Chapter 407: The Warship From Fort Black

"The situation is indeed not optimistic...Diego, Alpha, when do you think the rain will clear?" General Jumonville abruptly changed the topic.

"I'm afraid it will rain tonight, maybe it will clear up tomorrow, but so what, Your Excellency General will continue to attack the city?" Alpha asked.

"certainly."

"If the situation is still like today, I don't want to take the lead!" Thinking of the troops she lost, the Jackal Queen couldn't help but feel distressed.

"It all depends on the weather." General Jumonville said thoughtfully, "I didn't expect to be able to easily capture the enemy's fortress. The current setbacks are nothing to worry about. The factors that really determine the outcome of the war are still It's not coming, but it's close."

"Louis, what are you implying?" Antonioni was puzzled.

"It's nothing." Louis Jumonville smiled strangely, "Let's pray for the weather to clear up together, Diego, Alpha, as long as the sun rises as usual tomorrow, the enemy army will usher in the end!"

Antonioni and Alpha looked at each other, but they didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in General Jumonville's "gourd".

Perhaps General Jumonville's prayer really touched a certain god. The next morning, the sky cleared up and the sun shone brightly. The blood on the battlefield had been washed away by the rain, but the air was still filled with the atmosphere of killing and death.

General Jumonville climbed up the hill near the command post early in the morning, looking out to the south.

Antonioni couldn't hold back his curiosity, walked over and asked, "Louis, what are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for our reinforcements." General Jumonville pointed in the direction of the Brass Pass, "If there is no accident, we will arrive this morning."

"Reinforcements?" Antonioni was taken aback. "You also brought the troops staying at Fort Duquesne?"

"Of course not that army. The defense of Fort Duquesne cannot be relaxed, and even if the two hundred cavalry is transferred, it will not change the situation of the battle." General Jumonville shook his head with a smile.

"Since you don't transfer troops from Fort Duquesne, where else can you call for reinforcements in a hurry?" Antonioni frowned.

"Rush?" General Jumonville glanced at his friend lightly, "When did I ever 'rush' when I was doing something?"

"Okay, your Excellency the General, even if you anticipated today's predicament before going out and prepared a reinforcement in advance, who are they and where are they coming from?"

"It's the mercenary group I invited. They came from the Quicksand Lake to join the battle."

"Stop making trouble! Do you think I'm an idiot? Quicksand Lake is at least 500 miles away from here. Unless you notify the other party a month in advance, you won't be able to reach the battlefield in time even if you drive your horse day and night!" the red-haired warlock shouted angrily. .

"They don't ride horses, but travel by boat." General Jumonville raised the corners of his lips, and an undetectable joy flashed in his eyes: "Look, their warship is about to dock."

"You have to stop joking!"

Antonioni couldn't bear it anymore and was about to lose his temper when a siren sounded in his ear.

Looking back to the south in amazement, I saw dust flying from the mouth of Broken Tooth Valley, and a huge battleship made of brass was speeding towards the surface.

The towering mast stretched out a pitch-black sail, and a layer of translucent golden magic air cushion was filled between the side of the ship and the ground, like golden waves rolling and surging around the huge hull. Navigating freely on land is like driving smoothly on the blue sea.

"My God, isn't this true? Louis, you actually invited the 'Black Castle Mercenary Group'!"

Antonioni couldn't help exclaiming excitedly.

"Don't you know how greedy those fire giants are? Unless you can come up with a hundred pounds of gold, you can't even think of asking 'Lord Blackcastle' Billest to come out!"

"I did invite Billest. Unsurprisingly, he is sitting on the magic warship named 'Skibrani' right now."

Louis Jumonville looked at the brass battleship approaching the barracks with great interest.

"It has long been heard that 'Lord Blackcastle' Billest has a warship capable of sailing on land, which is used to carry his fire giant mercenary group to fight north and south... If we also have such a ship What a warship, it will be very convenient for troops to march."

"Don't daydream as soon as possible!"

Antonioni interrupted his reverie coldly.

"The magic warship 'Scibrani' is the legacy of the ancient giant civilization. The magic technology for making this land warship has long been lost. Billest is only the heir to this ancient heritage, but he has no ability to create the first Two identical magical warships."

"In the Old Continent, the military industry organizations of the major powers have also considered rediscovering this lost shipbuilding technology. However, after sufficient demonstrations, experts in the field of military industry in various countries have reached a consensus-instead of wasting time and effort to restore the land ship technology, Why not design and manufacture a more advanced large magic airship!"

"That's true." General Jumonville turned and walked down the hill, "Diego, tell Alpha to accompany me to welcome the distinguished guests."

"Wait! Louis, you haven't answered my question just now!" Antonioni hurried to catch up.

"Any more questions?" General Jumonville asked without looking back.

"What are you going to use to hire Billest's mercenary team? You know, our military budget is very tight, and I'm afraid we won't be able to gather enough gold to satisfy the greedy appetite of this mercenary leader."

"You don't have to worry about it. I accidentally got a sheepskin scroll. This thing is not of much value to me and my army, but it is enough to tempt Billest, otherwise he would not bother to drive the boat all the way here. one trip."

General Jumonville got on his horse and urged the horse to trot towards the magic warship sailing smoothly over the sand and waves.

On the way, they were overtaken by Antonioni and Alpha on horseback. The three of them rode side by side, and they came to the huge brass-hulled battleship not long after.

The magical battleship "Scibrani" blew its whistle again, slowed down slowly, and finally stopped outside the camp of the Jumonville Corps.

This big ship sailing on the sand attracted the attention of almost all Hailan officers and soldiers, and every pair of eyes was full of surprise and curiosity.

At the same time, Joan's transformed Yingman was also attracted by the sound of the siren.

Peering down from a high altitude, his line of sight traced the straight tracks left by the high-pressure airflow blowing away the sand and soil along the way of Schiblani, and traced all the way to this magical warship. Surprise and anxiety were intertwined in his heart.

After a short period of shock, Joan came back to his senses in time, and quickly cast the "wind message technique" to inform Lieutenant Colonel Vasa of the wonders he saw, reminding him to prepare for the arrival of enemy reinforcements.