Chapter 693 Accidental and Inevitable

The cold wind became more and more cold, and the rolled up flag slapped on the metal flagpole, bringing out a gust of wind and thunder, and the soldiers in the fortress were quickly mobilized under the order of emergency assembly, and came to the city wall, In various combat positions such as sentry towers and bunkers, a knight in a dark blue short cloak held a long spear with a narrow-sided swallowtail flag, and ran through the entire section of the city wall shouting passwords all the way. Down, the rune between the gaps in the knight's armor streaked a streamer on the city wall.

Maryland retracted his gaze from the city wall and turned to his adjutant who had followed him for many years: "Payne, how long until those Typhons reach Paramel Heights?"

"Within two hours," the adjutant replied immediately, "if the rain does not start before then."

"Two hours..." Maryland frowned, "Has the scout clearly seen the specific flag and size of the Knights?"

"Because of the interference between the clouds and the enemy's Griffin Knights, the vision is very poor, and it is impossible to judge how many people there are, but it is certain that it is not the Knights of the Iron River or the Knights of Black Steel."

"Isn't the Knights of the Iron River and the Knights of Black Steel?" Maryland froze for a moment, and a thoughtful look suddenly appeared on her face.

The adjutant showed a slightly puzzled expression: "Yes, General - what did you think of?"

"...The other side still has the last bit of caution, and the regular troops of the Winter Wolf Legion are sent out... Maybe this will become our opportunity." Maryland glanced at the sky outside, her expression was serious, and her thoughts turned quickly.

"They should want to use the regular knights to check the position first. The Knights of the Iron River or the Knights of Black Steel are on standby in the plains... Those two knights have legion-level charge combat skills, once they accumulate enough on the plains The power of , can destroy city-level shields in a short period of time... The large shield of Changfeng Fortress may be able to block it, but it should be very difficult.

"If the enemy commander judges that we don't have enough soldiers on our line of defense, they should soon be able to judge that Longwind Fortress doesn't have enough defenders either, and then the Knights of the Iron River will charge, even if they can't even once Breaking the big shield of Changfeng Fortress is enough to hit us hard. What's more important is that they will enter the close range of Changfeng Fortress after this, and the Iron Throne can't provide artillery support.

"It's very prudent, there's nothing wrong with the tactics, but it creates a deadly time lag...

"Iron Throne - where is Zero now?!"

The adjutant thought for a while: "I was entering the Karon Valley during the last communication."

"Can they speed up?"

The adjutant frowned: "This could put a lot of weight on the power ridge...should require some adjustment and repair afterwards.

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"It doesn't matter, it can safely stop at Paramel Heights for a period of time after this, without having to lead a furious god across the entire plain like last time, the magicians have time to slowly repair it. ," Maryland said quickly, "send a letter to General Philip, asking him to speed up... As long as the Iron Throne arrives in time, the Typhons will have nothing to fear."

"Yes, General!" The adjutant shouted.

Maryland took a deep breath. The cold autumn wind that was about to come through the window and blew into the room. In this wind that contained the smell of damp earth, he whispered to himself: "It will rain..."

The rain seemed to be about to start, but it seemed that it was still entangled by clouds. The dark and dark armored front of the Iron Throne split the moist air and crossed the border of the last province in the east in the wind. The trees on both sides of the track and The stones were quickly retreating outside the car window, and along with the cold wind, there was an emergency communication from Changfeng Fortress.

"The Typhons have begun to march, and the situation in Changfeng Fortress is critical."

Philip strode to the center console of the Iron Throne, and asked the technical sergeant who manipulated the active power ridge: "Can the speed be improved?"

"Already the fastest, General," the technical sergeant replied loudly. "The power ridge is fully loaded, and all the repulsion units have been activated."

"We need to go faster," Philip said in a deep voice. "I authorize you to overload the active ridges—and, in addition, transfer all the energy of the shield to the propulsion unit."

A turning point was approaching, and Philip was vaguely aware of it.

The turning point is which of the Typhons' Legion-level charge or the Iron Throne's artillery can reach the front first.

In this era, in the conventional fortress offensive and defensive warfare, the war is long and slow. A traditional army often needs to be besieged for many years to determine the survival of a fortress. This is in almost all the noble wars in the old Ansu Kingdom It is the norm, but the veterans who stayed in the fortress in the East have reminded that Typhon's Transcendent Legion has changed the rules of war——

The Typhons regard superhumans as professional soldiers, and even start to cultivate children with basic talents from the age of six. These mass-produced superhumans have poor talents and may not even be qualified as apprentices in the eyes of traditional mages. , but the Typhons concentrated them and let them master one or two abilities as a day for more than ten years, and finally trained a special army of transcendents-those soldiers may only know one skill, only knight charge or A bolt of lightning, but when they assembled in thousands, they gave birth to a terrifying force known as "Legion-level Spell".

After abandoning the unnecessary "pride" of the extraordinary and the constraints of the old "orthodox school", these professional soldiers or battle mages who were born for war can exert their power on the battlefield as much as Cecil's magic corps. Once their large army is assembled, once they accumulate their strength, they can decide the victory or defeat of a fortress offensive and defensive battle in a short time.

This key reform of the Typhons has been carried out for more than ten years. Due to the growth cycle of mass-produced superhumans, several ace knights and mages have not been finally formed until recent years. In the first contact a few years ago, the Eastern Frontier Corps at that time almost suffered a big loss - if it wasn't for the fact that the Typhons were not proficient enough to master legion-level spells, plus the then Silas Loren The Duke responded in a timely manner, I am afraid that Changfeng Fortress has already fallen.

But the Ansu Kingdom at that time was still immersed in singing and dancing, and in the false and corrupt illusion of peace-they were behind an entire era, but the crisis in the east did not wake them up, and the sound of cannons in the south did not wake them up. .

Now that the Typhons have reassembled their Transcendent Legion, the shortcomings and shortcomings exposed in the previous battle should have been made up, but the former Ansu Kingdom has also been reborn - the new Imperial Legion may be immature, but as long as If the time is in time, Changfeng Fortress can withstand it.

If Changfeng Fortress is first to be defeated by the Legion-level spells of the Typhons, then the Iron Throne will not be able to support itself even if it reaches Paramel Heights. If the Iron Throne reaches the shelling position first, then it is not ready to mention Feng Chaofan Legion will be hit hard.

The two countries have been entangled for so long that the turning point is compressed into the next few hours.

The technical sergeant reached out to a hidden mechanism under the console, and after turning the key, an originally locked cover on the console popped up.

A prominent big red button appears in a groove under the cover, with just a few words on the button: System-wide overload.

The big red button was tapped hard, and after an extremely short delay, the entire train shook instantly, all the mechanical devices let out a low roar, and the humming of all the magic units became loud and high-pitched.

The armor plates on both sides of the Iron Throne were pushed by the mechanical structure to open gaps, and dim red light emerged in the gaps. The heat generated by the overload of the power ridge distorted the air near the train, and the reserve water used for emergency cooling. Injected into the groove between the power ridge and the mechanical device, a large amount of hot air rushed out of the track, and the huge body of the Iron Throne-Zero accelerated again in the steam, rushing towards the eastern border...

The wind became stronger, and the damp and cold air rolled up the swallowtail flag in the hands of the leading knights. Even if there was a breeze shield or aura protection to block the surrounding cold wind, the constant whistling of the wind was still enough to make people feel irritated. .

Andersa looked up at the sky, then glanced at the Paramel Heights, which was already in sight, and silently led the team to move forward.

A very faint sound came from the helmet, accompanied by some kind of light "knocking".

Andersa stretched out her hand and watched a drop of water bloom on the surface of the gauntlet, her face and eyes instantly gloomy.

"It's raining, General."

The adjutant beside him said in a low voice.

"I saw……"

Andersa said dully, more and more raindrops connected into rain lines and became denser in her sight.

The gods seemed to be on the side of the Cecil.

But Andersa just raised the long sword expressionlessly and swung it forward: "Go on!"

Rain will slow down the advance of the Knights, even if they are the elite of the empire, even if the extraordinary can ignore the weather to a large extent, this kind of "sluggishness" still exists, the difference is only in the degree.

The First Knights of the Winter Wolf Legion marched silently in the rain. All the soldiers faithfully implemented the orders from the commander. The Griffin Knights hovering in the air lowered their height to provide effective vision and early warning for the ground troops as much as possible. As the rain became heavier, the surrounding light became dim, and lightning began to brew in the thick clouds in the sky. The height of the Griffin Knights dropped again and again, and finally they were almost hovering above the knights' heads.

This trek continued for a while, and when Andersa had begun to suspect that the Cecils did not exist, she suddenly heard a loud and penetrating cry from the griffins in the air—

There was a flash of light on the high ground in the distance.

"defense!"

Andersa shouted loudly for the first time, and almost at the same time, all the knights drew their long swords and stood in front of them. The magic power surged, and light white halos spread out, and in an instant, they formed a shroud over the team. Shield - After a moment's delay, some kind of weapon that was difficult to detect with the naked eye fell on the shield.

With a loud bang, the Cecilian's weapon created a powerful explosion, and some knights stirred slightly, but the solid shield remained motionless.

Andersa clenched her long sword, her protective aura was surging, and she was ready to guide legion-level spells to deal with the enemy, but the continuous bombardment mentioned in the information did not come.

"Maintain a defensive stance and move on!"

With swords in hand, the knights continued to advance silently under the command of the commander, and after a while, the attack with the explosion and scream came again.

This time, Andersa and her soldiers were not shaken in the slightest, and the young wolf general even felt a burst of joy——

She was right!

The speed of the knights gradually began to increase, and after the third attack, there was no movement from the Cecil's position.

Andersa took the lead and led the entire team to trot across the last obstacle to the target position. With the neighing of horses, the flattened and fortified land appeared in her field of vision. .

The Cecilians on the original position have all been evacuated, leaving only an empty platform, and a lot of debris that was too late to be evacuated and strange-shaped things covered by tarpaulins.

"This position is fake!" the adjutant shouted, "General, you are right!"

The knights looked at each other in dismay, and then they began to shout, and someone began to shout Andersa's name with admiration and respect, and prepared to go forward to receive the Cecilian positions and those materials that had not been evacuated in time-the opponent's evacuated obviously In a hurry, it is impossible to take away all those rumored and heavy magic weapons. What they leave here will be a valuable source of intelligence for the Typhon Empire.

But Andersa suddenly raised her hand and shouted to stop the actions of her subordinates: "Don't get close!"

After finishing her subordinates, the female knight turned over and dismounted, spun the long sword in her hand, and then suddenly raised the long sword and swung it forward—

A layer of dazzling light floated on the surface of the long sword, and when it was swung, it turned into a powerful shock wave, sweeping across a stack of debris in the distance.

A deafening explosion immediately centered on the debris and erupted along the surrounding trenches and sheet coverings.

Andersa didn't know how many styles and models of magic equipment the Cecils had.

But being alert to the magic traps on the battlefield is a quality that every soldier must have.

The protective aura launched by Andersa and the adjutant blocked some scattered fragments of the explosion, and the nearby knights took a slight step back, and some had a look of shame on their faces - Andersa just glanced at them and shook her head : "Never underestimate the enemy, even if you mock them every time you drink and brag."

After saying this, she threw her long sword and nodded to the mage next to her: "Send a signal to the Knights of the Iron River - this farce created by the Cecil people should end."

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