Chapter 1274 Arriving at the Fort of the Treaty

The direct commander of the First Legion, the supreme commander of the Imperial Army, has personally experienced a series of large-scale battlefields such as the Southern Border War, the Crystal Cluster War, and the Hunting God Battle. He is considered to be the youngest outstanding general in the north of the mainland in the past century—— Philip, who was unknown in the backcountry, has now become one of the hottest figures in the empire.

But he is still active at the "front line" of the empire—whether it is the assembled noble legion or the twisted monster, the mad god, or the corrupt unknown wasteland.

Compared with a few years ago, Philip, who is now over 30 years old, is much calmer and restrained. The increase in experience and the various people he has come into contact with after his rise in status have made him no longer what he was when he first walked out of Cecil's territory. His mind is simple, and he no longer only has a passion for blood and rigid knight dogma like before, but when he sees these "advancing corps" that are far away from the comfortable and comfortable "civilized territory" and are hard-working on the edge of the wasteland, he will still reveal With a sincere smile as always, and no words of praise: "Mr. Gordon, you have accomplished a great job - neither the empire nor the people will forget this feat."

"You are overrated, General," the great architect Gordon said with a smile on his face, the wind blowing from the direction of the wasteland filtered through the barrier of the fortress, blowing his neglected and somewhat messy hair, " And our work has not been fully completed - building the propulsion base to the foot of the magnificent wall and gaining a foothold here is only the first step, our next step is to actually pass through that barrier and take root in the wasteland , that’s the real challenge.”

Philip nodded slightly, then looked in the direction of the base: "Let's talk as we walk."

A group of people walked towards the exit of the armed platform, leaving the magnificent armored train "General Winter" behind them to continue to receive inspections by technical sergeants. When they were about to walk down the stairs, Gordon couldn't help but look back at the With a glance at the huge armored train, it was hard to hide the admiration in his eyes: "What a beautiful big guy... This is the first time I have seen an armored train at such a close distance."

"This is specially prepared for this counterattack on the wasteland," the silver-haired young man behind Philip said, "and it is only the first train. After the second railway is opened, there will be a second heavy train." The armored train and the three 'Iron Scepter' light armored trains have arrived here one after another—these big guys who can carry and fight are an important reliance for us to advance in the wasteland."

"Yes, we have received the corresponding construction tasks here, and Bruce and I are co-supervising these things personally," Gordon nodded, and said while walking towards the main road leading to the depths of the base, "Everything is going well so far. .”

"It seems that our side is in good condition," Philip nodded with satisfaction, and then said after a pause, "The propulsion base on Typhon's side has also been built at the foot of the magnificent wall, have you heard any movement from them recently? "

"yes,

General," Gordon said immediately, "according to our joint action agreement, the Typhons sent a messenger here the day they advanced to the Great Wall—the person sent by the 'General Wolf' himself. Now we are setting up a relay site on the hill on the east side, hoping to enable the remote communication between the two fortresses as soon as possible..."

"Andersa Wendell..." Hearing the name "General Wolf", Philip showed a thoughtful and emotional expression, "I heard that the border defense layout of the Typhon people is being adjusted, so as to Cooperate with this counterattack against the wasteland, but I didn't expect that she would come here in person...Now we are allied forces who are watching and helping each other, and it can only be said that the world is unpredictable."

"...Are you worried that the past rift between the two countries will affect the cooperation between the 'Wolf General' and us?" Gordon asked curiously, "I heard that she lost an eye in the previous war..."

"No, I'm not worried about this. Although she was once our strong enemy, she will also become our reliable ally when national interests demand it," Philip shook his head. He knew some inside information and had personal contact with her. After seeing the "little wolf", we can naturally make a more accurate judgment, "She is a respectable soldier."

There is still a word in his heart: don't worry about the "rift" between Andersa and Cecil (or the old Ansu), the old misunderstanding has long been resolved, and her father is still in Sorin Plain In my research institute, I live a comfortable life of clocking in and going to get off work every day and grabbing meals in the cafeteria with my colleagues...

He shook his head, shaking the irrelevant things out of his mind, and then asked with a slightly serious expression: "Just now you mentioned the relay site... What kind of design is the communication system between us and other camps now? Not only with Among the camps of the Typhons, including our own satellite strongholds and remote outposts set up around."

Gordon thought for a while, and answered seriously: "It is better to follow the previous mature plan. When the distance is relatively close, the wireless communication between the magic network terminals will be used directly, and when the distance is far away, the information of the Great Wall itself will be used." Chain forwarding - the specific method is to build a relay station, use the relay station to send the signal to the sentinel tower, and then transmit the signal to another relay station at the far end through the communication channel between the sentinel tower. This can save nearly half of the The cost, and the technology of the silver elves is mature and reliable, and the radiation power of those ancient towers is enough for us to call directly to the propulsion base of the Typhon people here."

Philip listened carefully, but his expression gradually became more serious, which made Gordon on the side feel a little nervous.

"General, what's wrong with this?" The architect finally couldn't help asking after seeing the change in Philip's expression.

"Technically, I trust the judgment of you and the communication experts, but as a soldier, I always have some extra worries," Philip said slowly while thinking, "I have seen out-of-control crystal cluster army on the Holy Spirit Plain , I have seen out-of-control troops and hijacked communications on the front line of Winterhold. My experience tells me that many things in this world are not so reliable, especially things that are ancient and mysterious like the Great Wall...not to mention Said that it is not fully under our control."

Gordon's expression gradually became serious: "You mean..."

"There was a problem with the Great Wall. At that time, a lot of aberrations came in. You have also experienced that period, and you should remember it very well. Later, we repaired it with the multinational joint, but to be honest, That's just patched the loopholes and strengthened the wall, but the 'cause' that caused the problem of the high wall has not been completely solved, and you know this." Philip looked into Gordon's eyes, "The great architect, Have you ever thought about what to do if there is another problem with that wall?"

Gordon's heart skipped a beat.

"In addition to the communication channel based on the Great Wall, we also need to establish a backup channel...at least one backup," said the great architect who had personally experienced the repair operation of the Great Wall while thinking, "This requires More relays and mobile comms, especially between us and the Typhon bases... maybe an additional depot or two to secure the passage..."

"There is no need to worry about the cost," Philip said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty has given us enough authority to do this."

Gordon lowered his head: "Yes, General."

Philip nodded, then turned his head to look at the silver-haired young man who was following behind him: "Fendil, you are the commander of the communications unit, starting today, you have to bring your soldiers to follow the communications experts here to get familiar with this place as soon as possible. system - including those relay stations in the wild. Doing this in a wasteland environment is different from what you do in Imperial College, and I hope you can understand this soon."

The young heir to the north immediately puffed up his chest and called out meticulously: "Yes, General Philip!"

...

Andersa Wendell looked back at the ancient tower in the distance.

The majestic energy barrier of the majestic wall is like a waterfall filled with twilight, towering in the southwest of the propulsion base, no matter which direction you look at from the base, the shock it brings will not weaken even a little bit.

Sometimes it is really hard to imagine... The Silver Empire seven hundred years ago could build such a magnificent miracle, and this magnificent miracle reminds everyone who witnessed it, reminding them of the piece of land inside the barrier. How dangerous is the wasteland.

Andersa exhaled softly, restraining her exclamation about the ancient history, she left the window of the command room, returned to her tactical desk, and glanced at the several maps and some documents waiting to be confirmed.

Although this propulsion base built by thousands of engineering mages day and night has established a firm foothold on the edge of the wasteland, all this is only necessary for the grand counterattack plan led by Typhon, Cecil, and Silver. It's just a beginning, and more troops will be assembled in these bases in the future, and more supplies will be transported from the country to the front line. The engineering troops will cross that energy barrier. She will rekindle the lights of civilization in the wasteland—and she has a lot of work to do in order to achieve these inspiring goals.

Andersa sat down in her chair, and at this moment, there was a regular knock on the door. After getting permission, the door was opened, and a short female adjutant stepped in. .

Her complexion is slightly dark, with the characteristics of a minority in the southern part of the empire, her silver-white hair is draped behind her shoulders, her eyes are calm and restrained, with slightly golden pupils showing that she is a thin hybrid from a certain night elf ancestor blood.

This is Andersa's new adjutant, a subordinate she personally selected after returning to the military and political system - after the God-hunting battle that changed everyone's fate, countless old faces disappeared, and countless new faces appeared , this mixed race from the south of the empire is one of such new faces.

"Korea," the young wolf general glanced at his new adjutant and nodded slightly, "It seems that the messengers sent to Cecil Base have returned."

"Yes, I just handed over to them," the silver-haired woman named Claire nodded, her voice was low and soft, and at the same time she took another step forward, and placed a light yellow flower frozen in ice crystals in Ender's mouth. On Sha's desk, "This is for you."

"...Flower? Where did you get it?" Andersa looked at the little flower in the ice crystal in surprise. It still maintained the appearance of being picked just now. It was out of place, and it was obviously impossible to get it from the nearby wilderness, which made her frown quickly, "Could it be that some stupid and short-sighted supply officer transported it from the rear? If so, that person can be caught—— We've only had a firm foothold here for two days!"

"Of course not," Claire shook her head. "It was brought by the returned messengers—it was picked from near the base of the Cecilians."

Andersa became even more surprised when she heard this: "Near Cecil's base? Isn't their base... also in the wasteland radiation area? How could there be..."

"The messengers were also surprised by this. They said that there was a piece of land on the edge of the Cecil's base where lush plants grew, which was like a miracle-the Cecil explained that this was because of the underground biomass pipelines and nutrient networks. Grid is having an impact, but we don't know the details."

"... Is it the 'mysterious technology' of the Cecils again... Well, I should get used to it, after all, they even have a giant tree that can cover the city," Andersa rubbed her forehead, but her eyes turned again Landing on the little flower in the ice crystal, a smile emerged from the corner of her mouth, "Then put it here, it's very beautiful. Thank you messengers for me."

The adjutant nodded to accept the order, and Andersa asked casually after a short thought: "Is there any new news from Winter Wolf Castle?"

"Lord Ferdinand has sent news that Winter Wolf Castle is fine, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Is everything alright with grandfather..." Andersa muttered softly, but she couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

The elderly grandfather returned to the frontier fortress where he had been in charge for half his life. The Border Knights temporarily reorganized from several incomplete regiments successfully took over the defense of Winter Wolf Castle under his grandfather's wrist, and she led the formation The complete Winter Wolf Legion was dispatched to the front line facing the wasteland, preparing a plan to counterattack the wasteland together with the Cecils and the silver elves.

Behind the seemingly smooth and reasonable scheduling is the embarrassing reality that the empire was seriously injured after the war. Although everything is improving now, and the economy and people's livelihood have also recovered and even increased rapidly with the launch of the circum-continental route, there are some things But there is no way to "accelerate" - experienced and capable generals can't grow out of the ground overnight.

The old man who retired to the second line was also pulled out of his home to command the Border Corps...

Andersa suddenly shook her head vigorously, and pushed aside the slightly negative sighs in her mind.

Things will get better eventually, and temporary difficulties shouldn't affect her status here.

...

When the generals at the foot of the magnificent wall were actively preparing for the plan to counterattack the wasteland, Gawain and Amber finally left the continent of Tarrond shrouded in the polar night, and returned to Loren after a long absence.

They did not return to Cecil City, but went directly to the contracting fort where the "gate" project was located.

The castle named "Contract" stands high in the center of the plain, but the wasteland around the castle has undergone earth-shaking changes thanks to the efforts of a large number of engineering teams. The rising blue flames can almost scorch the clouds in the sky. Looking down from a high altitude, you can see a series of neatly planned roads, pipe networks and power guide rails between those facilities. Large-scale engineering components with complex and mysterious structures, even the giant dragon from Tarrond, can't help but sigh when seeing this scene.

"You guys really made a big deal..." Melita Purnia pierced through the clouds and couldn't help sighing after seeing the scene of the Fort of the Treaty area.