less than a quarter of an hour, all the experimental projectiles were thrown out.

The Holy Grail Knight’s mount, the Golden Ship, can also breathe a sigh of relief.

Faced with the Norse army that had been bombed to pieces, the Holy Grail Knights knew that now was the final moment for the cleanup.

He jumped on his horse, drew his sword and shield, thought for a moment, put away the shield and sword, and took out the spear from behind and held it in his hand.

Lift it up on your shoulder and aim at the fleeing Norscans through the crosshairs.

Every knight has been learning how to fight on horseback since birth. They can easily overcome the bumps on horseback and the discomfort caused by various acceleration and deceleration.

Even when driving at high speed, a Grail Knight could pick up a musket and blow a Norseman's head off at a distance of a hundred steps.

It is even possible to easily complete difficult operations such as reloading a musket on a bumpy horse.

Now, in a small northern port in the entire Ost Territory, a scene that has not been seen in thousands of years is taking place.

"Riding and shooting."