Chapter 695 History Is Advancing

Philip realised the situation was out of control when the flares suddenly rose from the vicinity of Highland Four.

The battlefield is composed of countless accidents and inevitables, countless plans and accidents.

The well-trained professional soldiers on the Iron Throne responded in the shortest time possible, and the small secondary guns in the arsenal and tactical sections were roughly aimed in the direction of the flare in a few seconds, followed by a series of artillery fire. Roaring - Orbital shells swept through the air in a pale green trajectory, and then burst into strong flames on the high ground, illuminating the gloomy and gloomy wasteland in the wind and rain, but everyone knew that this round of artillery fire countermeasures was just a failure of the plan Just try to salvage some of the victories as much as possible.

The flares that have been fired are unstoppable-in the drowsy sky, the bright blood-colored light shone on the entire highland and the large plains near the highland, and the main Typhon troops on the Changfeng Defense Line must have seen it. .

The rapid bombardment of the secondary artillery only lasted for thirty seconds, and Philip ordered the entire vehicle to stop attacking—as a general who was no longer young, he knew that most of the Typhon troops on the Paramel Heights were already on the flares. It was transferred before it was raised, and the position covered by artillery fire should be left with only a few daredevils.

It might even be just a brave signal soldier.

"General, do you want to let the Griffin lift off forcibly to investigate?" The Deputy Sergeant Major of the Iron Throne asked cautiously, "Or send a group of Iron Rangers..."

Listening to the advice of his subordinates, Philip sighed slightly in his heart.

He knew, I'm afraid it's too late... The enemy's commander is a tricky guy, cautious and rational, and I'm afraid he already has a certain understanding of Cecil's equipment and fighting style, they will not stay nearby, and he also knows that at the current time To what extent the reconnaissance capabilities of the Griffon Knights and ground troops will be weakened under the weather conditions. At this time, most of the enemies are far away from the Iron Throne. Searching for a knights group that sneaked into the rain screen in the entire Paramel area is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

After all, it's much harder to find people who move loosely and can use trees for cover, compared to a large armored train with a prominent track.

But even so, he still ordered the release of the Griffin Rider out of caution. The Griffin refused to take off in this bad weather, and the Rider took a lot of effort to get the mount to perform a low-altitude hover, which was better than nothing. Reconnaissance, and the result is as Philip expected: the enemy has disappeared.

Knowing this situation, the young army commander had a calm expression, turned around and ordered the artillery commander beside him: "All secondary artillery, point to the fourth, sixth, seventh area and the northeast intersection, and bombard freely for ten minutes."

"Yes, General."

The magic unit of the Iron Throne is working again,

Amid the hum and the noise of the operation of the machinery, the roar of the secondary battery firing in turns echoed in the tactical section of the carriage. Philip ordered to open the armor on one side of the car. In the drowsy flash of light and the wind and rain, he stared intently. to the distance.

Tonight, Cecil's Sorcerer Legion encountered the most vigilant enemy so far. In that drowsy rain screen, Philip saw the real opponent of the Empire.

Before today, the Cecil Legion had faced all kinds of opponents. The private soldiers of the old nobles were crushed at the touch of a button. The traditional knights were brave but it was too late. Even man-made gods are just powerful monsters, and they will eventually fall into man-made traps...

To this day, in a confrontation in the wind and rain, everyone has brushed past the blade - the blades of the two sides slashed each other's throats, the difference is by the slightest, in the battle accumulated by countless accidents and accidents, in Cecil After the Legion built a near-perfect trap with the help of the weather and intelligence, the Typhons exited the battlefield almost unscathed.

The bloody battle did not break out, but everyone broke out in a cold sweat.

...

Thunder-like explosions came from different directions from far and near. The bright line that cut through the sky fell on the Paramel Heights. The flash of the explosion rose and went out in the rainy night. The ground was shaking and the air was shaking. The saturation bombing of an entire group of magicians is frightening, and the ears are buzzing.

The first knights of the winter wolf quickly shifted their positions in the wind and rain, and the explosion flashes lit up everywhere and the lightning in the sky exploded in turn, illuminating the knights' swords and armors that were wet by the rain, under each helmet. , has a pair of slightly tense eyes.

But the Knights were still in order, and under the command of the commander, they carried out the quickest transfer with the least movement.

Andersa was riding on the horse and saw the flash of the explosion suddenly flashed from the vicinity, she pursed her lips tightly and did not say a word.

The Cecil launched a terrifying attack, and the intensity of the attack proved her previous judgment was correct - the strength of the steel monster was no small matter, and a regular knights simply could not confront it head-on, and strategic shifting was the only choice to protect herself.

Perhaps only the reorganized magician group and the prepared Iron River Knights can fight against monsters of that level.

The young wolf general looked back, the red magic signal had dissipated in the clouds, and in the depths of the dark rain curtain, only a bright line continuously cut through the sky.

She was actually relieved.

Although the enemy's attack was fierce, from the situation of its distribution, it can be judged that they did not exceed Typhon's reconnaissance methods in this rainy night. They have lost their position as the knights, and the blind strikes they are now carrying out are only touching. Just luck.

The heavy rain that once delayed the operation of the Knights of the Winter Wolf has now become an umbrella for Andersa and her soldiers during the shelling.

Next, whether she and the First Knights of the Winter Wolf can escape this rainy night safely, can only hope for luck like the Cecil people.

May God bless Typhon.

The young wolf general raised his head and watched the raindrops falling in the darkness, and whispered to himself, "I hope the rain doesn't stop..."

The adjutant accompanying him heard Andersa's self-talk, but he didn't understand the content, and asked subconsciously, "General?"

"It's nothing," Andersa shook her head, looking back at the direction where the steel monster was docked for the last time, and then turned to look at her adjutant, "That decayed and weakened kingdom is already history, the new Cecil Empire is a strong enemy."

Tonight, the elite army of the empire encountered the most vigilant enemy so far. In the drowsy rain screen, Andersa saw the real opponent of the empire.

...

The Typhonian troops retreated, stopped suddenly when they were about to enter the defensive area of ​​Changfeng Fortress, and then turned back in place.

The heavily armed Maryland left the castle and came to the wall of Changfeng Fortress facing Typhon, looking at the dark plain for a long time without saying a word.

The exposure of the Iron Throne was an accident. The battlefield itself is a place where there is never a shortage of surprises. However, according to General Philip, the exposure of the Iron Throne may be related to the cautious and targeted investigation conducted by the commander of Typhon. Maryland couldn't help but think of the situation where her carefully planned "deception tactics" were seen through.

He smiled lightly and shook his head: "That 'little wolf'... lives up to its reputation."

"General," Adjutant Payne came to the city wall and came to Maryland's side, "There is a message from the Iron Throne that they have stopped shelling, and it is preliminarily judged that the Typhon army is not left behind."

"...This time, fate favors the Typhons," Maryland said calmly after a moment of silence. "The information will be collected and passed on to His Majesty. How the situation develops after that... is not our concern."

"Yes, General."

The rain stopped unknowingly, with the cool but cold autumn wind blowing over the city wall, the dark clouds in the sky quietly dispersed, this drama that lasted from the afternoon to the night ended with the wind and rain, and the stars shone from the gaps in the clouds. Earth, cold and cold.

"What a good rain..." Maryland whispered. "It came just right, and it stopped just right."

...

The information from the Eastern Border Pass was immediately passed on to Saint Sunil. In the study of Silver Castle, Gawain summoned his three grand consuls.

"Our border is secure, at least to the east," Gawain said straight to the point. "The Iron Throne has reached the border, and after a dramatic contest, the Typhons have retreated to their line of defense."

"This is detailed information." Amber's figure emerged from Gawain's side. She held several copies of the documents in her hand and distributed them to the three Grand Consuls one by one.

After Victoria took the information, she hurriedly scanned it. Although the language used in the information was very simple, it was enough to explain what happened. After a cursory glance, the Duke of Ice and Snow couldn't help but sighed softly: "Opportunity and Everyone passed by."

"That's fair," Baldwin?? Franklin put down the printer paper in his hand, "Anyway, the Typhons realized that the defense line of Longwind Fortress has been re-established, and they should be quiet."

Gawain shook his head and reminded: "It's a moment of silence - the empire that entered the industrial age does not have the character of 'moderate restraint', but now at least it's not up to them to decide. Hetty , what do you want to say?"

Hetty, who has not said a word since just now, raised his head and looked at Gawain: "Ancestor, Minister Norris has led a team of experts from the Ministry of Agriculture to enter the contaminated area of ​​the Holy Spirit Plain to evaluate the agricultural reconstruction plan there - from a long-term perspective, We really need to recuperate."

Facing Heidi's serious and slightly serious eyes, Gawain nodded: "Yes, we really need to recuperate...especially the reconstruction of agriculture."

The situation seems to be going well, the empire has been established, the coronation ceremony has greatly boosted the morale of all social strata, the order in the capital has been calmed down, nobles from all over the country have signed to support the restructuring, and the powerful Cecil war machine has stopped Typhon on the border. The conspiracy of man, and even the dominance of it for a time - all this seems to be delusional, and a radical optimist may even feel that the Cecil Empire is already a mighty giant, ready to sweep the world, but this As anyone in the room knows, this "smooth" is just an appearance.

It was the successive victories that inspired the heart, and the temporary redistribution of interests that concealed the emptiness inside. The truth behind the surface is that half of the food production area of ​​the Holy Spirit Plain was destroyed, a large number of refugees needed to be resettled, and the cities and villages after the war needed to be rebuilt... …

If the previous war was to regenerate this ancient and fallen kingdom from the ashes and cut off the rotten flesh, then what the current Cecil Empire needs is not to sweep the world, but to grow new flesh in the places where the rotten flesh has been cut off.

Among them, food is the most important thing. According to the emergency statistics just completed, the Cecil Empire is currently in short supply except for the southern and western borders. During the harvest season, in order to prevent a large-scale famine, Duke Baldwin has begun to contact the Ogre Tribal State to the west to discuss the purchase of grain. Under this situation, the empire must rest and recuperate.

"I also agree with Archon Hetty's opinion, but the crux of the question is how will Typhon react?" Duke Baldwin first affirmed Hetty, then frowned, "What happened on the Changfeng Defense Line? The 'contest' is very close to starting a war, but it didn't really turn into a melee between the legions, everyone walked around the cliff... This circle, but any explanation will do."

"It was them who took the initiative to approach the military defense area. From a moral point of view, the Typhons did not have the advantage, and our disadvantage was that we failed to leave that force, and we did not have enough evidence at hand. This is the current situation, and for the two As far as the country is concerned, as long as the evidence is not sufficient, everything can be dismissed," Gawain said, "On the other hand, from the perspective of willingness to start a war, Typhon should be more willing to sit down and have a good talk with us after today... Today's Typhon, the situation has been different."

Hetty frowned. "Is it because of their industrial and economic transformation?"

Gawain glanced at Hetty, his eyes slightly approving: "Yes, they have a new 'cake', and now those small and medium-sized nobles who have been damaged by the restructuring are busy redistributing their interests, the biggest pressure inside Typhon One has been temporarily eased. Until they encounter the next bottleneck, Rosetta Augustus does not need to continue to push the war persistently. His current focus should be to control the process of industrial and economic transformation and prevent his The Empire spirals out of control in the process..."

"Then..." Baldwin?? Franklin pinched his temples, "Your Majesty, we should give Typhon a signal."

"Of course," Gawain laughed, looking at Hetty, "notify Patrick immediately and place a new order for Typhon. Then... we wait patiently for Rosetta Augustus to respond. it is good."

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