"There are still three days," Nightingale said suddenly.
"Well, there are still three days." Roland nodded. At the current marching speed, the first army can reach the preset offensive position after three days. There is a raised hillside, and the slope head is facing the outpost, not only the vision It is open and ideal for setting up fortifications.
Once they are established, it will be difficult for the devil to shake the gun defenses.
However, in the next few days, the pressure on the sniper team will also soar.
The premise of their guarantee of silence is to cut off the enemy's perception line of sight without knowing it. On the vast plain, if there is no ability to transmit information in real time, it is almost impossible to accurately grasp the attacker's position. possible things.
However, with the increase of patrolling troops, the devil has the possibility to exchange the advantage of numbers for real-time information. As long as they witness the moment when the missing person is shot down, the search circle will be greatly reduced. If they want to make another move, it will be very risky matter.
The best result is that the enemy noticed the existence of the sniper team, but could not lock the specific position, and the latter stopped in time and turned around to join the first army, which could not only involve the devil's flying troops, but also win the main force. Enough time.
It's just that they need to judge for themselves.
Either sooner or later will make the attack very variable.
"You should believe them," Nightingale seemed to see Roland's worry, "Witch Taquila's judgment of risk should not be too bad, and the Magic Ark can avoid most of the pursuit, even if it encounters a team of devils, It's not easy to eat them."
"That's right," Roland patted his cheek. In the end, it was Neverwinter City's lack of strength, so he had to take this risk. The speed of walking severely restricted the limit of the First Army. If wheeled vehicles could be equipped, a blitzkrieg battle could be launched on such a large plain. Even if the army marched under the eyes of the fearful beast, the enemy would not have time. Prevent.
Rather than pointless worries, he should focus more on the work at hand.
"By the way, Wendy should have mastered the basic principles of flight, right?"
"Probably," Nightingale threw a piece of dried fish into her mouth with a smile, "Last night she fell asleep and was still talking in her sleep, saying that the runway was cleared and the green lights were all on."
"That's good," Roland looked out the window. "The weather seems to be pretty good today, and it seems that the next test can be carried out."
"Oh? Are you planning to formally test the real thing..." Nightingale's eyes lit up.
"What, are you interested in it?"
"No one is not interested!" she said excitedly, "You can fly into the sky without wings. It is more free than a hot air balloon, and anyone can control it. It sounds almost like a miracle. If it works, you know. What will those territorial people think of you? I'm afraid it will be difficult for the gods to shake your prestige."
When she said these words, Nightingale's expression was even brighter than when she got the Chaos Drink, as if she was the one who won everyone's admiration.
Roland couldn't help laughing, "It's still in the groping stage, and there is still a long way to go to achieve the step you said."
At least the steam engine can't meet his needs, he needs a more powerful source of power.
"But it will come true eventually, right?" Nightingale walked to the door with her hands behind her back, looked back and smiled.
"Well," Roland replied without hesitation, "it will."
…
One kilometer east of Shoal Harbour.
The beachhead out of the water sank into the sea here, leaving only a stone ridge that continued to extend to the southeast, and it was this long stone ridge that formed the outline of the entire south of the Kingdom of Greycastle.
To the inlanders living in the west, the boundary was but a part of the hilly landscape, and upon the gently rising slope of the earth, one could see a vast sea of whirlpools; but to the sea traders, it was a It is an insurmountable barrier. The average height difference between the sea surface and the stone ridge is more than 15 meters. Not to mention that it is impossible to load and unload goods, it is dangerous to even dock nearby. Therefore, before the shoal was opened up, one-third of the border of the Western Territory was adjacent to the sea, but there was no sea port.
It can be said that the overall economic level of the western part of the kingdom is not as good as that of the eastern and southern regions. The main reason is the lack of seaports besides the damage caused by the evil moon.
But such terrain is now an excellent test flight field.
When Roland and his party arrived here, the garrison garrisoned in Neverwinter City had sealed off the surrounding area for one kilometer.
At one end of the concrete-filled runway, three identical test prototypes were being pushed onto the lift by soldiers.
"Oh! Is this the new machine you're talking about," Lei Ting commented while rubbing his chin, "It's really reminiscent of seabirds just by looking at the shape, but compared to those powerful steam engines... it seems a little thin. "
As the most reliable overseas allies, Thunder, the outstanding explorer of the fjord, and Margery, a businesswoman, were naturally invited by Roland to watch. Roland was not surprised by the former's evaluation. After pretending to smile mysteriously, he turned to look at Margery, "What do you think?"
"Go back to Your Majesty," the latter said calmly, "To be honest, it is so different from your previous creations. If it wasn't for your invitation, I would have thought it was a strange thing that would be deceiving you under the guise. "
"Fantastic Object Society?" Roland asked curiously, "What kind of organization is that?"
"A guild established by a group of delusional people between craftsmen and explorers," Margaret explained eloquently. "They are not content with the dullness of craftsmen, but they are afraid to plunge into the sea of emotions, so they put their energy On top of all sorts of quirky inventions. Two years ago, someone made something like that, a pair of wooden wings that supposedly allowed the wearer to fly."
"Wood... wings?"
"It's similar to yours, but it's much smaller, about the length and width of one person."
"Then did he fly?" Wendy on the side couldn't help asking.
"No," Margery shook her head. "He put on his wings and jumped off a high tower. The wings quickly flipped over and fell like a stone, and he fell to the ground and died."
Wendy couldn't help swallowing.
"And before that, the man claimed that he had succeeded several times, and also attracted the attention of several large chambers of commerce. Therefore, this scam not only made him a joke, but also made the strange thing not very good. The reputation just got worse."
Hearing this, Roland couldn't help feeling a little bit of emotion. Using wood to make wings, he obviously realized that as much lift as possible is the key to flying, and only a hard frame can support enough force area to this step, it is basically Get rid of the simple imitation of birds, and the prototype of the fixed wing was born.
It can be said that the other party can be regarded as a pioneer in exploring the sky, at least compared with artificial wings, umbrella flight, cloak flight and other brain holes that have appeared in history.
I am afraid that the success of several times is not a nonsense, but a short-range gliding experiment at a low altitude, but the wind is much stronger at high altitudes, and the wings lack an operating surface, and it is expected to lose control instantly.
It is a pity that the fjords advocate explorers who can bring living space to the islanders, and it is difficult to get a fair evaluation for those who dare not go to sea.
"He can't be considered a liar," Roland said slowly. "Getting rid of the bondage of the earth and embracing the sky will have to pay a huge price. If I didn't have the help of the witch, I'm afraid this process would have been inevitable. If that person has a name , record it."
Margery was stunned for a while, then raised the corner of her skirt, "As you wish, Your Majesty."
Roland turned his attention to the "Glider Type 1", which was in the final preparations before the test flight. Compared with steam trains and steel sea ships, it was indeed very thin and could not even be called a complete aircraft.
There is no cabin, and the whole body is covered with exposed skeletons. Except for the long wings, the rest of the skin is omitted. In order to facilitate escape, the seat is installed directly between the wings, which at first glance looks cruder than the model.
Unlike all the previous machines, Roland was completely blank in the field of flight, and only knowing the principle, there was no way to create a real aircraft.
Therefore, the first thing to do is to first compile a "Flight Manual".
These seemingly simple test prototypes already contain the basic control elements required by an aircraft.
It looks like a newborn hairless chick though.
But it is the starting point of human flight.