Chapter 701 The Legacy of the Duke of the East

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A page was gently turned over in the report, and it was the experience and lessons learned by countless soldiers on the Paramel Heights that day.

There were not only the Typhons but also the Cecils at the edge of the blade that day.

Any new thing is imperfect at the beginning of its birth, and often the more advanced it is, the more so, even if scholars exhaust their efforts to deduce, even if Gao Wen, who has accumulated three million years of experience for three generations, gives guidance, human Creatures will never be perfect.

Relying on the technology and concepts that have crushed an era, the Cecil Corps once swept the entire southern border and swept the Holy Spirit Plain, but when facing the Typhons, some shortcomings that no one had discovered before would still be exposed—— Although the Typhons took a different route from Cecil, they were already powerful enemies that could make the Sorcerer Legion fully fight. In the face of a powerful enemy, any shortcoming would be fatal.

"Armored trains are a new thing. Even experienced veterans can only slowly explore the Iron Throne. It is normal for mistakes to occur in the process," Gawain said as if to himself, "Philip can Finding these flaws and summarizing them in a short period of time is the most important..."

"The Typhons have seen the armored train with their own eyes, and the successfully evacuated force will definitely bring back a lot of key information," Amber said next to him, "Will they interrupt the railway construction agreement with us because of this? After all, armored trains Once things enter the territory, the harm caused is not comparable to ordinary troops..."

"They will be aware of the danger, but they can't deny the huge value of rail transportation. I'm not too worried about this," Gawain shook his head, "but they will definitely find a way to counteract, or change the track specifications to prevent congestion. Sear-style trains enter the country directly, or emergency interruption mechanisms are set up on key inbound railways...all of which are possible."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze back to the thick report, and he found that there were still many pages behind it, and it seemed that this weighty report was far from over.

After turning the page, his eyes suddenly froze, and the expression on his face became complicated.

On that page, Maryland only wrote one sentence: "...the above-mentioned information on Typhon's military and the suggestions for improving the Changfeng Defense Line are not my own ingenuity. Your Majesty, the merits of Duke Silas ? Loren should not be buried."

Amber noticed the change in Gawain's expression, and approached curiously again: "What is this?"

Gao Wen flipped the pages of the paper, and what caught his eye was the manuscript data from the archives of Changfeng Fortress, scanned and photocopied page by page.

That was left by Silas Laurent,

Regarding the detailed information about the Typhon Frontier Corps, some of them were written and sorted out by Duke Roren himself, some were reports from lower-level commanders, and some were even originals of intelligence sent back to the fortress at the risk of death by former East Frontier intelligence officers.

The written records, the hand-painted topographical drawings, the identification features of several of Typhon's main knights, the new weapons and equipment they used, and even... even the emblem and organization information of the Iron River Knights were impressively included. .

On some of the photocopies, you can see the annotations and marks left by Silas Lauren, and on others, there are things that look like bloodstains.

Behind these documents, there is a group of things that look like letters or journals - basically the handwriting of Silas Lauren and Belk Lauren and their sons, which record in detail the construction and addition of the Changfeng Defense Line. The situation records the threat of the Typhon Transcendent Legion and the shortcoming of Ansu's national structure at that time.

Gawain saw the letter written by Silas Laurent to the nobles of the royal capital. It mentioned that the construction of Changfeng Fortress had overburdened the eastern border, and he hoped to raise some of the money, as well as to the king and to others. The two Duke Protectors...

Gawain didn't know whether Francis II and the other two Dukes of Protectorate responded to these letters at that time (mostly they responded, otherwise the Changfeng Defense Line would not have been successfully built), but the appeals and appeals written to the nobles of the royal capital... ...I'm afraid it's all sinking into the sea.

Because just as "my vassal's vassals are not my vassals", the noble lords of Anzu also adhere to the code of "my neighbor's territory is not mine".

The second half of the entire report is full of these photocopies, but they are obviously not all, and Maryland writes clearly at the end of the report: "...the above information is only a small part, in the archives of Longwind Fortress, we I have found a lot of surveillance records about Typhon and information about the defense line. After finishing the sorting, I will send a complete copy back to the imperial capital, please wait for your majesty."

Amber came to Gawain's side, followed after reading all these things, and finally couldn't help shaking his head and muttering: "It's a pity."

"Apart from history itself, I'm afraid we are not qualified to evaluate Silas Lauren's merits and demerits, but at least in terms of this information, the Grand Duke of the Eastern Region left behind a valuable treasure," Gao Wen sighed, "Then replied. Maryland, let him put his legacy to good use—his proposal for the Changfeng Line, which I approved."

"it is good."

After putting down the heavy report, Gawain rubbed his forehead a little tiredly, then leaned back on the chair and said while relaxing his tight shoulders: "Philip mentioned the limitations of the Griffin Knight... I don't know Rebe. How's the project on the card side going?"

"I went to watch the fun two days ago, and saw that they were digging out something like a giant spinning top from the deformed shelf," Amber said casually, "Maggie was also there, in half-dragon and half-human form. There are a lot of iron pieces hanging on the wings, I don't know what I'm doing, it looks like a clothes rack..."

"Rebecca seems to be planning to use the principle of dragon flight to propel the aircraft," Gao Wen smiled, "If she can succeed, then it's really done in one step, and even the transitional propeller scheme can be omitted..."

"I'm really looking forward to the day they fly successfully," Amber said. "I've always been curious about what it's like to see the earth from a high altitude, but I can't always learn how to control a griffin. What else did the Pittman guy say? He wants to master the Druid's Animal Transfiguration, and when the time comes, he will become a giant eagle and take me to fly, but after ten years of practice, he has become a quail, and he needs me to kick him when he takes off..."

Gao Wen: "..."

It was the first time he had heard that Pittman had such glorious deeds and special skills?

At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from the corridor, followed by a regular knock on the door. Gawain raised his head and let the knocker in. After the study door opened, a man in a blue and white uniform appeared. The attendant came in.

"Your Majesty, a special piece of information," the attendant said respectfully, and handed over a printout, "from the Rock City Council."

"Rock City?" Gawain said somewhat unexpectedly, reaching out to take the printout handed over by the attendant. After a while, his expression became strange.

Amber immediately leaned over curiously: "Hey, what's wrong?"

Gao Wen: "The Panshicheng Municipal Affairs Office reported that there was an unlicensed superhuman who cast spells and smuggled in in the prison over there, eating and drinking in the cell, and he couldn't drive him away."

Amber was stunned: "That's it? Is such a little thing reported to you?"

The corner of Gawain's mouth trembled: "This person calls himself Bud Wendell."

Amber didn't react for a while: "Bud? Wendell, it sounds familiar, which one is it... Ah! The one that was blown up by Byron?!"

"Wendell is the surname of the Typhon noble family. It's not easy to share the same name in this respect," Gawain said with a strange expression. "This is really...is the real world the most dramatic..."

...

Typhon Empire, Aldenan.

After receiving the order, Andersa, who returned at full speed, once again set foot on the streets of the city where she was born and raised.

Riding in the Wendell family's carriage, and listening to the sound of the wheels rolling over the road, Andersa opened the cover on one side of the carriage, and looked at the scenery on the street and the passersby in a trance.

She knew it had been a long time since she left the city, but the changes in the city still exceeded her expectations.

Some old buildings were demolished, some unknown buildings appeared on the streets, even the houses that I knew, some were hung with strange signs, called what xx company, xx factory, misty. Aldenan was shrouded in a layer of gray, and a faintly weird smell filled the fog. This smell was not good, which made Andersa frown subconsciously.

Is this the "new atmosphere in the imperial capital" described in letters from China?

Andersa frowned, looking at the rush of people on the road, she still remembered what the city used to be like, remembered the leisurely and proud citizens, remembered the comfortable, unhurried rhythm here, but now Aldenan, however, is like a clockwork being wound up in a mechanical clock. It seems that a rapidly rotating gear is driving everyone. The pedestrians in sight are walking fast, as if they dare not waste even a minute. At the end of the street, there are either tall and ugly factory buildings or tall chimneys...

Most of the city is still the same as when she left, but a subsurface change seems to have changed everything, and Andersa feels that she doesn't know this place.

As the carriage drove through the long street and gradually approached the Wendell family's mansion, Andersa finally calmed down and began to think about the things she had to face.

She went home, but she felt that it was not honorable for her to come back this time.

The carriage stopped smoothly at the door of the house, and servants came out of the door to greet them. These people all had beaming smiles-in any case, it was worthy of these people to be happy when the eldest lady came home, and except for ordinary servants, The familiar butler also walked out the door and came to the door of the carriage.

The housekeeper bent down: "Miss, welcome home."

Andersa stuck her head out: "Is grandfather at home?"

"Yes, he is waiting for you in the flower hall."

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