"He's got it all?"

"What should be said, what should not be said, a lot of chatter."

"In terms of content, have you compared it to the previous guest?"

"It's all compared, and it's basically the same."

"Good fellows." The Major General grinned. "The little guy will also play 'Shiyi's long technique to control the Yi'?"

Uffy Mondridge's remarks about training the new army had been reported in the eyeliner sent to East Elta, but unfortunately no one took this "small force" of almost all Elta people seriously.

The descriptions of the two defenders are also vague. They only know that Eufe Mondridge's new unit can shoot projectiles with the strength of ordinary people, "very similar to your troops", but they don't know anything about the specific range, the principle of action, etc......

Someone slapped his thigh right now - didn't the Red Dragons make similar toys? At the moment, the relevant people in the two places were busy again, first taking out the magic powder gun to map and test, and then knocking on the dormitory door of the Red Dragon Regiment overnight, needless to say.

This incident also exposed many problems. The big frame of the Elta Army looks powerful and extraordinary from a distance, and if you look closely, you can find that many holes have not been filled. For example, in the area of intelligence agencies, the cooperation between the existing public security archives and the army pickets in the internal defense against espionage and anti-infiltration is certainly an extraordinary achievement. And the spies of the Western Expeditionary Army are so naïve in terms of body language and expression that even the railway officers can see through it, and what Elta wants them to know, they will never know a single byte more.

But externally, it is a little weaker. Personnel who are familiar with reconnaissance and counterreconnaissance must begin to train them hand in hand, and the veterans who carry out external work are all without exception yellow-skinned, black-eyed, and black-haired -- they don't need any concealment skills, and they will be arrested as soon as they go out. What anti-reconnaissance, body language can't save you, who let this world not have this physical trait?

Therefore, the intelligence staff of the Second Department of the General Staff of Elta is always understaffed. It is a bit disappointing that the few trained indigenous intelligence officers are in charge of the supernumerary agencies, and that there are no people who come and go in the enemy camp like piecemeal.

Fortunately, the surrender and detailed interrogation of the high-ranking officers of the Western Expeditionary Army allowed Elta to pull back the game. At least they knew now that the newly created unit was an army with the magic powder gun as its main weapon, and their commander and organizer was none other than the director of the Western Expeditionary Army, Eufay Mondridge.

Offy Mondridge, who didn't know that he had been analyzed all night and speculated about his weak character, didn't sleep all night here. The troop carriers, disguised as merchant convoys, had passed through the turbulent section of the river and the confluence of two large rivers, and were now sailing on the gentle lower reaches of Garcia, which should arrive in Garcia by morrow.

The front-line battle reports, relayed by Garcia, became more frequent as he approached. The two "Iron Lock Cities" have begun to respond frequently, and it is very strange that both Rucha and Offe Mondridge will look forward to the continuous delivery of emergency information from the front line every day, because they all know very well that when the documents full of emergencies and requests for help are not delivered, it must be that the city has been lost.

And so it happened. Offeymondridge was also glad that he had arrived in the imperial capital in time - it was said that the traces of the enemy's vanguard army could already be seen from a distance on Garcia's castle. If he can't take over the defense in the imperial capital before the defense of the city begins, then even if Garcia can defend it, he will inevitably be thrown into the abyss as soon as the reinforcements arrive.

Garcia's tall walls had already risen above the horizon, and when he looked back, he could see the morning sun accumulating a sky-breaking light in the eastern underground.

The speed of river vessels is still much faster than that of marching. Halfway up the slope of the sun, Eufael Mondridge was already looking up at the long wooden bridge that connected the walls to the upper part of the river. The length of this wooden bridge, which was suspended by erecting large pillars at both ends of the city walls and in the center of the river, is staggering.

"It's worthy of Elta's imperial capital." Eufe Mondridge has always regarded Hilzi, the "largest port city in Elta", as a small fishing village, but the long bridge and castle in front of him still make him respect this city.

Unlike in the past, the ships, disguised as merchant ships, did not leave Garcia directly from the main channel, but turned into the dock channel.

"Wow, that's a drawbridge on a silver coin!"

After the ship entered the calm river channel of the city, it stabilized a lot, and many of the soldiers of the Demon Lance Team who had never been to the imperial capital in their lives rushed out of the cabin and went to the deck to see for themselves this large city that only stayed in legends.

"I wish I had a little house like this by the river, where I can spend my days fishing and sunbathing...... a soldier from an eastern mountain village wistfully pointing to the townhouse with its walls clinging to its walls.

"It's the 'Fisherman's Hut,' and it's so narrow that you have to move around when your wife is pregnant, and you won't like it." His dreams were immediately interrupted by the comrades-in-arms from the fishing village he had made in the barracks.

After all, this is the best place, and most of the riverbank is made of stone embankments. Although the current washed away a lot of rocks that were not clinging, they were still very attractive compared to the small villages and towns made of dilapidated thatched huts that are common on muddy river banks.

The sea flavor of Hilqi is too strong, and the hometown is too broken, this is undoubtedly the best choice. Almost all of the soldiers who arrived here for the first time wanted to make their home here - if they hadn't been to Mendong City.

Rucha and the two rows of soldiers who came to greet them did not look very good. In addition to the huge dark circles on Rucha's face, there was also a clear floating resentment. Offey-Mondrich knew seven or eight points in his heart at a glance - there was probably some bad news coming from the front again.

Sure enough, Rucha, who was silent on the dock, spoke as soon as he got into the carriage.

"Ouffel Mondridge, yesterday's emergency in the city of Pieciano was not delivered." Rucha's resentment was not his dissatisfaction with the prison army, but his concern about the situation of the war. "It's so timely that you can bring troops in a critical moment."

Listening to Rucha's flattery, Ouffy Mondridge couldn't help but secretly think: If I hadn't designed to trap the magician troops, the garrison in Rucha's hands would not have been so weak. However, he is also very aware of the failure of the magician army - he can't even dig a pit and bury mines, but he will not regret giving the order to pit this group of waste now.

It's a waste of resources to keep it anyway.

"If it weren't for the fact that the mage warband with me didn't fight, Lu Chaqing wouldn't be embarrassed so much." Offy Mondridge's reply first gave the remaining mage soldiers a decisive kick, and then marked the attitude:

"I hope that Lu Chaqing can shrink his strength, don't care about the villages and cities on the periphery, and make every effort to deal with the enemy's surprise attack on Garcia."

"That's what I mean." Rucha had never felt that a mage officer was so in his liking—not that the same strategy brought him a sense of identity, but that he was very pleased that this useless criticism of the mage was actually coming from the mage himself......

"Then Lu Chaqing, how many days do you think this city can be held? From today. After agreeing on the general direction, Ofer Mondrich naturally relaxed a lot.

"The enemy forces that have appeared on the western outskirts of the city are attacking the town, and it will take more than a week to surround half of the city." Rucha wrenched his fingers, and now the outer troops had been following his orders and immediately retreated as soon as they made contact. However, his subordinates clearly misunderstood the meaning of "contact" and mistook the contact of weapons for eye contact, so Rucha greatly reduced his original estimate of time when counting days.

"Na Lu Chaqing." Offet Mondrich abruptly interrupted his estimates. "You mean, abandon the walls and let the soldiers fight the enemies who march into the city?"

"Don't give up one house and one tile, this is my combat policy." Rucha spread his hands and replied, "With the Minerva River running through the city, holding the walls can only stop the barbarians and local forces without sailors, and it makes no sense for the water thieves in Cierta who have the Otherworldly Steel Clipper......"

"That's a good point." Uffy Mondridge's idea was also to have the Magic Lance team fight in the streets and houses of the city, "How long do you think it will take if the enemy storms from the West Gate until we are forced to leave?" ”

"A month?" Rucha shook his head. "In terms of manpower, we have an absolute advantage. It's just that the army brought out by these people from the other world, how many tricks there are, the old man can't see through it. ”

The Elta Volunteers, who had previously reached an agreement on the harvesting of magic powder, have also heard rumors of the wind and are about to make a move - for this reason, the Southern Route Army has to abandon the rich southern urban area and go all the way north to restrain the somewhat fluttering volunteers. In Rucha's words, it is to make them understand "who is the boss of Elta".

However, even if the 150,000 men of the Southern Route Army were an imaginary number, the number of those who fled and "fell into the grass" on the nearby mountains was no more than 50,000, and there were about 130,000 before they went north.

However, the tragic situation of the middle route of the Western Expeditionary Army had already spread throughout the entire Southern Route Army. Even if it wasn't the original decision to rush to Garcia's aid, let alone the originally planned attack on Cierta, there were many ordinary soldiers of the warband who were unwilling to fight and secretly escaped.

With the southern metropolis nearby, many soldiers, even officers, rolled up their bedding overnight and changed into ships fleeing to foreign countries. And the soldiers who could not escape, were also waiting for the opportunity to slip off the road.

They don't want to die. General Youerde's 100,000 troops on the northern route have less than 30,000 people left in a corner of Garcia City, and the middle route army has been beaten to the point that the bones are broken along with the bone marrow, and it is rumored in the army that Marshal Rucha is about to be dismissed and investigated, and the news of Ouffer Mondri's treason has also spread loudly, and some people even insist that the destruction of many magician warbands is operated by this guy.

Give a dog a bad name and hang him. All kinds of rumors and truths joined forces to disperse the Southern Route Army, which had already recuperated and recuperated enough to be worthy of a war. Finally arrived at the production area of magic powder, and the Southern Route Army, which had suppressed the peasants, had less than 80,000 people left after passing through the number of colonels.