When the signal flare suddenly rose from the vicinity of Highland No. 4 position, Philip realized that the situation was out of control.
The battlefield is composed of countless accidents and inevitability, countless plans and accidents.
The well-trained professional soldiers on the Iron Throne responded in the shortest possible time. The small secondary guns located in the arsenal section and the tactical section roughly aimed at the direction of the signal flare within a few seconds, followed by a series of artillery fire The roaring rail shells traced a light green trajectory in the air, and then burst into intense flames on the high ground, illuminating the gloomy and dim wilderness amidst the wind and rain. It's just trying to recover some of the results.
The signal flares that have already been fired cannot be stopped. In the dim sky, the bright blood-colored light shines on the entire highland and the large plains near the highland. The main force of Typhon on the Changfeng defense line must have seen it.
The rapid secondary artillery bombardment lasted only 30 seconds, and Philip ordered the whole vehicle to stop attacking. As a general who is no longer young, he knew that most of the Typhon troops on the Paramer Heights had already been raised by the signal flares. It was moved before, and the position covered by the artillery fire should only be a few death squads.
It may even be just a brave signal soldier.
"General, do you want to force the Griffin into the sky to investigate?" the Iron Throne's deputy sergeant asked cautiously, "Or send a group of Iron Rangers..."
Listening to his subordinates' suggestions, Philip sighed slightly in his heart.
He knows that it may be too late... The enemy commander is a tricky guy, he is cautious and rational, and he probably already has a certain understanding of Cecil's equipment and fighting methods. They will not stay nearby. He also knows that in the current weather To what extent would the detection capabilities of the Griffin Knights and the ground troops be weakened under the conditions? At this time, the enemy was probably far away from the Iron Throne. Searching for a knight order that had sneaked into the rain in the entire Paramer area was tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.
After all, compared to the large-scale armored trains with eye-catching tracks, it is much harder to find people who move loose and can use the cover of trees.
But even so, he ordered the release of the Griffin Rider out of caution. The Griffon refused to take off in such bad weather. And the result was just as Philip expected: the enemy had disappeared.
Knowing this situation, the young army commander looked calm, turned around and ordered the artillery chief beside him: "All secondary artillery, point to the fourth, sixth, seventh area and the northeast intersection, and bombard freely for ten minutes."
"Yes, General."
The magic unit of the Iron Throne started to work again. Amidst the humming and the noise of mechanical devices, the roar of the secondary battery firing in turn echoed in the tactical section of the car. Philip ordered to open the window armor on one side. In the flash of light and the wind and rain, he stared into the distance.
Tonight, Cecil's Magical Legion encountered the most vigilant enemy so far. In the drowsy rain, Philip saw the real opponent of the empire.
Before today, the Cecil Legion had faced all kinds of opponents. The private soldiers of the old aristocrats would be defeated at the first touch. The traditional knights were brave but already late. Even man-made gods are just powerful monsters who will eventually fall into man-made traps...
To this day, in a confrontation in the wind and rain, everyone brushes shoulder to shoulder with the blade. After the timing and intelligence advantages constructed a nearly perfect trap, the Typhons withdrew from the battlefield almost unharmed.
The bloody battle did not break out, but everyone broke out in a cold sweat.
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Thunderous explosions came from different directions near and far. The bright lines that pierced the sky fell on the highlands of Paramer. The flashes of the explosions rose and extinguished continuously in the rainy night. The earth trembled and the air trembled. The saturated bombardment of the entire magician group was frightening, and my ears were buzzing.
The First Knights of the Winter Wolves quickly shifted their positions in the wind and rain, and the flashes of explosions and lightning in the sky exploded in turn, illuminating the rain-drenched swords and armor of the knights under each pair of helmets. , have a pair of slightly nervous eyes.
But the Knights were still in order, and under the leadership of the commander, they carried out the fastest transfer with the smallest movement.
Andersa was riding on the horse, seeing the flash of the explosion suddenly flashing from nearby, she pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.
The Cecils launched a terrible attack. The intensity of the attack proved her correct judgment that the steel monster was powerful. It was impossible for a regular knight order to confront it head-on. Strategic shifting was the only option to protect itself.
Perhaps only the reorganized magician group and the prepared iron river knights can fight against monsters of that level.
The young General Wolf glanced back, the red magic signal had dissipated in the clouds, and in the depths of the dark rain, there were only bright lines piercing the sky.
She actually breathed a sigh of relief.
Although the enemy's attack was fierce, judging from their distribution, they did not surpass Typhon's detection methods in this rainy night. They had already lost their position as a knight order, and the blind attack they were carrying out now was just to touch Just luck.
The heavy rain that once delayed the actions of the Winter Wolf Knights has now become an umbrella for Andersa and her soldiers under shelling.
Next, whether she and the First Knights of the Winter Wolves can get out of this rainy night safely, can only hope for luck like Cecil.
May God bless Typhon.
The young General Wolf raised his head, watched the rain fall continuously in the dark, and whispered to himself: "I hope the rain won't stop..."
The adjutant accompanying him heard Andesa talking to herself, but couldn't understand the content, and subconsciously asked, "General?"
"It's nothing." Andersa shook her head, looking back at the direction where the steel monster docked for the last time, and then turned her head to look at her adjutant, "That decayed and weak kingdom is history, and the new Cecil Empire is a strong enemy."
Tonight, the elite legion of the empire encountered the most vigilant enemy so far. In the drowsy rain, Andersa saw the real opponent of the empire.
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The Typhon troops retreated, stopped suddenly when they were about to enter the defense area of Changfeng Fortress, and then turned back on the spot.
Maryland, who was fully armed, left the castle and came to the wall of Changfeng Fortress facing Typhon, looking at the dark plain for a long time without saying a word.
The exposure of the Iron Throne was an accident, and the battlefield itself is a place that never lacks surprises. However, according to General Philip, the exposure of the Iron Throne may be related to the cautious and targeted investigation by Typhon’s commander, which made Maryland I couldn't help but think of the situation where my carefully planned "deception tactics" were seen through.
He smiled lightly and shook his head: "That 'little wolf'... lives up to its reputation."
"General," Adjutant Payne came to the city wall and came to Maryland's side. "The Iron Throne has sent a message that they have stopped shelling. It is preliminarily judged that the Typhon army is not left behind."
"... This time, fate has favored the Typhon people," Maryland said calmly after a moment of silence, "Send the information to His Majesty, and how the situation develops after that... is not what we should care about."
"Yes, General."
The rain stopped unknowingly, and with the refreshing but cold autumn wind blowing across the city wall, the dark clouds in the sky quietly dispersed. This play that lasted from afternoon to night ended with the wind and rain, and the starlight spilled from the gaps in the clouds to the city. The earth is cold and cold.
"What a fine rain..." whispered Maryland. "Just the right time to come and just the right time to stop."
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The information from the eastern frontier was transmitted to San Sunil immediately, and in the study of Silver Castle, Gawain summoned his three chief consuls.
"Our border is safe, at least to the east," Gawain said straight to the point, "The Iron Throne has arrived at the border, and after a dramatic contest, the Typhons have retreated to their lines of defense."
"This is detailed information." Amber's figure emerged from Gao Wen's side. She held several copied documents in her hand, and distributed them to the three grand consuls one by one.
After Victoria took the information, she first scanned it hastily. Although the language used in the information was very concise, it was enough to explain what happened. After a rough scan, the Ice Duke couldn't help but sigh softly: "Opportunity and Everyone passed by."
"That's fair." Baldwin Franklin put down the printing paper in his hand, "Anyway, the Typhons have realized that the defense line of Longwind Fortress has been re-established, and they should be quiet."
Gawain shook his head and reminded: "The empire that has temporarily calmed down and entered the industrial age does not have the character of 'moderation and restraint', but now at least it is no longer up to them to decide whether to fight or not. Hetty, you what you want to say?"
Hetty, who had been silent since just now, raised her head and looked at Gao Wen: "Ancestor, Minister Norris has led an expert group from the Ministry of Agriculture into the polluted area of the Holy Spirit Plain to evaluate the agricultural reconstruction plan there. From a long-term perspective, we really need to recuperate."
Facing Hetty's serious and slightly serious eyes, Gawain nodded: "That's right, we really need to recuperate...especially the rebuilding of agriculture."
The situation seems to be going well, the empire has been established, the coronation ceremony has greatly boosted the morale of all walks of life, the order of the king's capital has been restored, nobles from all over the country have signed to support the reform, and the powerful Cecil war machine stopped Typhon on the border People's conspiracies, and even being in the upper hand for a time, all these seem to be deceptive. A radical optimist may even think that the Cecil Empire is already a powerful giant, ready to sweep the world, but in this room Anyone in China knows that this "smoothness" is just an appearance.
It is the successive victories that inspire people, and the temporary redistribution of interests conceals the emptiness inside. The fact under the surface is that half of the grain-producing areas of the Holy Spirit Plain have been destroyed, a large number of refugees need to be resettled, and the post-war cities and villages need to be rebuilt...
If the previous wars were to revive this ancient and fallen kingdom and cut off the carrion, then what the current Cecil Empire needs is not to sweep the world, but to let the places where the carrion was cut off grow new flesh.
Among them, food is the top priority. According to the emergency statistics that have just been completed, the current Cecil Empire is basically short of food everywhere except the southern and western borders. Even if the national food reserves are mobilized, they can only barely last until the next harvest season. , in order to prevent a large-scale famine, the Duke of Baldwin has already started to approach the Ogure tribal country in the west to discuss the purchase of food. In this situation, the empire must recuperate.
"I also agree with the opinion of Grand Consul Hetty, but the crux of the problem is how Typhon will react." Duke Baldwin first affirmed Hetty, and then frowned, "What happened on the Changfeng defense line?" The 'competition' was very close to the start of the battle, but it didn't really turn into a legion melee, and everyone walked around the edge of the cliff... This circle, but you can explain it any way you want."
"They are the ones who take the initiative to approach the military defense zone. In a sense, the Typhon people do not have an advantage, while our disadvantage lies in the fact that we failed to leave that army behind. We don't have enough evidence at hand. This is the immediate situation, and for the two As far as China is concerned, as long as the evidence is not sufficient, everything can be dismissed," Gao Wen said, "On the other hand, judging from the willingness to go to war, Typhon should be more willing to sit down and have a good talk with us after today... Today Typhon, the situation is not the same as before."
Hetty frowned: "Is it because of their industrial and economic transformation?"
Gawain glanced at Heidi with a slight approval in his eyes: "That's right, they have a new piece of 'cake', and now those small and medium nobles who have been damaged by the restructuring are busy redistributing their interests, the biggest pressure within Typhon One of them has been temporarily eased. Before they encounter the next bottleneck, Rosetta Augustus does not need to continue to persistently promote the war. His current focus should be to control the process of industrial and economic transformation and prevent his empire from being destroyed. Out of control in the process…”
"Then..." Baldwin Franklin pinched his temples, "Your Majesty, we should give Typhon a signal."
"Of course," Gawain laughed, looking at Hetty, "Notify Padraic immediately and place a new order for Typhon. Then... we just wait patiently for Rosetta Augustus's response."