The sky was cloudy, and the wind with a smell of damp soil was blowing from the direction of the mountains on the north side. The yellow fallen leaves and grass in autumn were blown up by the wind, whirling and slapping on the clean windows of the train. Philip stood In the tactical command post of the Iron Throne, he watched the wilderness and woods receding outside the car window with calm eyes.
Time will make a person mature, especially when the time is spent on the battlefield. No matter how young a person is, he will become a calm warrior. The once young and vigorous Cavalier Cecil has now become the highest soldier in the Imperial Army. Commander, the stable and reliable temperament has become the young man's greatest achievement now. He stood there quietly, and compared with four years ago, he seemed much more restrained.
The technicians were busy in front of the console of the Iron Throne. While controlling the operation of this huge war machine, they kept in constant contact with the front line and the rear. A technical sergeant transcribed from a nearby device Some data came to Philip's side: "General, there is a report from the leading engineering train. The track has been closed, the temporary stop is ready, and the Iron Throne can move forward at full speed."
Philip nodded: "Full speed ahead—is there anything new about Changfeng Fortress?"
"The Typhons have no additional actions, and General Maryland continues to be on guard."
Philip hummed and said nothing more.
He never imagined that the old-fashioned Maryland knights, who used to uphold the traditional chivalry to charge the magic warships in the Rock Fortress, would use a series of unexpected tricks to frighten the Typhons on the border. The stone-like old-school knight has finally learned to be resourceful in the face of the earth-shaking era—although he has not yet grasped the details of the series of operations in Changfeng Fortress, it is not difficult for him to guess who the General Maryland did something.
But after all, such a method cannot keep the border for a long time. If you really want to stop the Typhon people, you still have to rely on a "mobile fortress" like the Iron Throne.
As the supreme commander of the army, Philip is currently ordered to personally lead a team to take the newly restored Iron Throne to Longfeng Fortress, and now the journey has passed halfway.
With the speed of this train, coupled with the current smooth railway line, it will not take long to reach the destination.
The sky in the distance is a little more gloomy, and the direction shrouded in clouds is the eastern border, and a predictable heavy rain is brewing. According to the calculations of the druids, the rainfall range should cover the entire long wind defense line.
But this has no effect on the Iron Throne - as a cutting-edge mobile fortress, this armored train does not care about most of the wind and rain on land.
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The cold wind blew on the outer wall of the high tower of Winter Wolf Castle, and the black flags were flying around. The knights on duty stood on guard dutifully. Many people couldn't help looking in the direction of Changfeng Fortress. But all sights can only stop at looking at in the end.
The shrinking order from the imperial capital has been issued for several days. The Imperial Knights and Magicians have followed the order to stay in the garrison on the east side of Winter Wolf Castle. Although the atmosphere of the confrontation is still very tense, the experienced veterans have judged the situation : I am afraid that this battle will not be fought.
On the watchtower on the outer wall, a sentinel mage canceled the eagle eye spell, relieving his tiredness from long-term monitoring, and another sentry mage took over in due course, and the rune of the eagle eye spell appeared on the watchtower again In the air above, the dismissed mage rubbed his eyes and muttered sullenly: "Okay, the legion-level crystal arrays have been sent up, and they won't fight anymore..."
"This is an order. The officers have their own considerations," the battle mage next to him opened his eyes and said expressionlessly, "And you didn't see those positions? The Cecils are obviously ready—" They dug a bunch of holes, do you still want to jump in?"
"... hey... those of us soldiers don't even think about what the higher-ups are thinking about," Sentinel Mage shook his head, and a gust of cold wind blew, making him shrink his neck again, "Hiss... it's really autumn It's getting colder."
"Yeah... autumn is here," the battle mage stood up and snapped his fingers, summoning a breeze shield to cover the top of the sentry tower, and then looked down at the direction of the main castle building, "If General Andersa orders a retreat before the end of the month, We'll still be home in time for Remembrance Day."
A fallen leaf passed through the sight of the sentries, fluttered in the wind, fell into the inner wall of the fortress, and landed on the window sill of the fortress commander.
Andersa's long gray hair was blown by the autumn wind. The young wolf general raised his hand and stroked the gray hair on his face. There was a hint of unwillingness and gloom in his eyes between the hair.
Standing in front of her, the adjutant lowered his head and reminded: "General, His Majesty's order has been issued for several days. The Knights of the Iron River cannot stay on the defense line of Winter Wolf Castle—you should at least order them to return to the camp in the east. Otherwise, the domestic aristocratic council may accuse you on this issue... "
"The guys in the council will never know how tense the situation is at the border," Andersa stood up irritably, interrupting the adjutant, "and I still feel that something is wrong... everything is too natural, one loop One ring, there is no logical problem, but my intuition is warning me... "
As a Legion Commander, Andersa knows she shouldn't use "gut feelings" to explain things - that's fine if she's an astrologer or psychic, but she's a great knight , what she needs to maintain most is reason and caution. However, since those Cecils have increased their troops on the defense line, and since the border has fallen into a state of confrontation and pressure, more and more serious irritability is affecting her emotions. Until now The imperial capital even received orders to shrink the defense line and the Knights of the Iron River to retreat. The warning from intuition made her even more restless.
It was as if a voice kept telling herself that she was missing a key point that could change history.
The adjutant saw that his chief was in a different state than usual. After a moment of silence and deliberation, the usually calm knight said: "General, maybe you need to take another look at the recent record of the increase in troops and the How is their position laid?"
Andersa was silent for a moment, then nodded suddenly: "Bring me the records—in addition, there are recent purchase records of the large caravans of the Cecilians in several trading towns."
"Yes, will..." the adjutant nodded, but just as he was speaking halfway, there was a sudden rush of footsteps and a few noises outside the door, and a slightly shrill voice shouted loudly in the corridor: "I want to see General Andersa! It's urgent! It's urgent!"
"Who?" Andersa raised her head and said loudly, "Let him in."
The door was opened by the guards, and a middle-aged man in a bachelor's tunic, holding a handful of papers in his hand, and wearing an imperial emblem stumbled in. He seemed to have had some conflicts with the soldiers when he forced his way in. , looked rather embarrassed, but when he waved the papers in front of Andersa, he still said loudly: "General! There is a problem with the Cecilian defense line! We may have been fooled!"
After carefully identifying her eyes, Andersa recognized that this was a member of the Advisory Scholars of Winter Wolf Castle—after the army was restructured, Emperor Rosetta set up a special group of "Advisor Scholars" in the army. The members of the royal advisory group are usually battle mages or priests who have both battlefield experience and knowledge. They are better at thinking than ordinary soldiers and generals, and are more familiar with the battlefield than pure civil servants. They use their own experience and strategies to analyze various intelligence , to give advice to the supreme commander of the army in the form of reference and suggestion, and is a very important person in the modern Typhon Legion.
Some old-school knight commanders don't like these consultants who are always chattering at them, but Andersa has always attached importance to the opinions of consultants and scholars. She even considered several improvement plans for the consultants and scholars, and submitted them to His Majesty the Emperor. These consultants can play a more active role in the army. Seeing a consultant scholar come to her in such a hurry, her expression immediately became serious: "Sir, what happened?"
"General, there is a problem with the Cecil's defense line. They... ahem, they may be delaying time," the middle-aged man came to Andersa immediately after getting the consent, and spread the paper in his hand on the table— It turned out to be a list, "Look, these are their troop increase records, these are their position expansion, and these are their supplies—we have collected and estimated material circulation data through intelligence means. , look, look at these numbers!"
"It looks normal," Andersa took a closer look, frowning, "but... I think something's wrong."
"Of course not! These numbers themselves are fine, but there is something wrong with their changes!" The middle-aged man shouted loudly, "It's too stable, and the changes are too regular. If a line is drawn for the increase of soldiers and the circulation of supplies, then the The two lines are almost straight, and especially in terms of materials—the intelligence in this area is the most difficult to collect, and the most difficult information to collect is impossible to be accurate. If it is accurate and shows regularity, it must be false, and it is the opponent. Showed it to us on purpose!"
A bright light flashed through her mind, and Andersa finally knew where her faint uneasiness came from.
"So stupid... I'm so stupid..."
The young General Wolf muttered in a low voice, but suddenly recalled a sentence his father once said to him in his mind:
The most cunning enemy does not hide all his secrets from you, but shows you everything—and you cannot see what is true and what is not.
She suddenly stood up and spoke quickly: "The First Knights of the Winter Wolves, travel lightly, marching towards the Paramer Heights - I will personally lead the team. Order the Knights of the Iron River to assemble in the triangle of the plain, and the Black Banner Magicians are on standby , warm up all the legion-level magic crystals, and get ready to attack!"
The adjutant responded loudly: "Yes!"
He didn't ask the general what to do in case of a wrong judgment—as General Wolf, as the heir of the Wendell family, this young lady had already thought of all the consequences when she gave the order. Question... She will definitely do her best to get the First Knights to withdraw, and then take all the responsibilities herself.
He also didn't question whether the general's behavior of "disobeying the emperor's order" was appropriate—because from the day the Winter Wolf Legion was established, "General Wolf" was given a certain right to make decisions on the front line. At that time, General Wolf had the power to make a decision.
As for whether the Cecilians would be angered by this, whether they would gain the title of "righteousness" because of this, and whether they would put pressure on the empire, the adjutant didn't think too much about it.
The empire is the backing of every Typhon soldier, and soldiers are sent to the front line to fight, not to retire.
A well-equipped knight order, almost one-third of whose members are made up of Transcendents, was quickly organized. Under the increasingly gloomy weather and the increasingly cold autumn wind, they left Winter Wolf Castle and walked along the southern plains. The "Curved Corridor" area quickly moved towards the Paramer Heights, while the Iron River Knights, one of the most elite knights in the Typhon Empire, quickly gathered in the triangle area in front of Winter Wolf Castle, pointing their arrows at the long wind in the distance. In the fortress, thousands of specially trained battle mages also came to the assembly point, waiting for news from the First Knight Order at any time.
The bleak cold wind blew across the plains, and the battle flags swept by the wind fluttered in the wind. The Griffin Knight under the name of the Knights circled high in the sky, making loud and clear calls. In the howling cold wind, Andersa wore a family heirloom Winged Helm, rode the horse and ran through the formation formed by the knights, and drew out the long sword at the forefront of the formation: "Go! Paramel Heights! Go!"
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The armored griffin flitted across the clouds, and under the cover of the cloud, bypassed the Typhonian griffin scouts. On the back of the armored raptor, the knight Cecil, wearing goggles, bent down and quickly sent the news back To the commander of the fortress.
A full-staffed grand knight order of the Typhons suddenly launched an march on the Paramer Heights.
Maryland stood in the command room, staring at the map in front of her, staring at the direction of the arrow marked on the map.
The direction that the Typhon Knights were pointing... was a false position.
They figured it out—before the Iron Throne arrived.