Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

The magic-powered cannon live-fire shooting training that everyone had been thinking about was soon arranged.

However, the training ground was moved from the military camp to the east bank of the Icefield River, on an open river beach outside the newly built garrison corps fortress.

Standing on the artillery cart pulled by the alchemical camel beast, the mountain cat followed the artillery battalion team and slowly drove across the brand-new and spacious Icefield River Bridge. He could vaguely see that on the fertile black soil that had just been opened up on the other side, there were still many large agricultural alchemical beasts busy plowing back and forth.

Fortunately, when the garrison corps was formed, although he signed up, he was not selected - because the family population was too small and did not meet the selection requirements of moving to the east coast, but it was a blessing in disguise that he had the opportunity to join the artillery battalion with better welfare benefits.

There were people riding bicycles back and forth on the bridge. When they passed by, they couldn't help but stop their cars to stop and watch, curiously looking at the four-wheeled artillery cart covered with waterproof tarpaulin.

The six artillery teams were quickly brought to the riverbank. After a short wait, a huge metal sailless ship came to the downstream dock. This was the steel icebreaker that traveled back and forth between the territory and the valley outpost all day long. It was said that it was powered by magic and could travel quickly on the river with a thin layer of ice without sails.

The icebreaker slowly passed through the river in front of them. The crew on the ship waved to them and threw some strange things into the river.

"Boss, what are they doing? Aren't icebreakers responsible for transporting soldiers and supplies to and from the outpost? Why are they casting nets upstream today?"

Lynx was a desert refugee with excellent eyesight. He squinted his eyes and looked for a while before he realized that the other party was not casting fishing nets, but throwing a giant red buoy into the river at intervals.

Commander Pierce also spoke at the right time and revealed the content of today's live-fire shooting training.

Their artillery targets were the buoy targets that were anchored and floating in the middle of the river. The riverbank where the artillery battalion was now located was about 800 meters away from the center of the river.

This was a distance that the cannon could not reach with a flat shot. It was necessary to use an elevation angle to hit the target.

"Sir, this is to test our accuracy..." Lynx came to his senses and understood the main purpose of today's live-fire training.

The enemy would not stay still like these targets and wait for them to fire. Once they entered a real battle, they must learn to flexibly use the firing angle to accurately smash each precious magic energy shell into the dense enemy pile, striving to achieve the greatest killing effect - magic energy shells are expensive, so the opportunity for live-fire shooting training is precious.

The process of setting up the gun position and loading the shells was practiced by every member of the artillery group, to the point where they could not make mistakes even with their eyes closed, so Commander Pierce quickly named the first artillery group where Bobcat was to test fire first.

Bobcat skillfully took out the shooting scale and inserted it into the rear sight of the gun barrel. He squinted one eye and looked out from the shooting hole on the scale. He quickly shook the joystick on the gun carriage to adjust the muzzle angle until the red buoy in the middle of the river was inserted into the center of the shooting hole.

He felt a lot of slippery sweat on his palms, and the joystick was slightly slippery. He quickly rubbed it on his uniform without leaving a trace, then looked at the other members of his gun group and nodded to show that they were ready.

"The shells are loaded!"

"Aim and position!"

"The safety is on!"

"Fire and position!"

With the commander's order, Bobcat pulled the firing lever of the cannon hard.

A low humming sound suddenly came out...

The muzzle sprayed a stream of hot air at high speed, and the shells, whose trajectory was difficult for the naked eye to capture, flew towards the river like lightning.

With a loud bang, a two or three-meter-high splash of water rose to the left side of the red buoy. From a distance, it looked like the river surface suddenly boiled up. Then a piece of the pointed top of the buoy suddenly disappeared, as if it was cut horizontally by something.

Commander Pierce's vision was several times better than that of ordinary soldiers. He coldly reported the final result of the live-fire shooting: "The error of the artillery landing point was three meters, and the energy beam of the shell slightly affected the shooting target. The training evaluation... failed!"

Afterwards, each artillery group completed a round of shooting training in turn. Only one group got a qualified score by chance, but it did not completely hit the buoy itself, but fell within a meter range on its side. It was blown out of the water by the energy impact of the explosion, and it was shaken to pieces.

When it was the turn of the Lynx gun crew again, the two alchemy apprentices who were with the team came forward and replaced a new set of shooting scales for them. Lynx took it in his hand and looked at it carefully, and found that many half-value scale symbols were added to the original integer scale of the scale.

From the original 500...600...700..., it became 550...600...650.

Although I don't understand why, I can't go wrong if I follow the instructions of my superiors. As Commander Pierce shouted "Firing angle 850!", Lynx quickly shook the muzzle lever and put the red buoy back into the designated shooting hole.

Another shot was fired, and this time it hit the red buoy floating in the river steadily, almost instantly blowing it to pieces, without even a large piece of debris left.

Another round of shooting training, this time, except for a group of unlucky guys, all other artillery groups received qualified evaluations.

Lynx also gradually figured out the principle of aiming and hitting the target - the greater the angle of the muzzle, the farther the shooting distance, and the smaller the number spacing on the shooting scale, the higher the hit probability that can be adjusted.

No mistakes, one sentence, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

Looking at the ammunition box full of twelve magic energy shells at his feet, two shell grids that had just been consumed were vacated, and Lynx felt excited and painful.

He had heard the private complaints of the logistics officers who delivered shells to them. It is said that every time such a magic energy shell is made, it takes enough liquid magic energy for an off-road magic motorcycle to travel at high speed for half a day. If converted into gold yuan, the value may be as high as more than one thousand gold yuan.

This means that every time this group of people shoots a shell, they will consume the equivalent of their salary for more than half a year, which makes Lynx feel trembling and treading on thin ice.

...

Harvey sat in the study, looking at the report of the live-fire shooting training sent by Pierce, and couldn't help sighing with pain.

Twenty-four magic energy shells were consumed in one shooting training. The military factory and alchemy laboratory worked overtime to rush production in the past few days, but only produced less than 300 shells. If there are a few more exercises, the ammunition reserves will be in urgent need.

The hundreds of boxes of extremely cold black iron sent by the Federation were used to cast a total of 20 magic-powered cannons, because the process of integral casting and then dissolving the one-piece gun barrel with alchemical agents itself will consume and waste a lot of materials.

"Developing the military industry is indeed the most expensive business in the world..."

To achieve the terrifying war effect of the magic version of artillery fire washing the ground, Harvey and the pioneers still have a long way to go.