Reynolds looked toward Brian in the distance. The fourth-order warrior was thumping his chest, spittle flying as he bragged about how many demons he had rammed to death while pushing a tank today.
"A third-order warrior can push a Mengshi machine-gun vehicle all over the place."
"A fourth-order knight can push a tank at incredible speed!"
Reynolds raised a finger and admiringly summed up this great discovery:
"As Great Xia would put it, what we consume per hundred kilometers is no longer expensive diesel that costs us a fortune, but a few loaves of toasted bread and a pot of water!"
"That's far more economical than diesel that burns through gold coins!"
Reynolds's eyes grew brighter and brighter. He seemed to see a whole new, broad road to victory.
"Put all sorts of blessings and shields on tanks and infantry fighting vehicles, with priests and clerics inside operating the steering and weapons, and applying shields and blessings."
"Then have a high-ranking knight provide propulsion from behind. It's simply the perfect combination!"
"Mounts get hurt and feel pain, but these big things don't. And we can put all sorts of enchantments on them. Fantastic!"
"An unstoppable, tireless mobile fortress!"
Kane nodded repeatedly as he listened, his excitement plain on his face, as though he could already picture that wonderful scene.
He immediately said:
"Exactly! We must petition His Majesty to buy more equipment from Great Xia!"
"The more, the better!"
"And we can stop buying fuel and spend the entire budget on the weapons themselves!"
Reynolds nodded excitedly.
"Yes, sir!"
Kane clapped him hard on the shoulder.
"That's what we'll do!"
"Reynolds, draft a report immediately!"
"We'll report this great tactical innovation to His Majesty the Pope at once!"
The Holy Human Race's battle had achieved good results, and the