When flares suddenly rose from the vicinity of Highland Four, Philip realized that the situation was out of control.

The battlefield is composed of countless accidents and inevitability, countless plans and accidents.

The trained professional soldiers on the Iron Throne reacted in the shortest possible time, and the small secondary guns in the arsenal and tactical sections were roughly aimed in the direction of the flare in a matter of seconds, followed by a series of cannon fires - the railshells streaked through the air in a pale green trajectory, and then burst into a strong flame of light on the high ground, illuminating the gloomy wasteland in the wind and rain, but everyone knew that this round of artillery fire was only to save some gains in the event of a failed plan.

The flares that had already been fired could not be stopped—in the drowsy canopy, the bright blood-colored light shone on the entire highlands and the vast plains near the highlands, and the main forces of Typhon on the Long Wind Line must have seen it.

The rapid secondary bombardment lasted only thirty seconds, and Philip ordered the whole vehicle to stop the attack—as a general who was no longer young, he knew that most of the Typhon troops on the Paramel Heights had moved before the flare was raised, and the artillery fire should have left only a few daredevils.

It may even be just a brave signal soldier.

"General, do you want the griffons to force their way into the air to reconnoitre?" The Iron Throne's lieutenant sergeant major asked cautiously, "Or send a group of Steel Rangers......"

Listening to the advice of his subordinates, Philip sighed slightly in his heart.

He knew it was too late...... The enemy commander is a tricky guy, cautious and sensible, and probably already has some knowledge of Cecil's equipment and combat methods, they will not linger around, and he also knows how much the detection capabilities of the griffin knights and ground troops will be weakened in the current weather conditions, when the enemy is most likely far away from the Iron Throne, and searching for a knight order to sneak into the rain curtain throughout the Paramel region is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

After all, it's much harder to find someone who moves loosely and can take cover from trees than a large, armoured train with a striking track.

But even so, out of an abundance of caution, he ordered the release of the griffon rider - the griffon refused to take off in such bad weather, and it took great effort for the rider to make a low circle, making a reconnaissance that was better than nothing, and the result was just as Philip had predicted: the enemy was gone.

Knowing this, the young army commander had a calm expression, turned to the gunnery chief beside him and ordered: "All secondary guns, pointing to the fourth, sixth, and seventh areas and the northeast intersection, are free to bombard for ten minutes." ”

"Yes, General."

The Iron Throne's magic unit was up and running again, the hum and the noise of the machinery running, the roar of the secondary battery firing in turn echoed in the tactical section compartment, Philip ordered the window armor on one side to be opened, and in the drowsy flash and wind and rain, he stared into the distance.

Tonight, Cecil's Wizard Legion encountered the most alarming enemy to date, and in that drowsy rain, Philip saw the true rival of the Empire.

Before today, Cecil's legion had faced all kinds of opponents, the private soldiers of the old nobles were about to collapse at the touch of a button, the traditional knights were brave but already twilight, and the legions created by the cultists were extremely powerful, but in the end they could only become cannons and powder, even if they were man-made gods, they were only powerful monsters, and they would eventually fall into man-made traps......

To this day, in a stormy encounter, everyone brushed shoulders with the blades - the two blades slashed each other by the throat, and in the midst of countless accidents and accidents, after the Cecil's legions used the advantages of time and intelligence to construct a near-perfect trap, the Typhonians exited the battlefield almost unharmed.

The bloody battle did not break out, but everyone broke out in a cold sweat.

……

Thunderous explosions rang from far and near, bright lines piercing the sky and falling on the heights of Paramel, flashes of explosions rising and extinguishing in the rainy night, the earth trembling, the air trembling, it was as if a whole group of magicians were saturated and bombarded, and the sound was terrifying, and the ears were buzzing.

The First Knights of the Winter Wolf quickly shifted their positions in the wind and rain, and the flashes of explosions lit up everywhere and the lightning in the sky exploded in turn, illuminating the rain-soaked swords and armor of the knights again and again, and under each helmet, there was a pair of slightly nervous eyes.

But the Order remained in order, executing the fastest transfer with minimal movement under the leadership of the Commander.

Riding on her horse, Andrisa saw the flash of the explosion suddenly flash from nearby, pursed her lips tightly, and said nothing.

The Cecil unleashed a terrifying attack, and the intensity of the attack proved her judgment right - the strength of the steel monster was too great to be confronted head-on by a regular knight order, and strategic diversion was the only option to preserve itself.

Perhaps only a reorganized mage and a prepared Iron River Knights could fight a monster of that level.

The young wolf general glanced back, and the red magic signal had already dissipated in the clouds, and in the depths of the dark and heavy rain curtain, only bright lines continued to cut through the sky.

She actually breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

Although the enemy's attack was fierce, it was clear from the distribution of the enemy that they had not outdone Typhon's reconnaissance methods on this rainy night, they had lost their position as a knight order, and the blind attack they were now carrying out was just a matter of luck.

The heavy rain that had delayed the Knights of the Winter Wolves was now an umbrella for Andresa and her soldiers in the midst of the shelling.

Next, whether she and the First Knights of the Winter Wolf can get out of this rainy night safely, can only hope for luck like the Cecil.

May God bless Typhon.

The young wolf general raised his head, watched the rain line continue to fall in the darkness, and whispered to himself: "I hope the rain will not stop......"

The adjutant who was accompanying him heard Andessa's self-talk, but he didn't hear the content clearly, and subconsciously asked, "General?" ”

"Nothing," Andesa shook her head, looking back at the direction the steel monster was parked for the last time, before looking back at her lieutenant, "that decaying and weakened kingdom is a thing of the past, and the nascent Cecil Empire is a formidable enemy. ”

Tonight, the Empire's elite legions met the most vigilant enemy to date, and in that drowsy rain, Andesa saw the Empire's true adversary.

……

The Typhon forces retreated, stopping abruptly as they were about to enter the fortified area of the Fortress of the Long Wind, and then turned back where they were.

Heavily armed, Maryland left the castle and made his way to the walls of the Windwind's fortress on the side of Typhon, looking at the dark plains for a long time.

The exposure of the Iron Throne was an accident, and the battlefield itself is a place where there is no shortage of surprises, but according to General Philip, the exposure of the Iron Throne may have something to do with the cautious targeted reconnaissance conducted by Typhon's commanders - which reminded Maryland of the fact that his carefully planned "deception tactics" were discovered.

He chuckled softly and shook his head: "That 'little wolf'...... It's worth its reputation. ”

"General," Adjutant Payne said to Maryland's side as he came to the wall, "there's a message from the Iron Throne that they've stopped shelling, and it's a preliminary judgment that there shouldn't be that Typhon force left. ”

“…… This time, fate favored the Typhonians," Maryland said calmly after a moment's silence, "and how will the situation develop after that, after passing on the information to Your Majesty...... It's not something we should be concerned about. ”

"Yes, General."

The rain unconsciously stopped, accompanied by a refreshing but cold autumn wind blowing through the city walls, the dark clouds in the sky quietly dispersed, and the repertoire, which lasted from the afternoon to the night, ended with the wind and rain, and the starlight spilled from the gaps in the clouds to the earth, cold and cold.

"It's been a good rain...... Maryland whispered, "it came just right, it stopped just right." ”

……

The news from the Eastern Border was first transmitted to St. Sunil, and in the study of the Silver Castle, Gawain summoned his three archarchons.

"Our borders are secure, at least to the east," Gawain said straight to the point, "The Iron Throne has arrived at the border, and after a dramatic battle, the Typhonians have retreated to their lines. ”

"Here's the details." Amber's figure emerged from Gawain's side, holding several photocopied documents in her hand and distributing them to the three archons one by one.

After Victoria took the information, he first hurriedly scanned it, although the language used on the information was very concise, but it was enough to explain everything that happened, and after a cursory glance, the Duke of Ice couldn't help but sigh softly: "The opportunity passed by everyone. ”

"That's fair," Bardwin?? Franklin put down the printer paper in his hand, "Anyway, the Typhonians realize that the Longwind Fortress defense line has been re-established, and they should be quiet. ”

Gawain shook his head and reminded: "It's a quiet moment - there is no such thing as 'gentle restraint' in an empire that has entered the industrial age, but now at least the war is no longer up to them." Hetty, what do you want to say? ”

Hetty, who had not spoken a word since just now, raised his head and looked at Gawain: "Ancestor, Minister Norris has led a team of experts from the Ministry of Agriculture into the contaminated area of the Holy Spirit Plains to assess the agricultural reconstruction plan there - in the long run, we really need to recuperate. ”

Facing Hetty's serious and slightly serious eyes, Gawain nodded: "That's right, we do need to recuperate...... Especially the reconstruction of agriculture. ”

The situation seems to be going well, the empire has been established, the coronation ceremony has greatly boosted the morale of all levels of society, the order in the royal capital has been restored, the nobles from all over the country have signed in support of the reform, and the powerful Cecil war machine has stopped the Typhon's plot on the border, and even prevailed for a time - all this can create the illusion that a radical optimist may even think that the Cecil Empire is already a powerful giant, ready to sweep the world, but anyone in this room knows it"Smooth" is just a façade.

It was the successive victories that were inspiring, the temporary redistribution of benefits that concealed the internal emptiness, and the fact that half of the plain of the Whitsunday had been destroyed, a large number of refugees needed to be resettled, and the cities and villages needed to be rebuilt after the war......

If the previous war was to rebirth this ancient and sunken kingdom and cut off the carrion, then what the current Cecil Empire needs is not to sweep the world, but to make new flesh grow in the places where the carrion has been cut.

Among them, food is the most important - according to the emergency statistics just completed, at present, except for the south and west borders, the Cecil Empire is basically short of food everywhere, even if the national grain reserves are mobilized, they can only barely hold on to the next harvest season, in order to prevent a large-scale famine, Duke Bodwin has begun to contact the Oguray tribal state in the west to negotiate the purchase of grain, in this situation, the empire must recuperate.

"I also agree with Archon Hetty, but the key question is how Typhon's side will react," Duke Bodwin first affirmed Hetty, and then frowned, "The 'battle' on the Changfeng Line is very close to a battle, but it has not really turned into a legion melee, and everyone has walked around the edge of the cliff...... This circle, however you can explain it. ”

"They are the ones who have taken the initiative to approach the military defense zone, and in the general sense, the Typhonians do not have an advantage, and our disadvantage is that we have not been able to keep that force, and we do not have enough evidence at hand, which is the current situation, and for the two countries, as long as the evidence is not sufficient, they can rely on everything," Gawain said, "On the other hand, in terms of the willingness to go to war, Typhon's side should be more willing to sit down and talk to us after today...... Today, the situation at Typhon is different. ”

Hetty frowned: "Is it because of their industrial and economic transformation?" ”

Gawain glanced at Hetty, his eyes slightly approving: "That's right, they have a new 'cake', now those small and medium-sized nobles who have been damaged by the restructuring are busy redistributing the benefits, one of the biggest pressures within Typhon has been temporarily eased, before they hit the next bottleneck, Rosetta??" There is no need for Augustus to continue to push for war, and his immediate focus should be to control the process of industrial and economic transformation and prevent his empire from spiraling out of control in the process......"

"So...... "Bodewen?? Franklin pinched his sideburns, "Your Majesty, we should give Typhon a signal. ”

"Of course," Gawain laughed, looking at Hetty, "immediately inform Padraic and place a new order for Typhon." And then...... We wait patiently for Rosetta?? Augustus' response was good. ”

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