I have a wizarding world

The Silver Knight Legion: rows upon rows of soldiers, clad in silver full-body armor, riding warhorses, their heads and bodies also covered in silver armor.

The only sound from the entire formation was the clatter of hooves; it was as if even the warhorses were holding their breath.

An elite force!

Any knowledgeable military man would give such an assessment upon seeing this army.

And the Silver Knight Legion certainly lived up to that assessment.

Klaire rode in an accompanying carriage, choosing to personally oversee this invasion that was all but guaranteed to succeed.

Inside the carriage.

The carriage's interior was luxuriously decorated. A rug made from the fur of fluffy lightning mink covered the floor. Klaire leaned languidly against the carriage wall, embracing a beautiful woman, inhaling her fragrant scent, and sampling the fine wine offered to his lips, his expression relaxed.

"Kelly, do you think Mcaus is cowering in his castle right now, trembling?"

Klaire seemed to be talking to himself, but also asking the beautiful woman beside him.

The maid named Kelly trembled involuntarily upon hearing Klaire's words, and whispered:

"Yes, Viscount."

This woman named Kelly had extremely smooth, light green hair, from which two pointed ears peeked out.

Like Ellie Sophie, she was a half-elf slave.

Klaire seemed displeased by Kelly's trembling voice, and suddenly grabbed her neck, lifting her up, and snarled:

"What? You bitch, are you still thinking about your lover? Too bad, I've already buried him in the ground to become fertilizer!"

As he spoke, Klaire let out a perverted laugh.

Kelly's body trembled even more violently upon hearing the laughter.

Seeing her like this, Klaire felt a surge of anger, grabbed her hair fiercely, and pressed her head into his crotch.

"Suck it well, bitch."

After saying that, he watched Kelly's delicate body rising and falling, a look of enjoyment on his face.

The Silver Knight Legion outside the carriage was completely unaware of their lord's actions, and continued to advance towards their intended target.

Ten kilometers north of New Moon City.

This place had become the clone troopers' defensive position.

Clone troopers moved back and forth across the position.

Facing this cold weapon army from another world, the clone troopers adopted a line formation.

Speaking of line formations, one must mention a famous formation from Earth: the three-rank volley.

Also known as 'firing squad'.

Of course, with the gauss rifles in the clone troopers' hands, there was naturally no shortage of firepower, so there was no need for a three-rank volley.

They simply lined up in a long row to maximize the firepower of their gauss rifles.

To be honest, if the clone troopers were armed with modern rifles, this might actually allow the Silver Knight Legion to break through the defenses.

Because over half of the soldiers in the Silver Knight Legion were squire-level superhumans. With the firepower of modern rifles, it really wouldn't be enough to stop this army's advance.

But the clone troopers' weapons were the strongest firearms currently on Earth: gauss rifles.

This war was doomed before it even began.

The Silver Knight Legion, without the assistance of wizards or large war machines, would face an inhumane massacre.

"Report to the supreme commander, the troops are assembled and ready for your orders!"

Fang Cheng and A003 and the others stood in the command center, hearing the voice from the radio.

Through the holographic projection, the Silver Knight Legion was reduced to a projection, clearly presented before everyone.

Fang Cheng looked at the Silver Knight Legion's neat formation, a grim expression on his face.

"Open fire at will!"

With the order, the clone troopers on the front lines pulled their triggers.

This was an unequal battle! No! It should be said that this was a complete massacre!

Buzz!!!!

With the volley of gauss rifles, a strange sound echoed across the battlefield. Unlike ordinary gunpowder bullets, gauss rifles didn't have a loud bang.

But the consequences were countless times more terrifying than gunpowder bullets.

Two kilometers away.

The advancing Silver Knight Legion was like a cream cake placed on a table, cut into pieces by countless thin lines.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In mid-air, knights, along with their horses, exploded into balls of blood mist. They didn't even realize what was happening, and lost their lives inexplicably, without even seeing the enemy.

"Ah!"

"What's going on?"

"Help!"

"Oh my god..."

Haer was the commander of the Silver Knight Legion, and now he was stunned by the scene before him.

It wasn't until the blood of his personal guard splattered on his face that he came to his senses.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat..."

Before he could finish shouting, his chest was struck by a bullet, and the enormous kinetic energy blasted a fist-sized hole in his chest, with minced meat and blood flowing from the hole.

Haer looked down at his chest, and then his eyes went black.

Thud!

Haer's body fell off his horse, and the entire army became even more chaotic.

In fact, without Haer's order, almost as soon as the Silver Knight Legion suffered a fatal blow.

The soldiers scrambled to escape.

But they didn't know that it was futile.

As the first electromagnetic rifle on Earth, the gauss rifle had a range of up to 10km, which is 10 kilometers.

In other words, these soldiers needed to retreat 8 kilometers under the clone troopers' firepower. It would be better to charge up and fight the clone troopers to the death.

However, with the clone troopers' powerful firepower, both advancing and retreating meant certain death.

Among the Silver Knight Legion, some official knights relied on their superhuman physical qualities, desperately trying to dodge, but under this saturated firepower coverage.

Apart from resisting, there was no way to dodge.

Klaire shuddered in fear the moment he heard the screams outside the carriage, and his lower body immediately went limp.

It wasn't that Klaire was timid. In fact, as the leading lord in all the surrounding territories, Klaire could be considered a hero. It was just that the screams outside the carriage were too miserable.

Klaire wasn't a greenhorn who had just arrived on the battlefield. Back then, he had even responded to the empire's call and sent troops to fight against the Black Obsidian Empire.

But even in that kind of battlefield where both armies deployed more than a million troops, his own army had never made such desperate roars.

This kind of scream was like a cry falling into the abyss, revealing a bone-deep terror.

In less than a quarter of an hour.

The screams outside the carriage stopped.

Klaire recovered from his fear, pushed the half-elf Kelly beside him, and tremblingly opened the carriage window.

He was stunned!

Or rather, scared silly!

What a tragic scene it was outside the carriage, Klaire couldn't find a suitable adjective from his limited vocabulary.

The Silver Knight Legion, no! Now to be precise, this army no longer existed. Outside was a meat grinder that had slaughtered thousands of people, like grinding thousands of people bit by bit with a millstone, and then evenly sprinkling them on the earth.

Perhaps this description can slightly show the tragic nature of the battlefield, no, the slaughterhouse.