For the magicians who belong to the army, creating more powerful techniques has always been a priority, and this topic has become even more urgent after the popularization of weapons such as guns and cannons that are powerful enough and sufficient in quantity, and ordinary people who do not know magic can quickly get started after training.

Especially for the operation system magician, the operation system is not like the enhancement system and the change system can create a visible destructive effect, and the control of other people's minds and bodies is an extremely complex and delicate work, after all, compared to natural phenomena and their own bodies, the human spiritual realm is full of too many uncertain fields, so the requirements for the magician's essence are higher.

Take the "worm" that can control the corpse to fight as an example, this technique can quickly create a team of zombie soldiers who are almost immortal, and can add a large number of companions on the battlefield, but the worm itself that acts as a fake brain has limited intelligence, and it is actually the magician himself who controls the movements and tactics of the corpse. In order to properly guide these corpse dolls, the caster must be in a position where they can confirm the posture of friend and foe with the naked eye, and strictly control the number of zombies to avoid the risk of insufficient consciousness redundancy or even collapse caused by a large number of value-added zombies.

As a result, this technique does not allow the caster to hide in the safety of the rear to avoid being attacked, and it is also difficult to form a sufficient number to break through the enemy formation, except for being used against a small number of enemy forces, which has little actual combat significance.

Other similar procedures have similar drawbacks: low self-discipline efficiency, excessive consumption of consciousness capacity, and excessive demands on the operator. In the end, apart from torture and performing special tasks, the operation of the mage is almost useless.

As a high priest who is proficient in the operation of the system. Shuligin was unhappy with this, but when the appearance of guns and gunpowder had a huge impact on many magicians, he and his colleagues in the Principality's secret magic development agency, the Black Hundred, saw an opportunity to operate the system.

At first, they tried to develop a technique to lift the morale of the soldiers and improve the accuracy of their shots, but in the face of the faster practical use of methamphetamine, the slow development of the refreshing technique quickly failed. They then attempted to develop a suggestion technique that would turn captives into automatic firing devices until they died of exhaustion or were killed by their compatriots, and with some success: the captives with the technique implanted in their brains were able to form a neat queue. Shoot in a neat and orderly manner under the hail of bullets. The action is standard and fast, and even if the same action is performed for a long time, the rate of fire will not decrease due to fatigue, but there is a problem that hinders the practical application of this technique.

Hit rate, it's too low.

It doesn't matter if it's a smoothbore gun or a rifle. The bullets that fly out are almost always doing Brownian motion. There is almost no zài on the rake paper. The officer who participated in the real yàn described it as: "Aim at your head." But it can burst your eggs. ”

Of course, these puppet soldiers who don't have the concept of "aiming" in their minds are still a long way from being able to go to war.

For a moment, research seemed to have reached a dead end. Just when Shuligin was depressed about this, an unexpected visitor found him.

Special Representative of V.E in St. Petersburg, Walter Friedrich Schulenburg.

"Please don't look so surprised, Priestess. ”

So said the playboy, who has many rumors in St. Petersburg's social circles, has a smiling face like a little fox.

"We have also heard about the study of the Principality, and we are also aware of the technical difficulties encountered by Your Excellency. So—"

The little fox's face came up and invited in a head-tingling voice:

"Would you like to try working with us?"

After a while, the two hands clasped together.

This is the end of the memories, and the bitterness of the journey fades away, replaced by the excitement of the imminent success.

"Your Excellency. ”

A priest came forward to report.

"All 50 of them, they're all ready. ”

"Oh, that's good. ”

Shuligin turned his head and looked contentedly at his "masterpiece" - 50 human children standing there crying. They all looked different and spoke different languages, but they all stood still. The black-clothed priest tied two can-shaped objects to his body without any resistance, not even raising his hand to wipe away his tears.

It's a really weird situation.

From time to time, the New Army soldiers in the same trench hurried in this direction, distraught them with the cries of the children, and even more so by the strange behavior of the priests. Soon, though, the roar of the white-clad soldiers and the buckshot on the edge of the trench drew their attention again.

Shuligin pursed his lips contemptuously, the offending of the gray animals made him a little unhappy, but it was up to them to defend the principality. Moreover, after seeing his masterpiece, these stupid GIs will naturally understand their genius and greatness.

Looking at the "secret service members", Shuligin smiled contentedly.

The children in front of me are not even teenagers, most of them are children, and they seem innocent and harmless. But after implanting the "loop worm", it is no longer harmless.

Although this kind of magical creature obtained through guò "technical assistance" does not solve the problem of "intelligence" of traditional techniques, it has an advantage that other operating methods cannot match—this insect can parasitize the cervical spine while the subject is conscious, and replace the brain to control the body. Although it can only control the body to perform simple movements, for a bomb vehicle, as long as it can run, it is enough.

Fifty children lined up in the trenches, each with two sets of bombs codenamed "Heaven's Key" strapped to their bodies, a full 9 kilograms of explosives, plus thousands of nails and steel balls sandwiched between the explosives and the shell, will leave a lifelong memory for mankind.

Of course, as the creator of this tactic and related magic, the priest Shuligin will also leave a strong mark on history.

"I am a hero of the Principality, and I will go down in history. ”

He thought triumphantly, raised his hand, and waved it down vigorously.

The bomb fuses on the two operatives were ignited, and the priests began chanting incantations. The screaming child crawled out of the trench, and his uncontrolled body rushed towards the white wall at full speed.

Due to the height and the cover of the smoke, until the child rushed in front of him, the human soldiers did not understand what was happening, and some soldiers instinctively raised their guns to aim, but when they saw that it was a human child, their fingers froze.

A second later, a hell slammed into it with a thud.

"What's wrong?!"

Ensign Petor shouted loudly, after that loud bang. The entire battlefield came to a standstill. Both sides stopped shooting and shouting at the same time, and both sides stared in the direction of the black smoke. After a while, screams and screams spread across the battlefield.

"What's going on? Answer me quickly!"

The little lieutenant grabbed a soldier blocking his view and shouted loudly.

"Sir. Those long-haired mongrels ......"

The soldier's face turned pale. Wei's trembling fingers pointed at some of the soldiers in front of him who were covering their faces and screaming. After seeing the faces of the soldiers, the second lieutenant's face also turned white.

It's an iron nail.

Each of the wailing and rolling wounded had rusty, strangely shaped nails stuck in their faces, and there was more than one.

Further ahead. The situation was even more terrifying, as if being hit by a large-caliber shell, dozens of soldiers were lying on the ground, some were screaming or groaning, many more were motionless, as if they had been blessed by the Mother God, and many fragments that seemed to be part of the human body were scattered on the ground.

"Hell, what the hell did those eight kings use?"

The second lieutenant muttered, although he had also witnessed the explosion of large-caliber shells, but it was not as tragic as in front of him, so that even the woolly bear and his soldiers in the trench were stunned, and even forgot to shoot and charge, but if it wasn't shelling, then what was—

Just as he was thinking about it, a child's cry caught his attention.

"......Uhh Father...... Mom...... Help me......"

The dialect of the Crown of Despair penetrated the ears of the soldiers, inspiring them a noble desire for protection, but as they followed the sound and turned their heads, uncontrollable fear and anger dominated the brave men.

The boy was running towards them with all his might, strapped to him with two things that looked like canned luncheon meat, and green smoke was sneering......

Bomb!

The grenadiers immediately thought of the answer, and understood what had just happened, and almost immediately, they raised their rifles and aimed them at the boy, but the fingers that hooked the trigger could not be used against the childish and desperate face, listening to the familiar native voice.

"Shoot!"

Second Lieutenant Pei Duofei roared like blood, and shouted with all his strength:

"Do you want to die here?!"

The second lieutenant had fully understood the enemy's intentions: to use the manipulation technique to control the human child to launch a suicide attack, and take advantage of the gap in the soldiers' hesitation to let them rush into the formation and detonate it, so as to achieve the maximum lethal effect.

The Ensign wasn't a man who liked to kill, but now that he wanted to chop up the scum who had come up with such a nefarious tactic, he had no choice but to urge his soldiers to do something that they would regret for the rest of their lives.

"Shoot! Hurry up!"

The second lieutenant urged the soldiers, and the soldiers who came back to their senses put their immature faces into the crosshairs, gritted their teeth, and began to exert their fingers—

As it turned out, they underestimated their opponent's evil deeds.

Almost at the same moment as the soldiers were aiming, a row of dazzling flashes erupted from the Principality's position, and under the interference of the flash technique, most of the bullets missed, and only a few hit the target, with the wounded bodies and the last screams, the two children crashed headlong into the crowd, and then they exploded with a "boom".

Fear eroded the soul of every soldier, and as more children crawled out of the trenches, some of the soldiers finally broke down, and they turned and fled towards their positions, and in a few moments more soldiers joined them, followed by the officers who were still alive and joined the torrent of retreat.

They have only one thought in their minds, to escape from this hell as quickly as possible.

Adults burst out with all their might faster than a child with a bomb strapped to them, but no matter how fast they run, they can't run faster than a bullet.

"Shoot! Kill all the hairless monkeys!"

Principality officers brandished pistols, and the soldiers who had just woken up from a dream fired several volleys quickly, and the sound of a neat row of guns drowned out some of the sounds they did not want to hear.

After losing dozens of comrades again, the team finally broke away from the positions of the principality army, but this did not mean safety.

They just stepped from one hell to another.

"Keep attacking! In the name of the Mother Goddess and the King, warriors, bravely move forward and do not retreat! The Holy Motherland does not need cowards ......"

The Warlord Commander shouted at the top of his voice, and eventually, realizing that words were no longer able to stop the retreat, he turned his warning into reality.

"Fire!"

It was a frustrating errand for the Albiang soldiers who served as Warlords, but there was no hesitation in carrying it out.

Gunshots rang out one after another, looking at the dwindling white-clothed soldiers, Shuligin nodded with satisfaction, the attendant on the side handed over the plate, the silver spoon put the dessert into his mouth, and the victorious pudding spread on the tip of his tongue.

"Today is a good day to die. ”

The High Priest said with a relaxed expression. Zaitsev, who was on standby not far away, could no longer bear it any longer, turned around and vomited all the food in his stomach pouch. (To be continued......)