Chapter 641 Situation

In the evening of the same day, the ground troops of the Cecil Corps established a second artillery position on the southern plain of Saint-Sunil, and initially completed the fire coverage of the frontal defense line of the capital.

The battle is still not over, and there are still a large number of cluster giants operating in the southern and eastern regions. Driven by the instinct of destruction, these monsters will continue to attack the areas where the magic reaction and life reaction are dense - at this point, these gods are evil. Creation bears resemblance to the radically mutated aberrations of the Gondor Wastes - but one thing is certain, the crisis in San Sunil has been temporarily lifted.

In the next 20 hours, Gawain did not let the ground troops expand their positions blindly, but continued to reduce the number of crystal clusters in the open area south of the capital while maintaining the firepower advantage, while calling for armored cargo on the Gorgon River. The ship sent a group of engineers to the battlefield.

Under the cover of superior firepower and the assistance of a large number of engineering magic devices, the engineer team set up the first interception nets and temporary fortifications in the south of the battlefield overnight. Before noon on the seventh day, the magic energy of the individual burner was carried. Combat corps were dispatched to these fortifications in squads of seven, and in some key positions were garrisoned by more powerful white knights with heavy burners.

This line of defense will be used to intercept the crystal cluster giants spreading from the plains of the Holy Spirit. The crisscrossed fire-breathing bunkers, barbed wire, and interception stakes are the most powerful weapons against the charge of those monster groups - and before this battle is over, the sapper team The work will continue, and the interception fortifications and fire bunkers will cover the plains until more than half of the various materials carried by the transport fleet are consumed, and then the ground troops will switch to conservative operations, waiting for Philip's main force to join forces north.

On the towering city wall of Saint Sunil, the knights and warriors who finally got a chance to breathe are leaning on the wall to seize the time to rest. The crisis of the collapse of the defense line has been temporarily lifted, but it is far from being able to relax. There are still quite a few A large number of cluster monsters roamed outside the city walls, and no one dared to leave the line of defense until those monsters were completely eliminated.

A griffin wearing the royal coat of arms with a blue background and a golden edge rose into the air, left Saint-Sunil and flew south as the soldiers looked up and watched.

Countless pairs of eyes on the city wall were watching the griffin knight who bravely challenged the sky. Some warriors who were resting against the wall even stood up subconsciously. They watched the bird of prey fly over the western wall and over the mill town south of the capital. Ruins and Raven Mesa, one or two arcs of arcane arcs shot from the ground to the sky pierced the air and landed far behind the Griffin knight—in the end, the Griffin flew safely across the battlefield.

Wales watched the Griffin go away and breathed softly.

Since the capital was besieged, this is the first Gryphon Knight to successfully fly out on a reconnaissance mission - before this, dozens of well-trained Gryphon Knights have been killed in the dense arc of arc, basically Shangdu would be shot down as soon as they left the barrier. Although the number of cluster monsters has dropped sharply, the knight must have taken great courage when flying over the city wall.

May he return safely.

...

In the southern part of the royal capital, in the camp established by the ground troops of the Cecil Army, Gao Wen stared at the high wall of the royal capital that had already appeared within his line of sight.

In the distance outside the camp, in the direction of the two firepower heights, the continuous screams continued to come, and the sound of the shells falling and exploding sounded from a farther direction, and it seemed that it never stopped for a moment.

A faint icy breath came from behind him, Gawain turned his head and saw Victoria walking towards him.

The duchess came to the front with the second landing force, but she and her mountain regiment didn't really have much use on the "Cecil" front, so she was here. The main role is to act as a consultant - although Gao Wen has satellite map assistance, the resolution and detail analysis capabilities of the satellite perspective are limited after all, and he himself hardly understands the details around the capital. The existence of Victoria can alleviate this problem - The location of the second firepower highland was actually selected with reference to the information provided by the Duchess.

"The main enemy force on the frontal battlefield no longer poses a threat," Gawain nodded to the northern guardian and said indifferently, "Our next goal is to seal off the crossings in the south and east and block the follow-up of those monsters. ."

Victoria's icy face for a long time was unavoidably loosened at this moment. This unsmiling duchess seemed to put down some burden in front of Gawain. She took a long breath and showed a faint smile on her face. : "You saved the kingdom."

"But it's too early to say that," Gawain said casually. "The crisis is far from over."

His words have two meanings. One is that the crystal cluster army on the Holy Spirit Plain is far from being wiped out, and the other is that the end of all things will create a shocking crisis in the depths of the Holy Spirit Plain. I don't know when it will break out - of course Victoria only knows the first meaning, she nodded lightly: "As you said, we can't relax... The preservation of the capital is only the first step."

"Protect the capital..." Gawain said softly, his gaze turned to the north again, to the high walls of Saint Sunil, "It's already so close."

Victoria also turned her head following Gawain's line of sight - her eyes swept over the gleaming accelerated railguns not far away, over the chariots and regiments ready to go, over the Cecil flag flying in the wind above the camp, Finally, along the extension line of all these things, it landed on the city wall of the royal capital in the distance.

In the background of the roar of artillery from two highlands in the distance, Gawain suddenly became quiet.

It is true that Saint Sunil has been defended, but its function as a royal capital has existed in name only, whether it is its armed force or its ruling system.

And an extremely powerful Cecil Legion was stationed outside the city at the moment, and the master of the Legion had just completed the feat of saving the kingdom.

At this moment, Victoria thought of the foggy civil turmoil that changed Ansu's fate a hundred years ago, and the day when the head of the Wilder family came to the capital a hundred years ago.

"Duke Cecil, you..."

Gawain did not let Victoria continue: "Guess what Wales is thinking now?"

"...I can't guess his actions anymore," Victoria shook her head slightly. "Now that I think about it, maybe I didn't see through him from the beginning."

...

The griffins sent to the south have returned.

The griffin knight saw an amazing sight, brought back the latest intelligence, and the knight ran out of words to describe what he saw - rumbling chariots, flame-throwing soldiers, incomprehensible war machines , and their terrifying power.

Wales listened to the information on the wall without saying a word.

The Cecil Legion has essentially controlled the entire region, and their power can level the battlefield...

Maybe it's time to face the toughest decision of your life.

Wales left the city walls.

For the first time since his coronation seven days, the king returned to Silver Fort.

The meeting of nobles in the Golden Oak Hall was held again.

The reinforcements have arrived and the crisis has been lifted. Although there are still a small group of enemies lingering outside the city, the haze that has enveloped the city for many days has gradually dissipated. Except for the Cathedral of Holy Light, which still maintains its door closed, the interior of the royal capital has been closed. The urban area is almost enveloped in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, and as the masters of the upper class, the royal capital's reaction to this atmosphere is particularly obvious——

Many faces who were still terrified a few days ago are now smiling happily, and many people who were planning to flee with their families not long ago are now wearing fancy clothes and sashes - these former fleeing factions only changed their direction when the king was crowned. The speculators of , are now gathered in the Golden Oak Hall with a smile on their face, happily talking about the bright future.

Now, they are all worthy of defending Saint Sunil.

When Wales entered the Golden Oak Hall, he saw such a relaxed and happy atmosphere.

"Your Majesty, history will remember this day," a male noble wearing a white hair cap stood up and bowed to the king. "It turns out that great bloodline will manifest itself."

Wales didn't respond, just nodded lightly and walked slowly to his throne.

The nobleman who spoke had loaded all his valuable belongings into a carriage seven days ago, and even sent it to the city gate on the west side, but he keenly noticed the changes in the Silver Castle, so he urgently summoned the carriage and servants. came back.

The few people sitting on the west side of the long table, the swaying wall-riding faction, prepared to flee before the king was crowned, but they all swore allegiance immediately on the day of the king's coronation.

For hundreds of years, the nobles have lived so shrewdly, shrewdly cares about gains and losses, shrewdly safeguarded their own interests, shrewdly selected teams, shrewdly adjusted their camps, and shrewdly adjusted the direction of their investments.

The kingdom has experienced many ups and downs, and the society has been ups and downs. Even the blood of the king will inevitably encounter disasters like the civil strife in the foggy moon, but only the shrewd nobles will always accurately grasp the direction in this volatile and turbulent world, except for a few who fall and fall. Except for the others, most of them are eternal gainers.

Just like today.

Wales sat down on the throne, the blood-stained armor making an icy crash.

Many eyes immediately fell on him.

"The Cecil Corps has established a position in the south of the city," Wales said slowly. "It is only a day's journey from the capital."

There were some whispers in the hall, some people's expressions showed seriousness, and some people's eyes to Wales became complicated.

Aristocrats are decadent, but not stupid.

Almost everyone was instantly aware of the risks of the current situation - the risks for the royal family.

The capital has been fragmented, and the royal power exists in name only. The Knights suffered heavy casualties in the battle of defending the city, and most of the directly subordinate fiefs in the south were occupied.

And a powerful Principality Legion is now stationed outside the city.

The master of the legion is not a royal faction.

It is another Duke Protector who turned the tide, and another situation that is similar to "Civil Chaos in the Foggy Moon".

Those who were whispering stopped one by one, and they began to calculate in their hearts the balance of power in the kingdom in the future, and the way and angle of their next round of "investment", and the king sitting on the throne, in the Many people looked a little embarrassed.

Ordinary nobles can choose their positions in the game, but kings cannot.

Wales watched everyone's reaction but said nothing.

After all, these people are now defending Saint-Sunil.

But at least, as king, he still has the power to issue orders.

"Before the Duke of Cecil enters the city, we need to ensure the safety of the southern city wall," Wales said calmly after a moment of silence, "Gentlemen, this is about the decency of the many surnames in Saint-Sunil. "

Regardless of the situation, at least his words resonated with everyone present.

"We will organize forces to retake two strongholds outside the southern city wall as a 'gift' to welcome Duke Cecil," Wales continued, "One is Mill Town, and the other is Crow's Terrace further south."

After a short silence, there were many voices of approval in the hall.

Because these two areas are very close to the city wall, the sentries have already seen that there are basically no enemies in these two areas.

They are the best props for "ensuring decency".