Although they had the Machine Soul's assistance, self-propelled artillery still suffered an alarmingly high failure rate on the battlefield.
Each self-propelled artillery piece contained countless precision components and required two thousand man-hours to manufacture, yet a single hit from enemy artillery meant it needed major repairs.
Sometimes, the enemy did not even need to penetrate the armor; the violent vibrations alone were enough to render the war machine inoperable.
And if these costly war machines broke down on a large scale—
"That's only one part of the problem. We have another major concern." Isabella lightly tapped Rhine. "War fortresses."
"You mean those moving bunkers?" Nora looked somewhat uneasy. She truly could not imagine what a moving bunker would look like.
"That's right. Galahad and I saw one with our own eyes. Those things are our real enemy."
Nora had read the intelligence Isabella had shared. Aside from their astonishing size, those war fortresses possessed extremely overwhelming firepower.
Steam Tanks looked like toys in front of them.
Though there had been no record of direct engagements, the prevailing opinion on Castel's side was that self-propelled artillery would struggle to contend with them head-on.
"But there's no need to worry too much. Those war fortresses may be terrifyingly powerful, and their armor looks extremely thick, but they are not very fast. Most importantly, given their weight and size, their logistical support must be a nightmare."
"Still, I have no intention of just sitting around and taking hits."
As Isabella spoke, she seemed to recall something. She looked Nora up and down, then turned toward Galahad.
Galahad froze for a moment. Then his eyes gradually lit up, and he nodded at her.
While Nora was still feeling confused, Galahad suddenly said, "I'm planning to form a separate special squad that will use the