1442 Chapter 1443: Highland No. 1

For a long time, the Marquis of Frankfurt did not say a word.

By doing so, they will completely lose their reputation in the aristocratic circle. The Principality of Kremt will send strong men to clear these fugitives, so that St. Brunel can keep them.

Even if the army of gods and evils is defeated in the future, they will not take in nobles like the Marquis of Frankfurt who betrayed their families. That would be too dangerous.

The Earl of Cromwell just looked at him quietly, looking at the lord guarding the important frontier city, also without saying a word.

A few minutes later, the Marquis of Frankfurt stood up, picked up the gloves from the table next to him, and slowly put them on his hands.

Earl Cromwell followed the action of the Marquis of Frankfurt: "Where are you going?"

"Go to the city wall again."

"Your Excellency's kissing the front line can indeed motivate the soldiers, but in the current situation, the morale brought by you kissing the front line too frequently may not be enough to make up for the danger you are facing."

The Marquis of Frankfurt turned his back to Earl Cromwell, and his footsteps stopped for half a second, but in the end he left the study without saying anything.

Earl Cromwell quietly watched the direction in which the Marquis of Frankfurt left. After a long time, he said softly:

"Is the Republic of Qiel? Is the situation of the little Duke Soros saved?"

As long as the young Duke Soros is alive, the Principality can continue to exist.

………………

The Abominable Giants Collective has changed.

A small hill in the east of the Franklin area is the only high point in a radius of tens of miles, and it is called the No. 1 highland.

The sky was gloomy, the wind howled, and the artillery fire roared.

A large number of evil giants roaming from the eastern region are running wildly on the plain. Those swollen and deformed terrifying monsters are moving frantically, skimming the plain, rushing over the hills, some rushing to the distance, and some attacking the legion's defense line. The dazzling magic attack illuminated the polluted plain in the dim light of the sky, while on the No. 1 high ground that supported the important node of the defense line, the artillery fire was non-stop.

Covering an area of ​​less than 500 square meters of high ground, a full 150 120mm mortars were deployed.

The continuous artillery fire even made the ground tremble slightly.

A company commander of the Restoration Army wearing green and blue bulletproof armor stood behind the bunker, observing the situation on the battlefield with binoculars.

This telescope is not an ordinary telescope, but engraved with a night vision magic circuit, which can be used clearly even at night.

Continuous explosion shock waves covered the frenzied godly army, and countless twisted and incomplete limbs were blown into the sky every second, but under the dim sky light background, there were still countless monsters coming from Coming from afar, they fell meaninglessly on the line of death.

The company commander closed the telescope. Since the magic circuit was attached, it naturally needed a supply of magic power. There was a coal crystal the size of a baby's fist in the corner of the telescope. He put the telescope into a special protective box and turned to leave the bunker.

Naturally, this kind of telescope cannot be owned by a company commander. It can only be equipped by the commander of the artillery battalion. Ordinary infantry regiments can only have it at the commander level. The main reason is that it is too troublesome to engrave the magic circuit.

The commander's loud roar came from nearby: "The No. 2 artillery position stops firing, let the artillery cool down, and the No. 3 artillery position starts firing!"

"The No. 1 artillery position is on standby!"

The company commander quickly walked through the busy artillery positions and supply tunnels. The sounds of weapons firing and instructions filled his side. He passed a sentry post and walked towards a tall man wearing a knight's insignia and a black background with white stripes on his shoulders. Capped knight in short cape.

"Battalion commander! The enemy's offensive has been contained, and they are suppressed outside the line of defense!" The company commander gave a military salute to the commander in front of him, and said quickly: "But those monsters showed no sign of retreating, and they were not disciplined. Traces, showing a state of complete frenzy."

The battalion commander nodded and took back the binoculars. The reason why he lent the company commander to use it was because the company commander was an artilleryman with a professional background, and he was only here for the gold-plated knight commander. He will not blindly command such a technical arm as the artillery unit.

"Continue to strengthen the western defense line. No matter how many they come, they must be eliminated on the line of fire. We have sufficient supplies and personnel."

"Yes, Battalion Commander."

The company commander took the order to leave, and the battalion commander took a look at the situation on the battlefield, then turned and walked towards the barracks of the command post.

Battalion Commander Norton jerked his knight sword out and looked towards the sky, where there was a team flying towards the artillery position.

Because the enemy has no air power, there is no air defense force at all except for machine gun positions in a few important places.

"Immediately set up all the machine guns to defend against the enemy coming from the air." Norton blesses with grudge, and his voice immediately resounds throughout the entire position.

Although he doesn't understand the theory of shelling, he still has learned infantry tactics in the new era. He has heard the instructor say that heavy machine guns can be erected as temporary anti-aircraft weapons at critical moments.

"Little Norton, don't be nervous, we are back."

The familiar voice came back from the flight team, and Norton breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that voice very well. It was the patriarch of the family, Kuwait Norton, known as Old Norton. He was Norton's grandfather and a knight instructor.

The old Norton is a strong man who has successfully broken through the mentor level with the help of Amuro in the past two years. He is one of the veteran nobles in the Dortmund area.

"It's one of our own!"

Little Duke Soros looked at the orderly positions of the artillery and the ungodly giants who were constantly being wiped out, slightly fascinated.

He has always known that the thermal weapons of the Qier Republic are very powerful, but he never expected that they are so powerful.

A small highland, without even a city wall, and a total force of no more than 2,000 people, easily blocked the attack of tens of thousands of evil giants.

Not only the little Duke Soros was surprised, but also the remaining soldiers who guarded the main city of Rosoff were even more shocked, precisely because they had fought head-to-head with the Abominable Giant, and they knew better about the power of the Abominable Giant.

Now that they count the remaining troops, there are less than a thousand people, and it is possible to fly at low altitude with the assistance of the magisters. With the help of invisibility magic, the godly giants who have lost their minds did not attack them. The artillery position's reconnaissance magic found that they had no choice but to appear. If they hadn't landed fast enough, they would have been nearly beaten to ashes by the evil giant below.

At the peak of the Soros Legion, there were 200,000 troops, but now there are only less than 1,000 people left, of which 300 are still the magicians who have been protecting the last, and only less than 600 people have survived.

However, among the remaining 600 people, everyone is an elite in battle, and the worst is a Tier 4 professional, and they are all dead if their strength is slightly weak.