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Chapter 78 - 78 61 This is War

78: Chapter 61 This is War 78: Chapter 61 This is War Star Nine Forms, this sword technique was simply a nightmare.

Whether for those who faced it in battle or those who attempted to learn it.

Peggy only remembered the words Aske had said at the beginning, “Star Nine Forms is a sword technique that reaches the pinnacle of calculation and change.”

“Every weapon has its own circle.

The inner radius from the shoulder to the hilt can draw an inner circle; from the shoulder to the farthest end of the weapon as the outer radius, one can draw an outer circle.”

“The connecting line between the inner circle and the outer circle is the edge of your weapon.”

“What Star Nine Forms’ Sharp-breaking studies is how to use calculations to dodge or block an enemy’s edge while pressing your edge against the enemy’s body.”

“The inner circle is a circle with a variable inner radius, which changes with the rotation of your shoulders, elbows, and wrists.”

“Establish a polar coordinate system with yourself at the center, each joint has three parameters, namely horizontal deflection angle, vertical deflection angle, and arm length…”

After that, Peggy couldn’t understand anymore.

She only remembered terms like “coordinates,” “arc length,” and “mental arithmetic” buzzing in her mind, almost causing her head to explode.

“Hmm, how do you calculate this inner radius?” Eleanor was also not strong in this regard, futilely poking around on the ground with a stick, “Do you just add them directly?”

Nora watched her curiously as she drew and wrote on the ground.

As a healer by profession, she originally had little interest in so-called Extraordinary Swordsmanship, but that was another matter when it came to an academic problem.

After looking at the geometric figures on the ground for a while, Nora spoke up:

“Assume the forearm is length x, with a horizontal deflection angle of a; the upper arm is length y, with a horizontal deflection angle of b.”

“Then, the final inner radius length z equals the square root of a squared plus b squared minus 2*a*b*cos(180-a-b), and the horizontal deflection angle equals 90 minus arcsin(y/z*sin(180-a-c)).”

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“Nora,” she said hesitantly and a little ashamedly, “is my brain not fully developed…”

“It’s just the cosine rule and sine rule.” Nora said, “You just don’t know them because you haven’t learned them, it’s not a problem with your brain.”

“Why do I have to know math to learn a sword technique!” Eleanor cried with tears streaming down her face.

“Aske,” Nora turned to ask Aske, “this theory of yours…

unless one was a Temple Knight with a built-in calculation chip, it’s impossible for an average person to calculate all this in battle, right?”

“Of course, they can’t calculate it,” Aske answered, “but they can estimate it ah, practice makes perfect.”

……

The Galata Bridge in Constantinople had collapsed.

Due to the capture of the opposite side of Golden Horn Bay by the Franks, the unfavorable position of the East Solomon Empire quickly manifested itself.

The majority of the industrial zones were located across Golden Horn Bay, causing Constantinople to immediately lose most of its production lines for munitions and ammunition.

In terms of physical power, the Franks also had greater strength.

Both the Holy Solomon Empire and the West Frank Kingdom were agricultural nations that had not yet completed preliminary industrialization, vast territories remained untamed natural fields, a paradise for Extraordinary Creatures to thrive and multiply.

The Frankish military nobles had the habit of hunting Extraordinary Creatures in autumn, and therefore, their bodies were constantly filled with an abundance of Extraordinary Power.

Due to the Church Court forbidding followers to take Magic Potions, these Frank Knights, although all at lv0, had physical strength through long-term military training that could almost compare with a regular lv4.

Bullets could penetrate their armor, but not kill them instantly.

As long as they weren’t shot in the heart or head, these Frank Knights, even if they got hit by a burst of gunfire, could still charge forward bathed in blood.

In contrast, as an Empire that had already completed industrialization early on, most of the soldiers of the East Solomon Empire hadn’t even seen an Extraordinary Creature in their entire lives, their frail bodies nearly unable to withstand a strike from a Frank Knight.

Therefore, during the defense of Galata Bridge, the Constantinople defense forces mostly used full-force gunfire to stem the Frank Knights’ charge with a torrent of steel.

Due to the weak ammunition supply, this method of fighting soon became unsustainable, and by six o’clock in the morning, they withdrew from the Galata Bridge.

Following that, Constantinople began emergency mobilization of mercenaries, with the Royal Shield Guard Norman mercenaries taking the lead, starting street fighting with the Frank Knights who had broken into the main city area.

Although Aske and his companions had reaped great gains from the Duel Arena event, they were still in Constantinople, and it was not suitable to flagrantly change weapons.

Upon arriving at the Mercenary Guild, they saw that all tasks had been removed from the big screen, replaced with tasks to counter the Frankish invaders, posted by the Imperial Army.

“It’s time for you to experience what war is like,” Aske said, “Different from clearing instances, the spawning of enemies in war is completely chaotic, there’s no distinction between minions and BOSSes, and even the loot is almost non-existent.”

“The only benefit is that killing in war allows you to plunder a large amount of Extraordinary Power from the enemies, thereby rapidly enhancing your attributes.”

The girls all seemed nervous upon hearing this, only Sigrdrifa, the war fanatic, was overjoyed, urging on:

“Then what are we waiting for, let’s go chop some people up!”

“Slow down,” Aske tapped on the counter, asking, “Where is the battle most intense now?”

“The Franks have already crossed the Galata Bridge, destroying the Therangia Gate and the St.

George’s Gate.” The receptionist at the Guild, now replaced with a military clerk, said mechanically and quickly:

“In the northeast of District 7, the Shield Guard is defending St.

Eirene Church, preventing them from advancing toward the Great Palace.

You can go there.”

“Then we’ll go there,” Aske said, “What’s the fastest route?”

“Take the military service M2 line, get off at Zeugma Station, and then head east,” the military clerk replied.

“Can we get some support with radio resources?” Aske asked.

The military clerk glanced at him with surprise, as if not expecting this mercenary to understand command, and pointed to the opposite supply officer, saying:

“Military radio communication equipment, go get a portable base station from across there, along with a dozen walkie-talkies, and that should do it.”

So Aske went to collect the radio equipment, handing walkie-talkies out to the girls.

“Don’t need my mind communication anymore?” Medea asked.

“After Eleanor puts on the Magic Copper Armor, your mind communication won’t be able to penetrate it, so how will we communicate on the battlefield?” Aske replied, “Let’s use both military radios and mind communication.”

Everyone accordingly put on their headsets, and after Nora adjusted the portable base station, Aske’s crackling voice came through:

“Listen up, we’re going to employ the team combat code now, everyone must strictly follow orders and keep the channels clear.”

“Each command given must be executed immediately.

Understand?”

“Understood,” the girls responded in their radios one after another.

“Let’s go,” Aske said.

The group exited the subway station only to see tables and chairs in the waiting hall pushed aside violently, with various military-green boxes of all sizes stacking up half of the hall.

Merenaries stood in line waiting for a special train, while a few Imperial soldiers directed the queue roughly:

“Next train’s here!

Board now!

Go!

Go!

Go!”

As the train doors opened, mercenaries rushed on in a surge.

Aske and his companions also hurried to get on, jam-packing the train car.

The subway started moving again, leaving only the heavy panting and the odor of sweat in the car, making the girls frown uncomfortably.

Since there were no stops in between, the train soon arrived at Zeugma Station.

Mercenaries disembarked in disarray to find that the end of the subway tunnel had been blocked by military barricades, and machine guns had been mounted—the tunnel led to the Galata Peninsula across Golden Horn Bay, now occupied by the enemy.

Back on the surface, the mercenaries scattered in all directions to find their counterparts.

While the main forces chose to advance eastward along the road, Aske led his girls south, toward the direction of the Third Hill, by a circuitous route.

“First, secure the high ground,” he said.

The Third Hill was a slightly elevated hillock, with houses and apartment buildings along its slope.

Now, flames and black smoke could be seen rising from the upper floors of several buildings.

They moved up along the paved stone path, only to find in the middle of the road the body of a child.

The small child lay on the ground, probably only three or four years old, with dark, curly hair stained by mud and grime.

Lying next to the child was the body of her mother, with hands reaching out in the direction of the child’s body.

Blood traces extended over five or six meters, showing clear drag marks.

Clearly, in her dying moments, the mother had crawled for five or six meters in a pool of her own blood, only to die before reaching her child’s tiny body.

Eleanor was the most struck by this tragic scene; her deep blue eyes widened, filled with disbelief and shock.

Putting down her long spear and shield, she picked up the child’s body.

Her voice caught in her throat; she wasn’t sure what to say.

The child’s body in her arms, eyes closed, momentarily gave her the illusion that this little angel was just sleeping.

However, the warmth and stickiness quickly stung her hands, pulling her back to the cruel reality.

“Aske,” Nora said in a panic, hiding behind him and gripping his arm, trembling, “This is…

such atrocity…”

“This is war,” Aske replied.

Eleanor held the child’s body up to her mother’s, gently turning her over.

Then they noticed the mother’s skirt had been brutally torn open, and a sticky pool of dark blood lay between her legs.

After placing the child’s body in its mother’s arms, Eleanor took out the cotton cloth used to wrap her spear and covered the lower half of the mother’s body, then turned back and said:

“Aske, let’s bury them.”

Aske sighed and said, “Bury them.”

Sigrdrifa went to a flowerbed by the road, and with her battle axe, quickly dug a deep hole, and together with Eleanor, they laid the two bodies in the hole, then refilled it with soil.

“Though the souls of non-combatants cannot ascend to Valhalla,” Sigrdrifa said, “cowards who kill innocent women and children willy-nilly will surely plummet into the Abyss of Hel, to suffer eternal torment in the cold and darkness.”

“Let’s move,” Eleanor said slowly, “Don’t wait for a judgement after death.”

“I want to see the result now.” She picked up her long spear and shield from the ground, looking toward the top of the hill.