Two weeks after the implementation of the counterattack plan named "Operation Peak", Roland received a report from the front-line reconnaissance lightning. Each battalion of the First Army successfully completed the first step of the plan and joined forces at the "Sen No. 2 1.76" in the Hidden Forest. "The turning point.
The name of the breakpoint is based on the railway mileage marking method, the first half is the planned regional station, and the second half is the corrected distance. That is to say, the turning point is located one kilometer and 760 meters ahead of the No. 2 station of the forest track. The advantage of such a logo is that Roland can accurately see the army's travel trajectory from the big map.
It is also the end of the current track extension, from here, the First Army will turn to the second step to leave the Hidden Forest and head northeast of the Wilderness on foot without the cover of leaves.
Whether or not the devil's outpost can be destroyed depends entirely on whether this step is successful.
Just set up the fort cannon and machine gun positions, and the rhythm of war can return to the patterns the First Army is most familiar with.
"I see," Roland scribbled heavily at the breakpoint. "Where's the devil, do they react?"
Listening to Shasha's answer from the sigil, "Silvi said no for the time being. They are still concentrating on building their own outposts. Several black stone pillars have been erected. In addition, a "red line" appeared behind the outpost. Judging by the estimates, the number of those long-legged guys is also limited. "
This is good news. Agatha once said that the only thing that limits the devil's destruction of human beings is the red mist. If they have a way to break through this limit in the third battle of divine will, it will be a big problem for everyone. Bad news. If nothing else, just the mobility of the fearful beast surpassing the times, coupled with the amazing combat power of the high-level devil, the long border of the four kingdoms is basically no different from an undefended sieve.
Roland now knew that the stone pillars in the outpost were not the same thing as the legendary Blackrock Tower, although they had a lot in common. The former can store the red mist and release it slowly, forming a special mist environment for the devil to absorb. In such an environment, the devil's function and self-healing ability will be improved, and the simple understanding is to fight at home.
The stone pillar has the effect of increasing, and it can use one red mist as two servants, but it will consume reserves after all. On the other hand, the Black Rock Tower can generate red fog by itself, and its coverage is much wider, which is basically the core of the Devil City.
In addition, the stone pillars are not ready for use. The ancient witch's information shows that there is a difference between the dead and the living. Generally, they need to be planted and cultivated for about a month before they can secrete fog clouds. Until then, it can only be used as an enlarged version of the red fog can.
Sylvie's observation made him more confident. No one wants his opponent to run home for two days after being injured, and then they can rush over again, with a bunch of reinforcements behind their buttocks. According to the current construction speed, the First Army should be able to launch an attack before the stone pillar can recover.
"In this case, you should continue to investigate, and notify me if there is any new situation. Remember to put safety first at all times."
"Lightning understands."
Then the light of the listening sigil went out.
Roland picked up a ruler and compared it on the map. If nothing else happened, the First Army would enter the devil's reconnaissance circle six days later, when Jiqiu arrived.
For those who are used to fighting on land, this will be a tough challenge.
"Why, are you worried?" Nightingale said after putting away the seal, "Isn't the test result of the new weapon quite good?"
"But that's a test after all. No one knows what will happen in the war before they experience it." Roland spread his hands and said, "Not to mention that when Sylvie focused all his attention on the sky, the First Army could only rely on himself to defend. already."
"It's incredible that a balloon that flutters in the wind five kilometers away can hit every shot. Andrea will definitely not disappoint this weapon." Nightingale smiled, "As for Sylvie, she doesn't care. Alert, and Lightning and Maisie, didn't the First Army always come here like this before?"
Roland couldn't help raising his eyebrows, "When have you been so comforting?"
"Let's be honest," Nightingale whistled, "Of course, my eloquence is also very good, but none of the nobles who were approached by me back then were unconvinced."
Uh... you were blatantly intimidating.
"Ahem, you're right," Roland pouted, "I'm going to take a nap later, I'm in the office, don't wake me up if there's no urgent news."
Nightingale seemed to realize something, "Here? Don't you need to inform the Taquila witch?"
"No," Roland nodded, "don't even let them get close to the castle."
"I understand," she agreed, "don't worry, no one will walk into the beam of light with me watching."
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Roland rarely took a nap unless he was very tired or for some special reason.
Like this time.
The time in the dream world had been a month since the last time she talked to Garcia, just in time for her return from the headquarters. As agreed, she would bring back a book that was written half a century ago and mentioned the battle of divine will. For some reason, Roland always felt that it was better not to let the Taquila remnants know about this news for the time being.
After much deliberation, it was probably that no matter what was discovered in the book, he could take it calmly, while those witches who regarded divine will as fate were unable to do so. Now that the war is coming, it is better to have fewer accidents.
Dreaming at this moment is more like a switch in his mind. As long as he thinks of this idea, he can fall asleep in just a few minutes, which saves him the pain of tossing and turning.
After Zero went to school, Roland couldn't wait to pick up the phone.
"Hello? Did you get that book?"
"If I said no, would you be very disappointed and even want to drop your phone?" Garcia's familiar sarcastic voice soon came from the receiver, "Please, you reminded me three days ago, and I did it again. It's not forgetfulness, and it's not like someone's disbelief."
Roland breathed a sigh of relief, "If I don't fall, I need money to support my family, so I can't afford to fall."
"To support the family? The basic salary of a martial artist is not enough for you? Hey... You won't be on the wrong path, are you?"
Where did he want to go, he secretly slandered that he wanted to raise a group of big stomach kings who had lived for hundreds of years, "I must declare that we are familiar with each other."
"Then you're going to sue me for slander? It's a new century, so please don't use such old-fashioned memes, okay?" Garcia interrupted.
Roland almost didn't hold his breath, and was complained by the ancients, the most deadly...
He simply went straight to the point, "Okay, where's the book?"
"Of course it's at my house, come and get it." The other party replied.