Chapter 2558 a Glimpse From the Abyss

After the meeting, George Vassar issued a secret order to Adjutants Dick Tyndale and Roger Tyndale to muster all available barges in the city at the mouth of the Vymur.

The two young majors ran around the pier with guards all day long, and in the end they only raised less than 100 barges. Based on the average of 30 soldiers on each barge, it would take at least 10 round trips to get the troops back and forth. All transported to the other side of the river.

Considering that the Continental Army still has a lot of large animals such as war horses to transport, as well as cannons and logistical supplies, the time for crossing the river becomes more and more tense.

Forcibly crossing the river under such circumstances is almost tantamount to seeking death.

Unexpectedly, the Commander-in-Chief of the Continental Army is worthy of being a voter of the "Goddess of Destiny", and luck is always good at critical moments.

On the morning of August 1, there was a sudden torrential rain in Midgard, which forced Earl Winthrop to postpone the siege plan again, and at the same time brought respite to the Continental Army that was trapped in the isolated city.

At nightfall, the rain weakened, the water level of the Vimur River soared, and the originally strong north wind also miraculously turned into a southeast wind. General Vasa realized that the opportunity had come, and immediately summoned troops to arrive under the cover of night and rain. On the north bank of the Vimul River, board a boat and retreat according to the scheduled plan.

The wounded and sick left first, and the rest of the officers and soldiers boarded the ship in a pre-arranged order, and the officers and soldiers who had not yet had their turn to board the ship were on guard at the shore.

At the same time, the lights in the barracks were brightly lit, and the army mages used illusions to simulate the noise of people and the phantoms of guards patrolling, creating the illusion that everything was normal.

George Vasa personally commanded the retreat on the bank. Although the troops moved quickly, this night was still too short compared to the 26,000 troops and the large amount of military supplies waiting to be transported across the river.

In the blink of an eye, on the morning of August 2, the sky in the east was already dyed red by the morning glow, and there were nearly 10,000 officers and soldiers on the north bank of the Vimul River who had not yet crossed the river.

Without the cover of night, it was almost impossible for them to escape the eyes of the Fizen Sentinels.

"well……"

Dick Tyndale, Major of the Continental Cavalry, squatted by the river, resting his chin on his hands, with a frowning face, sighed and muttered to himself as he looked at the vast and turbulent river.

"It would be great if Joan was here, maybe he can cast some kind of magic to cover everyone from slipping away from under the eyes of Master Fei."

"Even if Joan really has the power to steal the sky, he's not here after all. What's the use of talking in your sleep..." Roger Tyndall shook his head and smiled bitterly, walked over and patted his brother on the shoulder, "Let's be more realistic Yes, Your Excellency the Commander insisted on staying until the last moment, which is too risky and unnecessary, can you find a way to persuade him to cross the river as soon as possible?"

"You've got it!" Dick shook off his brother's arm on his shoulders, stood up, and muttered angrily, "It's not like you don't know the bad temper of our commander, who can persuade him? I'm not going to scold you!"

Roger smiled and was about to speak when his face suddenly changed and he stared blankly at the river, his eyes wide open.

A miraculous scene unfolded before his eyes.

For unknown reasons, the weather near the river bank changed abruptly, and a heavy fog fell inexplicably, covering the troops, camps on both sides of the river bank, and even a large area outside the city. The sky and the earth were completely white.

The heavy fog that fell from the sky brought great convenience to the retreat of the Continental Army. Under the cover of the dense fog, officers and soldiers on the north bank boarded boats to cross the river one after another.

When it was almost noon, the retreat finally came to an end without any danger.

George Vassar, accompanied by Brother Tyndale, boarded the last barge, and was the last to evacuate Midgard.

The dense fog that lasted all morning slowly dissipated until all the mainland troops withdrew from the city. In the distance, the sharp sound of horns was heard from the Fizhen army's position, followed by the neighing of war horses and crisp gunshots.

At this moment, Master Fei finally realized that the Continental Army had fled Midgard, but it was too late to catch up.

The soldiers of the Continental Army who successfully evacuated to the other side of the river cheered and celebrated their narrow escape. Recalling the sudden and then quietly dissipated life-saving fog just now, everyone firmly believed that this was the legendary "miracle"!

It is impossible for mortals to create the boundless thick fog covering both sides of the river, this can only be the great power of the gods.

The soldiers of the Continental Army generally believed that the "Queen of Karma" Dimoss had summoned the fog to cover the eyes of Master Fei and protect her chosen general, General Vasa, and his troops to escape!

However, the truth does not conform to people's imagination.

The Tyndall brothers probably never expected it in their dreams. They accidentally mentioned Joan's name while chatting by the river, triggering the "myth alert" and attracting Joan's attention.

The "Magic Eye Arcanist" cast a glance towards the place where the two brothers were standing from a depth of ten thousand feet below the earth, from a deep well in the dark region.

It was this glimpse from thousands of miles away that reversed the fortunes of the Continental Army and changed the course of human history.

Through the "remote viewing mirror", Joan performed the 8th-level mythical version of the "cloud and fog technique" that he invented two weeks ago, and created a large dense fog that looked like a miracle in the area where the Continental Army crossed the river.

The maximum dispersion radius of the mist is proportional to Joan's mythical rank, which is currently 8 miles, which is enough to cover both sides of the river and even the entire city of Midgard.

A strong enough airflow, such as the "Wind Breeze Technique", can blow away the local area of ​​the "Mythical Cloud and Fog Technique". However, when the wind weakens, the thick fog will quickly close up, completely blocking the field of vision.

The fog that covered the sky and the sun would not dissipate completely until Joan lifted the spell, or the "Mythical Cloud and Fog Spell" lasted until the time limit was reached.

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·Historical materials: New York defense battle, Brooklyn retreat ("American Story" Ke Lan)

On August 28, the British encirclement moved forward again. Washington transferred another 1,000 people from Manhattan to help defend, but he knew very well that Brooklyn Heights could not be defended.

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On the night of the 28th, Washington convened a meeting of senior military officers and decided to withdraw from Brooklyn Heights, cross the East River, and return to Manhattan.

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Washington personally directed the retreat on the shore, and his calmness and calmness reassured everyone.

He swore that if a warrior had not boarded the ship, he would not leave. However, although the Continental Army moved quickly, 9,000 men were not a small number after all, and their time was running out.

When the sun shines, there are still many people waiting on the shore.

Without the cover of night, it was impossible for them to escape the eyes of the British sentry.

What happened next can only be described as a "miracle".

For some unknown reason, heavy fog suddenly fell, and the visibility was only a few meters. Moreover, the fog is impartial on the Brooklyn side, and Manhattan on the other side has a clear sky and no fog at all.

There is no doubt that this is the hand of God, which covered the eyes of the British army and protected the Continental Army from escape.

When the last soldiers of Mifflin's regiment boarded, Washington boarded the last boat, kept his promise, and was the last to leave.