Chapter 978

Typhon declares war.

Maryland stood in the tallest tower room of Changfeng Fortress, looking at the direction of the Typhon Empire through the crystal glass window, her face was tense, and she didn't say a word for a long time.

The order from the imperial capital and the declaration of war from Typhon were placed in his hands.

A gigantic vortex has taken shape, and whether it is the gods or Typhon's main battle faction stirring this vortex is now meaningless. People don't seem to have much choice - maybe this is really driven by the crazy and out of control god of war belief, but for Cecil's soldiers it makes no difference, the enemy who is ordered by the emperor and the enemy who is ordered by the gods They are all enemies, and the enemy is in the direction of Winter Wolf Castle.

The intelligence shows that the Winter Wolf Fort defense line has been carrying out large-scale military mobilization since last night. The large-scale main force is gathering, and even the Black Flag Battle Mage Group of Winter Fort is moving to the border, and there are more troops from inside Typhon. The information showed that several reserve corps may have also received orders from Aldenan. Although this last piece of information was vague, it was enough to corroborate the war intentions of the Typhons.

Cecil's advantage now is the speed of military action.

Maryland lowered his head, and on the table in front of him, spread out the tactical map of the Changfeng-Winter Wolf Fort area. The Covenant Fort is particularly conspicuous in the buffer zone in the center of the area. Beside this fortress symbolizing peace between the two countries, several A blue flag with Cecil's mark is being planted on the map.

...

On the open ground next to the Fortress of the Treaty, a mechanized force consisting of hundreds of tanks, multi-purpose infantry fighting vehicles and personnel carriers is standing in the cold wind, and Cecil's blue-backed gold-patterned flag is flying high in the winter sky. , the fort originally garrisoned by the two countries has now completely fallen into the hands of Cecil, and the small number of Typhons in the fort have become prisoners of war with little resistance - now their flags have been thrown on the ground , and they themselves... probably haven't figured out what's going on.

Inside an armored command vehicle, Philip exhaled slightly, and his expression gradually became cold and solemn.

A staff officer entered the command car, wrapped in cold air from the outside, he walked quickly to Philip's side, and asked in a low voice: "General, the next step..."

"Let's launch a lightning raid on Winter Wolf fort before dusk - heavy artillery onslaught, mass advance, no need to skimp on ammunition, our task is to destroy the core of the Typhon frontier defense before the main force of the Typhons can be mobilized and assembled - as for the specific action, It will be implemented in accordance with the second set of plans finalized before.”

"Yes, General!"

in the cold wind,

The surging power of the magic energy engines was released one by one, the bearings rotated, the connecting rods operated, the tracks rolled over the hard and barren earth, and the chariots made a low roar and began to move in the direction of the Typhon defense line.

...

Here comes the Cecil.

Several magical flames rose from the hilly area to the northwest. In the next few minutes, flashes of flames and explosions began to rise from that direction. After a short delay, the city wall of Winter Wolf Castle could be heard faintly. Jojo's roar came from a distance, and those low and vague roars made the soldiers a little nervous, and made Andersa's face even more gloomy.

After the young general wolf left the window and returned to the long table with a large tactical map, she looked at a senior officer in the castle: "Our mobile unit set up on the small triangle slope is at war with the Cecilians. ."

The officer was looking away from the tactical map. He looked into Andersa's eyes with a serious expression: "It is not close to the small triangle slope from the Fortress of the Treaty, and it takes two hours for the knights to arrive at a high speed. - The Cecil is faster than we thought."

"They mainly use chariots as their means of movement - all kinds of chariots," Andersa looked at her subordinates. "It is both a vehicle, a weapon, and a strong fortress."

"According to the available information, unless the knight forces are charged in advance and use the power of the joint shield and thermal cone to destroy the Cecil's 'steel push tactics' at one time, in any case, the regular forces will be in front of those tanks. When fighting, they will fall into a great disadvantage - on the other hand, the mechanized battle mage unit can confront those tanks, through flexible tactics and long-range attacks, but it is only confrontation, there is no obvious advantage, we need... …”

At this moment, a rush of footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, followed by the voice of the messenger, interrupting the officer's speech: "General! The Earl of Winterhold and the Black Flag Magician have arrived! The Earl is now outside."

Andersa immediately raised her head: "Let the Earl of Winterhold come in!"

Accompanied by a steady and powerful footstep, Earl Palin Winterhold, wearing a dark blue starry robe, with a gem short staff and a black magic book on his waist, stepped into the room. After seeing this familiar elder, Andersa clearly showed a relieved look, she got up to meet her: "Earl of Winterhold - we have been waiting for you."

"I hope I haven't missed anything," the Earl of Winterhold nodded. "I heard that the Cecilians are already attacking."

"Yes, the attack has already begun, and I am afraid that it will not take long to reach the defense line of Winter Wolf Fort," Andersa said calmly, "Now our mobile troops set up in the small triangle slope have been in contact with them."

Palin Winterhold hummed, and asked again, "Apart from the Black Flag, which troop is in place?"

"The Seventeenth and Twenty-two National Knights from the direction of Brown Valley have arrived at Winter Wolf Castle before noon, and then your Black Flag Magician - the rest of the troops are still on the way, and I'm afraid that the earliest It will arrive this time tomorrow."

"Then the Cecil people will definitely strive to storm the Winter Wolf Castle before this evening, in order to disintegrate this line of defense in advance," Palin Winter Castle said immediately, "Winter Wolf Castle is the only gateway to the empire from the northwest, Sisi You wouldn't want to see it turn into a hard rock..."

Several officers in the room could not help but whisper a few words, but the whole room soon fell back into silence.

Attacking and destroying a fortified fortress with shields and enchanted walls in one day and night was almost unthinkable in the old war order, but none of the people sitting here were ignorant countrymen, every one of them. One person has studied all kinds of information from Cecil, so they know very well - the Cecil have not only done this, but have succeeded more than once.

A series of deductions quickly flashed through Andersa's mind, and at the same time she couldn't help frowning and sighing: "It's all beyond expectations, our preparations are not enough..."

"It's not just beyond our expectations - I'm sure it's the same for the Cecilians," Palin Winterhold said flatly, "it's a war for which no one is prepared, and everyone is on the same page. On the starting line, after the vortex is formed, everyone will sink into it irresistibly, so we can be cautious and serious, but we can not be so pessimistic.”

Andersa exhaled and nodded: "It is true. The Cecil people are menacing, but..."

Just halfway through her words, she suddenly stopped as if she noticed something. The officers in the room didn't know what happened for a while, and they all looked at each other, but someone quickly responded, and they kept everyone quiet. In the silence, Andersa and her adjutant held their breaths together, listening carefully to the sounds coming from outside.

The dense explosions in the direction of the small triangular slope are rapidly thinning out.

"In less than half an hour," the adjutant on the side looked gloomy, "faster than we expected..."

An officer couldn't help but whispered: "If there is the Knights of the Iron River and the Order of Priests, the high-level war blessing and the strategic magic of the Battle Mage Order, we can stop the enemy's offensive in the northwest direction..."

Andersa glanced at the officer, then retracted her gaze: "We no longer have the Knights of the Iron River, nor the Order of Priests - only the main force of the Knights of the Winter Wolf, the Three Support Forces, and this fortress. Madam. Gentlemen, think about what to do with those Cecils on the basis of that, and that's facing reality."

Andersa still maintained a stern expression and a decisive tone, as if she did not waver at all, but as a familiar elder, Palin Winterburg could feel the deep depression and regret of this young wolf general. .

But he couldn't think of words of relief, and he knew that most of the people here were probably in a similar mood, and even himself was not very optimistic at the moment.

And this repression did not come from those Cecilians, nor did it come from the fear of battle-the soldiers of the Empire were never afraid of war, and what really shook them was Typhon's cloudy future.

The mutated Church of God of War, the out-of-control ace knights, the pollution that is hidden around and will suddenly erupt at no time, everyone tries not to discuss these things in such a place, but everyone knows that they are real Pressed in front of everyone, even a large number of officers will have a more terrifying worry after coming into contact with a deeper level of intelligence——

The Knights of the Iron River lost control under the influence of spiritual pollution, and they are believers of the God of War... So, as a believer of the God of War, or have been in contact with the belief of the God of War, will they suddenly fall into madness? Even... the things that you are thinking about and the tactics you are arranging at this moment are really out of your own free will?

Soldiers of the Empire are people too - these terrible pressures are shaking everyone's morale anyway.

"We have set up a large-scale arcane stress field on the west side of the defense line," Andersa suddenly broke the silence after a brief silence, "This is a response to the various characteristics of the magic engine and magic web substrate. Sexual traps, they should be able to play a considerable role - if the enemy's advance is successfully blocked, the strategic spell strike of the Black Flag Wizards must be more effective."

Palin Winterhold raised his eyebrows. "Arcane stress fields? That's the research results of the Royal Society of Mages... You've put them into practice?"

"It's barely usable," Andersa nodded. "The main reason is that there isn't enough time for the arrangement, but it can still exert a certain effect..."

After letting Lord Palin Winterhold go to rest temporarily, Andersa took a long breath. She was a little more relaxed than before, but only a little.

"Are we still unable to establish contact with the Cecil people?" She suddenly turned her head and looked at the adjutant who had followed her for many years.

"All attempts have failed," the adjutant immediately straightened his body and replied solemnly, "We tried to use the communication device to call the backup line of Changfeng Fortress, but the other party did not respond. We also sent three waves of messengers, but no one came back alive. —Looks like the Cecils have been thoroughly incensed, and they probably won’t negotiate with us until it’s decided.”

"Damn..." Andersa gritted her teeth, "Are their brains confused..."

The adjutant glanced at his superior with some worry, and after a moment of hesitation, the young man who had followed Andersa for many years couldn't help but said: "General, do you still think this war can be stopped? Substantial use of force has already been used... With all due respect, I think it is useless to try to contact those Cecil people and try to explain the misunderstanding at this time..."

"But the truth is that this shouldn't have happened!" Andersa stared at her adjutant, trying to keep her tone calm, "This war is not good for the empire, it is bad for everyone, only those who are polluted A lunatic can get some false satisfaction out of it—listen, call again, it's an order."

The adjutant met Andersa's gaze, and two seconds later he still bowed his head and accepted the order: "Yes, General, I'll go to the communication tower again."

The adjutant left, and Andersa stayed here, facing the disaster that was gradually crushing with a heavier heart.

Over time, more and more information began to gather in front of her.

That was the intelligence collected by the scouts and the Griffin troops in the sky at the risk of death - and in each piece of intelligence, the "steel push tactics" of the Cecil people was finally presented in the Winter Wolf Castle. In the eyes of the defenders, about the performance of those chariots, about the way the Cecils fought, about the comparison of the combat capabilities and tactics of the two sides...

And with the arrival of the information, there is the steel army that is constantly advancing.

Before the sun went down, the last outpost on the western border of Winterwolf Castle saw the Cecil army—steel-made chariots approaching from the plain, and the chariot’s tracks were easily torn apart by the roar of artillery fire. The defense of the outpost, and the soldiers who were lucky enough to evacuate before that brought the news that Winter Wolf Castle would enter the enemy's range in ten minutes.

This is the last information.

At the same time, the adjutant also brought the last bad news - the direction of Changfeng Fortress still did not respond to the contact of Winter Wolf Castle.

Andersa stood on the towering and sturdy city wall. The energy shield above the fortress was gradually increasing the charging level. The enchanted city wall under her feet also resonated with the magic power. Some stone bricks occasionally trembled slightly, but these continued. The rising protection level could not calm her heart at all.

Many things can only be understood after facing it in practice, and no amount of pre-existing deductions can be more profound than reality - Andersa clearly saw the shortcomings of Typhon's army.

The magic technology of the Cecils has changed this era, and the change of the times means that everything must change with it - including the way of life of mankind, and everything on the battlefield.

The Typhons were one step behind, and this slow step was manifested on the battlefield because there were not enough units in the Typhon army that could be "equivalent" to the new weapons of the Cecils.

In the face of the steel chariot called "tank", the Empire's Iron River Knights have been absent, and the priests can no longer be used. Only the battle mages who have recently completed the upgrade training can use the magic vehicle to fight against it. However, the latter has serious shortcomings in numbers, and at the same time, in this new type of battlefield, they are far less experienced than Cecil's army, which has experienced civil wars and disasters.

After some comparison, Andersa finally found out that when the Cecil chariot drove into the battlefield, she couldn't find many troops that could step out of the Winter Wolf Castle and fight the enemy on the frontal battlefield!

This has been fully proved by several mobile units that have lost in succession along the way, from Fort Treaty to Fort Winter Wolf.

In fact, even if the Knights of the Iron River and the Priests are not absent, the dilemma of "no soldiers available" will not improve much. The reason is very simple: the Knights of the Iron River and the Priests are the elites of the Typhon elite. They are all precious trump cards that are difficult to train, but the Cecilian army... all are mass-produced machines and ordinary people who train at a high speed!

Before today, Andersa had seen information about Cecil's army training speed and the advantages and disadvantages of magic weapons from various intelligence. She also thought that this is a kind of easy mass production, easy training, rapid prototyping, The fast-growing new army, she also made a lot of suggestions to the imperial capital in this regard, and thought of a lot of plans to improve the existing army of the empire, but now she realizes that her imagination... After all, it is a little lacking .

On the far west side of the battlefield, there is a faint glow of smoke and magic shining brightly, and in the gradually sinking gigantic sunlight, it looks like reality and illusion, and it is difficult to distinguish between reality and reality.

Today, Andersa finally realized what she had missed on that rainy night in Paramel Heights.

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