She changed Europe

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"It is because of our collaboration that I have become a defender of the truth, instead of becoming a clown like them."

"So since the other side is a clown, isn't it time for them to leave the stage?" Gisela's lips curled up slightly as he raised his hand in the air and made a fist gesture towards the Italian army in the distance.

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"Long live the Princess! Long live the Empire!" Shouts echoed across the sky above the imperial army, and the soldiers were more excited than ever before.

As Gisela finished her speech, the Imperial army erupted in thunderous cheers! Nothing is more inspiring than a rousing speech before battle.

"Prepare to attack." Gisela turned around, a hint of wickedness creeping into her smile. Without looking back, she walked back towards where her magical armor was parked, while the soldiers gazed at the noble princess with reverence until her figure completely disappeared into the crowd.

At 9:00 AM sharp, accompanied by the military band's songs, the Austrian army launched the first attack on the Italians. The battle began in a fairly standard fashion, with infantry assaults the initial stages.

The Italian army, too, did not adhere to a purely defensive posture, but instead opted for offense. This is not difficult to understand; they were arguably even more eager to attack than the Empire. After all, for the Italian army, lacking artillery, defense meant vulnerability to bombardment. Rather than cowering in a defensive position, the only viable option was to close the distance to the enemy, rendering their artillery ineffective.

"Ready!" the Imperial officers roared in hoarse, deep voices, and the soldiers stood in perfect unison, crouching down and using the sights on their Skoda 1869s to aim at the distant enemy.

Even in skirmish lines, stopping and firing in place while advancing remains an essential training course for armies of this era.

"Fire!" The crackling of gunfire echoed across the battlefield, and a row of neatly arranged white smoke rose simultaneously. The first shot at about 600 meters was a combat method clearly stipulated in the Imperial Army's manual. Its core was to fully utilize the effective firing range of one's own rifles, using as many attacks as possible to create a barrage, aiming to kill enemy soldiers while also inflicting a psychological blow on them.

After all, while weapons and equipment are not the dominant factor on the battlefield, their quality has a significant impact on morale. It's worth noting that although such simple tactics are explicitly included in the operational manual, their use is still decided by the commander. For example, Marshal Güle did not choose to use this tactic in order to increase the speed of the attack during the Battle of Anzio.

The charging Italians were struck down by oncoming bullets and fell one after another. Being hit by the enemy at a distance of 600 meters surprised the Italians, but this shock was only temporary. As their magical armor advanced, the halted infantry continued to advance.

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Chapter 355 The Fall of Saint Stephen's Crown: Capter 71 His Highness's Body Fat Percentage, Weight, and Height

At this moment, the Imperial soldier remained standing in place, easily pulling back the bolt to eject the spent cartridge, then loading a new bullet, and raising his rifle again. This action took less than 30 seconds, a significant improvement over the previous reload speed of more than a minute for the old rifle.

"Prepare!" The new command rang out again. This time, a deafening roar also erupted from the Imperial artillery positions behind them, countless cannons spewing flames, sending death's greeting towards the charging Italians.

Countless flying objects flashed by in my field of vision, accompanied by a hissing sound as they soared into the air and then plummeted down.

The dust kicked up by the explosion instantly blotted out the sun. Soldiers were thrown into the air by the shockwave. The green light from the impact on the magic armor and the green particles from the shattering shields danced across the battlefield. Shouts, screams, and wails were all mixed together, and limbs and severed bodies were scattered all over the ground.

The old-fashioned artillery is a thing of the past. The new-era artillery not only has larger calibers and more propellant in its shells, but also has a faster loading speed.

Of course, Garibaldi wouldn't understand that the perfect replacement of these new cannons was entirely due to her efforts. If she hadn't so brilliantly defeated Anzio's imperial army, that stubborn old emperor and those conservative nobles wouldn't have so easily spent money to buy these cannons.

Although the factory belongs to Gisela, he still needs to make a living; he's not running a charity. At most, he can offer a discount on the price.

While the Italian vanguard was being bombarded by artillery fire, the Imperial lightweight magic armor, already deployed on both flanks, launched a simultaneous attack on the enemy from both sides as planned. Gisela, the new toy, even gave it an incredibly cheesy name: "Assault Mechanical Cavalry."

Thus, the Italians' flank was also attacked, and Garibaldi had no choice but to further reduce his forces so that his magical armor could better protect his infantry.

Garibaldi, who originally didn't want to be a tortoise, was quietly turned into one by his opponent.

At this time, in the Italian military camp—

Garibaldi looked solemnly at the devastated battlefield and the soldiers who had been almost slaughtered. For the first time, she felt a sense of desperate helplessness. This was the closest she had ever come to success, but looking back, she realized how ridiculous her previous optimistic thoughts had been.

“You have one more chance.” VV slowly raised her head and looked up at the azure sky.

"Perhaps we can turn the tide on that battlefield."

"A contest between magic users?" Garibaldi looked up at the sky with a similar sense of感慨 (gan3kai3, a complex emotion encompassing both admiration and reflection).

"Then let's set off."

“With pleasure.” VV bowed gracefully to Garibaldi, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Also in the Austrian military camp—

"Your Highness, your 'Snow Fox' has undergone a further upgrade. Considering that your opponent seems to have the ability to attack from a distance, we have readjusted your diffusion cannon into a conventional magic energy cannon. As compensation, your magic energy shield has been strengthened to a certain extent compared to the original strength per unit of magic energy injected." A black-haired woman in a dark uniform and wearing black-rimmed glasses carefully explained the adjustments to Gisela's magic energy armor to her while directing other personnel to check the status of the magic energy armor.

"What's your name?" Gisela asked expressionlessly, staring at the intellectually beautiful woman before her. Of course, this wasn't because she was particularly interested in her; she was simply satisfying her curiosity.

“Zoe Paliologus.” The dark-haired woman in front of him pushed up her glasses and spoke slowly, looking at the data in her hand.

“Paliologos,” Gisela repeated the name softly, though due to the Greek-to-German translation issue, she was actually referring to Palaiologos.

"Your Highness, although I don't know what's wrong with you today, your body fat percentage, weight, and height have all changed significantly compared to yesterday." Unlike ordinary people, the body data of a magic user, such as weight, does not change easily, because the magic energy in their bodies will subtly adjust these data to the level that best suits their current physiological state.

You could call it growth, since Gisela isn't an adult, but have you ever seen someone grow taller and heavier overnight?

"Really? Well, it's nothing, isn't it?" Ji Zhoulin lowered her head and glanced at her chest, then looked up at the flat-chested woman in front of her.

"Yes, of course there's no problem, I'm just feeling a bit strange." Although Zoe had heard that Princess Gisela was always very friendly and easy to get along with, she couldn't detect any of the aloofness or subtle gaze from the person in front of her today, which suggested she was not easy to approach.

“Paliologus, it seems your ancestors came from Greece, right?”

“That’s right, it was Greece, but when she left there, it was still called the Roman Empire.” Zoe couldn’t help but feel a little sentimental when she thought about the past, but it was just a simple sentiment.

“Your Highness, your magical armor has been fully adjusted. May Saint Michael continue to favor you.” Before the two could exchange any more words, Zoe stepped aside and bowed to Gisela.

"Jeanne, are you ready?" Gisela tilted her head and glanced at Jeanne, who was already wearing her magic armor, before speaking to her.

"It's been ready for a while now." Jeanne nodded somewhat timidly. For some reason, Gisela could sense that Jeanne Alter's obedience today was a little too abnormal.

One interesting thing is that Jeanne was carrying a flag-spear painted with irises, but the emblem on her magic armor was a double-headed eagle. This comical scene seemed a bit eerie, but no one laughed.

"Then let's go." With that, Gisela propelled the flying device into the sky. Thus, above the Imperial military camp, soldiers on both sides could witness two high-speed flying objects appearing in their field of vision.

"It's Her Highness the Princess! And Lady Jeanne!" The imperial soldiers erupted in thunderous cheers.

Similarly, the Italians also fielded two magic users, one of whom was Gisela.

The two sides finally met in the sky.

“Long time no see, dear Miss Garibaldi.” Gisela looked at the brown-haired girl with a hint of provocation, after all, this was not the first time the two had met.

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Chapter 356 The Fall of Saint Stephen's Crown: Capter 72 Battle (Seeking Votes)

“You…” Unlike Gisela when they were together before, the person in front of her now gave her a feeling closer to that day when she risked her life.

The thought of that terrifying magical explosion made Garibaldi's hand tremble slightly as she gripped her weapon. If her opponent still had half of that day's fighting strength, she might not be able to put up a fight.

"What do you think, Miss Garibaldi?" Gisela asked the woman in front of her in a cool tone.

To be honest, she was still very grateful to the other party. After all, the other party had stirred up a mess in central and southern Italy, where the Habsburg family had little say, and a large number of nobles lost their land and fled to Austria. Most importantly, the other party used the most convenient way to remove Rudolf from this power struggle, which also prevented Gisela from having a direct confrontation with the old woman behind Rudolf.

Therefore, releasing Garibaldi was his wisest decision, and the system he built will fill the power vacuum in these regions in the future.

“Nice to meet you, Ms. VV. I am very happy to accept your proposal, but I would like to exclude the British. Is that too much to ask?” Gisela said deliberately, drawing out her words in a playful tone. In fact, her purpose was very simple: to sow discord between the two of them.

“Of course, Your Highness, there’s no problem. I only asked the British to provide some small insurance for our deal. Since you agreed so readily, there’s no need for such insurance.” Unfortunately, VV didn’t show any apprehension and answered Gisela as if everything was under control.

"If you abandon the British, will they forgive you so easily?"

"No! The British are not interested in a tiny, new Kingdom of Sicily. They simply don't want a power that threatens their Mediterranean to rise on the Apennine Peninsula. They will not offend me; on the contrary, they will try to please me. After all, they need to ensure that I do not side with the current largest power on the peninsula, your Austro-Hungarian Empire."

“Interesting. Since the outcome is already decided, do the two ladies really still want to fight?” Gisela raised her fingers and fiddled with the blue foxfire in her hand.

"Why not fight? If you want to destroy this revolution, then you must start with a battle between us." With that, VV accelerated and charged towards Gisela.

Jeanne leaped in front of Gisela, using her flagpole to block VV's dagger as it struck, the metal clashing with a crisp sound.

“A feeble attack.” Jeanne looked at VV with disdain, her golden eyes filled with contempt.

"Your Highness has acquired a rather nice little pet, but..." Using the inertia generated by the reaction force, VV gradually moved away from Jeanne. She gently snapped her fingers with her right hand, and instantly countless white orbs of light fell from the sky and crashed down on Jeanne.

Jeanne, who was prepared for this, skillfully deployed her shield to defend herself, but she was immediately engulfed in the smoke from the explosion.

"Don't let your guard down," Gisela reminded Jeanne. She didn't rush to attack because Jeanne's new magical armor enhanced her defense and weakened her offensive capabilities, making it arguably Gisela's strongest shield at the moment.

VV stared intently at the dissipating smoke, her expression no longer as composed as before.

Because Jeanne, who should have been severely injured in the sneak attack, was completely unharmed, her attacks had not easily broken through her defenses...

However, VV was not going to give up so easily. Several more white beams of light came at Jeanne, followed by several explosions. But this time Gisela had already disappeared from the spot. As she caught two fast-moving figures, she saw a silver figure grabbing Jeanne in her arms.

A layer of blue flames clung to the green magical shield surrounding the two.

"I can handle this kind of thing perfectly well!" Jeanne said somewhat impatiently, but the blush on her face betrayed her true thoughts.

“I simply didn’t want to develop a strange hobby from watching you get beaten up,” Gisela replied expressionlessly.

"You stinky fox... don't go too far!" Jeanne blurted out the term instinctively, but quickly corrected herself as she realized it was inappropriate.

“If you are not feeling unwell, could you release your grip on my arm, Miss Saint?” Gisela raised an eyebrow, her gaze not lingering on Jeanne for long, but focusing on VV.

"A flame that materializes external magical energy, it seems your ability is more interesting than I imagined." VV flew unhurriedly toward the direction opposite Gisela, as close combat was not her forte.

"I actually find Miss VV's attacks more interesting. If I hadn't specialized her defense, I wonder if my little darling could have withstood your attacks." In this state, Gisela could naturally tease her opponent while protecting Jeanne in her arms.

“But it’s my turn now!” Gisela raised her hand and pointed the Saint Stephen’s Sword at the silver-haired woman in the distance.

Jeanne listened to the fox's words, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back. Then, a conflicted expression crept onto her face. After biting her lip, she put on an expression that said, "I'll remember this grudge," and looked at her opponent in the distance. She knew exactly when to be on high alert.

“Then let our battle begin!” Gisela kissed the inscribed blade of her sword, and instantly the blade of Saint Stephen began to glow white, with a ring of blue flames encircling its surface. She then placed her left hand behind her back and made a countdown gesture towards Jeanne.

After seeing Gisela's message, Jeanne also spun her flagpole, raised the tip, and silently recited some necessary prayers.

The two weapons, infused with magical energy, glowed.

"Two" Move the muscles to adjust the angle.

"One" drives the flight device.

As Gisela's hand behind her back changed from counting down to a fist, the two of them immediately and in perfect unison charged towards Garibaldi and VV in the distance, and the battle was about to begin.

Garibaldi raised his magical daggers and blocked Gisela's slash with all his might. The sound of the slash cutting through the air was like the force of a thunderbolt. Even the soldiers above the ground could see a huge shockwave in the sky that smashed open all the surrounding clouds.

Although her wrist was throbbing from Gisela's attack, Garibaldi showed no sign of weakness. Using the position where the two were parrying as a fulcrum, she spun around and kicked at Gisela. Just then, Jeanne arrived in front of Garibaldi and thrust her flag spear into her heart.

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Chapter 357 The Fall of Saint Stephen's Crown: Capter 73 The Traitor (Seeking Votes)

Despite being attacked from both sides, Garibaldi remained calm. He immediately released his right hand, threw the weapon in his right hand into the air, adjusted his center of gravity by rotating his body, and then caught his weapon with his backhand. He changed the direction of the spear tip by using the curve of the dagger's blade. In this way, Jeanne's fatal attack was easily neutralized by him, just brushing against the slant of Garibaldi's magic armor.

“In terms of combat experience, you are no match for her.” Garibaldi once again distanced himself from the two. Both sides’ magical shields had only suffered minor damage. What was supposed to be a duel between magical users now resembled a sword fight between ordinary people.

"Is that so? You seem to be taking a chance on me?" Garibaldi realized something and immediately looked at the weapons in her hands. Blue flames were burning on them, and some barely perceptible cracks had appeared on her magical weapons.

"You..." No one can forget the explosion on the Ticino River that sounded like a roar from the gods, and the destructive power that swallowed everything around it was unprecedented.

"Gisella! No matter what, I must defeat you! Italy will be unified!" To unify Italy, the princess before her was the opponent she had to defeat. For this dream she had pursued all her life, she had nothing left to lose. At this moment, only by going all out and fighting was her only way out.

This time, Garibaldi launched the attack, while VV provided remote support to Garibaldi with his own light orb. Unfortunately, once the opponent mastered this powerful attack, its effectiveness was often minimal. Thus, despite the explosions around them, Jeanne and Gisela were not hit even once.

The clanging of metal echoed continuously, and with each clash with Gisela's Saint Stephen's Sword, the cracks in Garibaldi's weapon widened.

She raised her hand to block, switched hands to block again, and then counterattacked. Every movement was so smooth and natural. In terms of swordsmanship, she was no less skilled than most European magic users.

Unlike those noble ladies, her swordsmanship was not something she had learned systematically, but rather something she had gained through experience in actual combat.

Of course, her opponent was no easy target either. As Gisela kicked the abdominal armor of Garibaldi's magic armor, her magic shield vibrated violently, and her movements slowed down again.

Gisela swung her weapon at Garibaldi, and as expected, the parry came again. It was time for the familiar exchange of blows. But Gisela released her grip, drew Jeanne's runic sword from her waist, and thrust it directly at Garibaldi's chest. Jeanne, in a split second, released her flag spear, took over Gisela's Saint Stephen's spear, and simultaneously aimed her magical cannon at Garibaldi's legs.

"Break!" As the two voices rang out in unison, a massive explosion completely engulfed the three of them.

Following the previous massive shockwave, another explosion rang out, forcing both sides to once again look up at the battle raging in the sky. Holding their breath, no one knew the outcome. The Italian soldiers still believed that their Lord Garibaldi, who had defeated two local magic users before, could once again create a miracle.

Before the smoke had even cleared, the flag spear that Jeanne had always carried with her spun and flew toward the ground, then stuck directly into the center of the open space between the two sides, the white magical energy particles dissipating from it still clearly visible.

At this moment, the Italians' morale soared, and they immediately launched a counter-charge against the Imperial soldiers as if they had been injected with chicken blood. After all, no one did not know what it meant for magic to win the battle.

Although some soldiers had begun to draw their conclusions, the vast majority continued to gaze at the sky until the smoke completely dissipated, at which point they saw the green light fading beside Garibaldi. Clearly, the victory belonged not to the Italians, but to the Empire.

"Long live Her Highness the Princess!" This time it was the Austrian soldiers' turn to cheer.

“You’ve lost! It’s not too late to surrender now.” Gisela coldly placed the knife against Garibaldi’s delicate neck. At this moment, Garibaldi’s weapon had been completely shattered by Gisela, and he seemed to have lost the ability to fight.

"Aren't you going to kill me? I'm the culprit who caused your brother's death, and now all the monarchs of Europe want me dead." Garibaldi wasn't afraid of death, after all, she knew that after this, she probably wouldn't have such an opportunity again in her life. Rather than lying dormant alone with her destroyed dreams, she would rather embrace death now.

“If I kill you, you will become a hero, but if…” Gisele Luis 3 3 4 5 5 6 ...

Garibaldi's eyes widened, her once resolute face now filled with confusion, when, as her magical shield vanished, a dagger plunged into her body from behind. Coughing up blood, the brown-haired girl turned around with a bewildered expression, only to see VV, the person she both respected and trusted.

"Is this your choice?" Garibaldi gasped, her voice now weaker due to her wounds.

"If we want to destroy this revolution, then we must start with our victory or defeat." VV gently pulled out the dagger in her hand, and blood splattered in the sky, as if everything had come to an end.

"From the very beginning, you were nothing more than a tool used by various forces to deal with their opponents. Packaging you as a hero was merely a way to better deceive the ignorant masses. As for that ridiculous ideal of national independence, it was nothing more than a slogan shouted by various interest groups over the unequal distribution of current interests. Their goal was nothing more than to overthrow the existing system and maximize their own interests." This was VV's decision based on realistic considerations, and also his pledge of allegiance to cooperate with the Austrian Empire in the future.

Gisela didn't say much, but silently watched the fall of this noble lady.

At this moment, Garibaldi's tears welled up for the first time. He had fought for this country his whole life, only to find that it was all just wishful thinking. The most ironic thing was that he died at the hands of his own compatriots.

Gazing at the increasingly distant sky, she struggled to raise the red magic stone in her right hand and crushed it with force.

"No! I won't lose, I can still fight." Garibaldi's face was somewhat ferocious as he looked at Gisela in the distance with an unprecedentedly ferocious expression.