Chapter 1006 Bone Grinder

Palin Winterhold came to the high platform of the castle. From here, he could see the direction of the inner city barracks at a glance - the imperial flag with red stripes on a black background was flying high there, and fierce and combative soldiers were between the camps. Activities, and in a farther place, you can see the towers of the mage towering in the inner city, and the eyes of the mage on the tower are constantly monitoring the entire area.

He raised his head again and looked to the far west - but today the gloomy sky and the mist in the air blocked his view, and he could not see the Winter Wolf Castle, which was now in the hands of the Cecilians, and certainly not. to the more distant Longwind Fortress.

Is Andersa still safe in Cecil land?

The Earl of Winterhold sighed softly, and put the meaningless worries aside for the time being. Then he used magic to communicate with the several mage towers set up in the inner city, and confirmed that no abnormality was found in each mage's eye.

The main task of these mage eyes is not actually to guard the direction outside the fortress - what they are really guarding is the knights stationed in the fortress and several additional barracks outside the city.

Those barracks are filled with fighting knights and soldiers, as well as devout and fanatical priests and battle priests, who are the main force of this war - and the biggest consumable. Since the start of the war, the strength of the Winterhold area has increased to more than six times its normal level, and until now, new soldiers and priests will continue to rush to the front from the rear every day, making this narrow battlefield more crowded and more dangerous.

From Palin Winterhold's point of view, every day the Magus Train brings fresh corpses instead of troops from the rear.

Unlike ordinary "corpses", these "corpses" gathered in Winterhold are very easy to lose control. They are full of fanatical thinking impulses, and their nervous systems and external perceptions have mutated into something inhuman. They appear to be ordinary human beings on the outside, but inside... they have long since become some kind of twisted thing that even dark magic can't understand.

But here on the front lines, these dangerously twisted polluters still have a way of controlling them—just keep them in strict compliance with the rules of war, let them unleash the frenetic stress in the world of gods in time, or administer large doses of A mind-sedating potion would suppress their destructive impulses or slow their mutation rate, at least temporarily.

It's a dangerous balance, every day is like walking on the edge of a blade, and Palin Winterhold's job here is to maintain this delicate balance on the edge of the blade, and within the threshold of things getting out of hand...with the highest possible Efficient and optimal way to consume these fresh "corpses".

He feels like a technician who controls the burning kettle in the burning stone acidification plant. Every day, he is accurately calculating the fuel and alchemy accelerants that are put into the fire. Human life is in his hands after cold calculation, and he is always ready for the next time. When the furnace door was opened, he was thrown into the roaring flames of war, and he maintained the heat of these flames here,

In this way, gradually remove the pollution suffered by the empire, discover and weaken the power of the Cecil people, collect data on the battlefield, and adjust the balance of the balance...

He knew that everything he did had great meaning, but he still found it disgusting.

War wasn't supposed to be like this - and he wasn't supposed to do it either.

"It's colder here than I thought," a voice came from the side, awakening the somewhat distracted Earl of Winterhold from his thoughts, "but it's hard to tell which side of Aldenan and here is more unbearable— —The cold here is like a blade, hard and sharp, and the cold in Aldenan is like a quagmire, damp and suffocating.”

The Earl of Winterhold turned his head following the sound and nodded to the Earl of Claremont Dart who was standing beside him. This Aldenan noble came to Winterhold with today's troop carrier. , he is the commander of the support army, and in essence... he is also one of the "consumables" brought by the magic train.

"This winter is colder than usual," said the Earl of Winterhold. "Soldiers from the central and southern regions have a hard time adapting here. But compared to the northern regions of the Cecil, the environment is milder. "

"Soldiers..." Claremont Dart repeated the word softly, his eyes looking into the distance, sweeping across the barracks flying the Imperial flag, "Lord Winterhold, these are very outstanding young people, really Excellent...they should all have bright futures, they shouldn't have died this winter."

Palin Winterhold was silent for two seconds, then said slowly: "Mortals are so vulnerable in the face of the malice of the gods. Our homeland needs to be reborn from the ashes, and what you see... is the price of the flames. "

"I only see meaningless consumption, a long tug of war, but I can't see any effective counterattack-whether it's a counterattack against the Cecilians or a counterattack against the gods," Claremont said in a deep voice. " Tell me, does it really make any sense to keep burying mentally polluted soldiers and priests on this narrow battlefield? Is this cutting blood and poisoning, or is it a waste of vitality?"

The Earl of Winterhold looked into Claremont's eyes before slowly nodding: "I choose to trust Your Majesty's judgment."

"...That's a good reason," Earl of Claremont smiled and took a deep breath of the cold air from the north, then turned around and slowly walked towards the exit of the high platform, "I'm standing here anyway. Now... give me a good spot."

Palin Winterhold watched Claymont walk away slowly. He narrowed his eyes slightly. In his mind, he had already begun to calculate the value that this "conservative opposition noble" could generate here, and what he brought. Where should the support army be spent?

...

Winter Wolf Keep - Shadowswamp defense line, cold winds are rolling over rolling hills and low forests along the permafrost, some loose snow is lifted by the wind and swirls against the relay piles on both sides of the railway , and within the shimmering track shield, the heavily armored and imposing armored train Iron Throne-Earth Python is traveling along the railway line at cruising speed.

The repulsion generators on both sides of the train flashed with the brilliance of runes, and the mechanical devices at the connection between the repulsion point and the carriage adjusted the angle slightly, which slightly accelerated the speed of the train, and the snowflakes blown by the wind from a distance passed harmlessly The shield was caught under the whizzing car, and on another parallel rail at a distance from the train, there was an iron scepter light armored train that served as an escort task alongside the "Earth Python".

At the rear of the iron scepter's escort gun crew, in the engineering carriage responsible for maintaining the rails, a war technician had just adjusted the valves and screws of some equipment. Looking out the window at the snow-covered plain, he muttered softly, "This damn snow has finally stopped... I haven't seen a few sunny days since the middle of the foggy moon."

"It's not necessarily a good thing when it's sunny...Those Typhons might be more active than before," another war mechanic shook his head beside him, "they have come to destroy the railway more than once, although most of the time it has no effect. ...but it is said that last time they almost managed to blow up Line 7."

The war mechanic who spoke earlier curled his lips and did not continue the topic. He came to the side of the carriage and looked more seriously at the snowy world outside - armored, narrow windows, and all windows covered with a layer of steel. Of course, Wang's military train wouldn't have a good sightseeing view, and all he could see was a vertical, narrow landscape in which the listless groves and the snow-stained hills were all. Receding quickly, and in the farther sky, you can vaguely see a shadow of iron gray floating in the skylight.

That should be a harbinger of another snowfall - this damn winter.

"What's wrong?" the partner on the side asked casually, "What did you see?"

"There are dark clouds in the sky, and the scale is not small. I'm afraid it's going to snow again," the war technician muttered. "Judging from my experience, it's probably a blizzard."

"Are you a machine repairer and have experience in judging astronomical phenomena?" The partner pouted in disdain and turned to look at the window on the other side of the carriage - outside the narrow, thickened glass window, the Iron Throne - Earthly Giant The huge and imposing body of the python was crawling on the track not far away, driving forward with a rumble.

...

In the tactical section of Earthly Python, the front-line commander Maryland was standing in front of the command seat, watching the many markers on the map intently. On the desktop beside him, communication devices, drawing tools, and organized data files were in order. .

After a while, Maryland suddenly raised his head and looked at the adjutant beside him: "How long until we reach the combat site?"

The adjutant replied immediately: "Arrived at the firing area in thirty minutes - leave the firing area in forty minutes."

Maryland nodded: "Well, the time is just right... Inform the arsenal section, start pre-filling the rainbow generator with cooling water, and the power ridges at both ends will heat up in advance - we will soon enter the alert range of the Typhons, they The response rate has been much faster lately than before."

"Yes, sir."

Maryland's attention returned to the map in front of him, and between the meandering and straight lines on the map, Typhon and Cecil's respective areas of control were intertwined like teeth.

Thirty minutes later, the Iron Throne Earth Python will enter a specific shooting area. During the course of about ten minutes, the train will use the on-board rainbow cannon to target a certain marginal stronghold on Typhon's side. Launch a powerful bombardment - but in fact this distance is slightly far away, the rainbow beam should only be able to burn some of the enemy's outer walls and annexes to a limited extent, and there may even be few casualties, but it doesn't matter.

The sudden rainbow light strike is enough to make the Typhonians on the entire line of defense highly nervous. They will conduct large-scale mobilization to deal with the possible official attack that may come next, and will send a large number of reconnaissance troops to try to determine the next move of the Iron Throne. The line and whether there are more armored trains and convoys nearby, when they are all busy... The Iron Throne - Earthly Python will return to the station in Shadowswamp, where Maryland will treat herself with a cup of fragrant coffee, if Take a hot bath if you can - while thinking about when the next armored train will leave and where the next real frontal strike will start.

As for collecting and judging the military operations of the Typhons in this process... He will do it together with the staff.

This is what he has been doing frequently in recent times, and it is also one of the tactics he and General Philip jointly developed-the core idea of ​​which is to give full play to the mobility of Cecil's mechanical army and to release a large amount of firepower in a short period of time. Ability, relying on several railway lines and temporarily built forward railways in the Winter Wolf Castle-Shadow Swamp area, with the three armored trains of the Zero, the Earthly Python and the recently commissioned War Citizen as the core of the operation, the uninterrupted operation is carried out. The harassment-advancement-harassment-advancement.

The armored train's new rainbow main gun is powerful and has a long range. With the right firing angle, it can deal a huge blow to the enemy at a great distance. Relying on this, the armored train and its escort car group are constantly traveling on the railway. , randomly attacking fixed Typhon strongholds near the extreme range, the enemy will have to frequently mobilize, struggle or evade attacks, and if they simply abandon those strongholds and keep a distance from the Iron Throne in the plains for mobile operations, then the iron The tank squadron carried on the throne will immediately enter the battlefield for mobile harvesting, or simply withdraw, consuming the energy of the enemy.

If the Typhons retreat as a whole during this process, the engineering crews accompanying the armored trains will immediately begin to act - laying the "forward railway" to further expand the scope of the Iron Throne's activities, and set up temporary stations and energy sources A staging station, supplying tanks and infantry with magical energy—if the Typhons sit idly by, the Cecil Legion can build a massive network of defenses and fortifications crisscrossing the newly occupied territory within a week.

And if the Typhons don't want to watch this happen, they can only recoil at Cecil's occupied territory at a huge cost.

At first, Maryland would choose to fight the Typhonians who were not afraid of death, but realized that the army of supernatural beings with constant morale, fearless life and death, and a large-scale army, could completely cause huge damage to the mechanical army once they tried their best. After that, he chose another plan: if the Typhons recoil, then fight them for a while, and retreat as soon as the victory is achieved. The speed of movement of the mechanized corps on the railway line is beyond the reach of regular infantry. The Iron Throne and its affiliated corps performing "harassment-propulsion" will soon be able to retreat to the artillery position and the protected area of ​​the permanent fortification, and the only thing the enemy can do , that is, to destroy the unfinished fortifications and the temporary "forward railway".

This loss was almost negligible for Cecil's sappers.

This kind of advance can be endless - if it weren't for the order from the Imperial City, Maryland felt that she could rely on this improved version of the "steel push" tactics to push down the entire Winterhold defense step by step before the end of the foggy moon, and even Proceed all the way to Aldenan...

But the imperial capital has given an order after all... At least at this stage, the empire has no plans to attack Aldenan.

Maryland exhaled softly.

That's fine, after all, it's a polluted area... The shadow of the out-of-control gods hangs over Typhon's land, and it's not a good idea to go too deep.

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