"There's no one else but them." Calis stood by his judgment.

Bishop Somson was not angry, his mind seemed to linger somewhere far away. After a few seconds, he said slowly, "I think it's better to wait." "Six" is an epoch-making weapon, which can change ...... No, it has changed the landscape of the entire continent. ”

The Duke frowned: "You mean the Lock Dragon Pass?" ”

"Yes!" Faith returned to the bishop, who raised the letter in his hand: "I think Tartsville is alarmist. I'm sure he wasn't lying, there were indeed some giants who sneaked past the blockade and went around our backs to attack Kamui Fortress. But they will never be numerous, hundreds, or thousands. Their main forces were routed by the "Six", or most of them had been annihilated. The giants are not willing to lose, and they must desperately look for a chance to win. They have a good eye and are aiming at Kamui Fortress, so ......"

Calis couldn't take it anymore and interrupted, "Then how do you explain that the giants who attacked the fortress had muskets and cannons?" ”

"Quite simply, that's what they captured from previous wars." Bishop Somson's explanation is not unfounded: "The giants are an intelligent race, and they have received a lot of guns and gunpowder in all wars. We've found some of them in the warehouse at Suolongguan. If I were the Giant Commander, I would also send a small number of elite troops to infiltrate and attack important key nodes. ”

Calis blurted out: "So the Kamui Fortress is dangerous, and we must return to the army to support." ”

"I've sent someone to the fortress to find out more details." The bishop looked confident: "Don't worry, I know Tadsville's character very well. He likes to exaggerate ordinary things as a way to show off his abilities. Otherwise how do you think his title of earl came from? ”

Calis smiled bitterly, and he had to admit that there was some truth in what Bishop Somson said, but it was very different from what he had imagined. After settling down, the Duke stood up from his chair, saluted respectfully, and said seriously: "Your Excellency, I plan to retreat south with the army of the Rhine Kingdom to reinforce the Shenwei Fortress. ”

The bishop stared at him with eagle-like eyes and stared for a long time: "This is what you came to me for?" ”

"There is no room for loss in the fortress of Kamui." Calis's face was serious: "Tazwil has sent a letter for help, and we can't ignore it. ”

"Tartsville is not honest. He's largely a liar. Bishop Somson spoke in a tough tone: "There are simply not so many giants attacking the fortress, and it is impossible to be equipped with such powerful weapons. We must advance north and smash the capital of the Giant Kingdom. ”

The Duke bowed down again and saluted: "I wish you success." ”

The bishop's face began to turn ugly, but he did not have a seizure, at least maintaining a superficial politeness: "Are you really going to give up the loot that is about to arrive?" Calis, you have to understand, we have been going north for so long, and we are not far from the giants. They're right in front. One day, or even maybe even half a day's walk. ”

The Duke was silent for a few seconds, and then said seriously, "If the Kamui Fortress falls into the hands of the giants, we will not be able to get support from the south. No food, no ammunition, nothing. ”

Bishop Somson sighed, he stood up, stepped closer, and patted the duke on the shoulder vigorously: "You are a responsible person. When I return from this battle, I will explain to His Majesty the Pope what you have done. Trust me Calis, you will be compensated accordingly, as well as rewarded. ”

The duke said nothing, he bowed deeply and turned to leave the tent.

Looking in the direction in which his back vanished, Bishop Somson laughed slowly and silently.

Of course, he knew that Tartsville was not lying, and it was impossible for him to talk nonsense about such a thing as "the attack on the fortress", deliberately exaggerating the strength of the giant's army.

The best thing to do is to send a strong reinforcement immediately.

It's destined to be a chore that doesn't do much good.

The commanders and generals of the kingdom's coalition army were well aware that they would only get the spoils of war if they continued to move north. Even if they knew that Kamui Fortress had been attacked, they wouldn't care about it. The reason is very simple, the grain stored in the Suolong Pass is enough to last for two months, plus a large number of materials have been obtained from breaking through the pass, saving some use, and there is absolutely no problem in maintaining it for three months.

The fortress is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the giants who use cold weapons simply take the initiative to crash into it to find death.

Taking a step back, even if the giants occupy the fortress, the Kingdom Alliance will not have time to return to counterattack. As long as you retreat to the first line of the Lock Dragon Pass and rely on the defense of the pass, you can block the chasing giants. It's like the giants once used this wall to block the whites, and now it's their turn in turn.

The key is to send people to support the fortress?

Bishop Somson wasn't lying, he did send a messenger to Kamui Fortress to find out what was going on. He stayed in the tent and waited to see if anyone could not help but find him. By that time, the matter would have almost come to an end.

He liked Calis very much, and it was crucial that someone like that stepped forward.

"Go ahead! Do what you want! ”

That's what the bishop really thinks.

……

To the north, the temporary camp of the Tri-Clan Alliance.

The witch of the dragon clan, the witch forest of the tiger clan, and the witch of the lion clan, the three national teachers gathered.

A grand ceremony is taking place here.

White lurkers like Leonsen are still in play. The personal seal obtained from Viscount Monio provided "proof" for several documents. All Sleepers, including Leonson, were given their respective ranks and ranks. Leonsen, in particular, managed to blend in with a group of Vanguard routs, because he was drunk that night, borrowed the junior coat to make a farce, and the rank promotion documents he carried with him, everyone thought he was a real army major.

The Marquis of Elken is very shrewd, but even the most intelligent person needs time from sensing a crisis to reacting. What's more, the main force of the Plantagenet Kingdom under the command of the Marquis is as many as hundreds of thousands, and it is very difficult to mobilize such a large army, even if it retreats, it cannot be coaxed to turn around and run, and enough guards must be left to block the attack.

Tianhao is not worried that this piece of fat that has reached his mouth will run. The main dragon force that has completed the supply has the ability to crush the opponent. But what he wants is not just "defeat", but "annihilation".

The Lion King made a bizarre suggestion that was endorsed by many people, including the Tiger King.

Gather all the high-ranking wizards and priests of the three ethnic groups and the army to pray for rain on the spot.

In civilized times, even at the stage of flintlock pistols, weather still had a decisive effect on warfare. Once the gap between the medicine pool and the gear is soaked by rain, the musket is completely wasted. What's more, because of the covert suppression of the Holy See, white soldiers are still using arquebuses, and flintlock pistols only stay at the drawing stage.

Tianhao could not object to this. Although he did not believe in God, he was a staunch atheist.

The rain prayer ritual only took half an hour, which became the only reason for him to try to convince himself and acquiesce to the ceremony.

He knew that something strange was happening in this era, and he remembered the precipitation he had witnessed after the same ceremony. There is too much evidence that it was one or more artificial rain rockets, but the question of where exactly it was launched has not been answered.

The environment can change a person. After being captured, Viscount Monio gave up his aristocratic thinking, believing that he could accept the conditions offered by some of the northern giants on the premise of "living".

For example, seriously answer some questions raised by Tianhao.

The white army on the opposite side was more than three times that of its own. This is only an approximate figure, and although it is not very accurate, if you add the support staff, the actual number is certainly much higher.

Without a heavy rain that lasted for many days, it would have been difficult to annihilate the main white force.

The awkward words of prayer sounded like the murmuring of alien creatures. The three national teachers knelt in front of the altar, and hundreds of priests and shamans knelt side by side behind them. Special prayers take a long time to memorize in their entirety, which means that the shamans are constantly undergoing tedious training.

Three hundred hideous-looking human heads were piled up in front of the stage, forming a strange small pyramid. Although the dragons have long since abolished human sacrifice, at such times, white captives who are seriously injured and dying can be directly used. This brings many benefits to regulators and avoids a series of regulatory headaches.

Like last time, the rain fell sparsely from the sky. The clouds were so thick that Tianhao couldn't see if any human creatures were flying into the sky from a distance, but he understood that there was an inevitable connection between the "rain" and the prayer ritual. As long as you observe the weather all year round, you can know when it will rain, but there is often a certain discrepancy between experience and reality. Time, in particular, can never be measured in minutes with the accuracy of the forecaster, let alone the scattered raindrops falling in the middle of the ceremony, near the end of the ceremony.

I swear, when the white people in the south of the continent are solved, I will definitely conduct an earth-shaking search of this world!

With such determination and expectation, Tianhao, who was wearing a set of standard armor, strode up to the piled up earthen platform, took a red flag prepared in advance and worn on a long wooden pole from the adjutant next to him, and waved it vigorously in the face of the three-clan alliance army that was ready to attack under the stage.

There are so many people that it is difficult to spread no matter what you say. At this point, there has to be something striking for everyone to see. This is equivalent to a flag, and the officers have also told the soldiers in advance———— if the sacrifice fails, His Royal Highness the Regent of the Dragon Clan will wave a black flag and tell everyone to rest and wait for the next order. If the sacrifice is successful, and the gods hear the plea of the national teachers and rain rains, then His Royal Highness the Regent waves the red flag and begins to attack.

The rain is getting heavier.

The huge army turned in unison in the rain, and the soldiers, with firm and steady steps, began to attack to the south.

There is no need for shouting, there is no need for reverberating pre-war mobilization, from the officers down to the soldiers, they are all very aware of their responsibilities and obligations.

There is only one world, and it is never possible for two races to coexist at the same time.

Kill them all.

……

When a "rumbling" sound was heard in the distance, the Marquis of Elken thought it was normal. After all, when it rains, there is thunder, and there is lightning in the middle of the thick clouds.

He soon heard and saw the explosion.

Those are two very different feelings. In the distance, the dull sound waves that looked like thunder had been rolling, and suddenly came close and burst open with a powerful force that shattered the eardrums. The thunderous sonic boom completely blocked the brain, and the aftermath echoed in the ears for more than ten seconds.

The flames rose into the sky, and the splattered dirt and stones spread violently with a ring of energy waves. The people in the vicinity were unable to maintain their balance under the impetus of this powerful energy, and they lost their balance immediately, whether they were injured or killed on the spot by shrapnel, and they all fell towards the periphery of the explosion circle.

This explosion was beyond imagination and upended the Marquis of Elken's understanding of the word "power". Human bodies were constantly being thrown from near the point of the explosion, their mutilated bodies torn apart along with blood and dirt.

Terrible shocks continued to be heard in the distance.

It was a tremor from the ground beneath his feet. Elken is no stranger to this, and in his woodland, there is a sizable pasture with nearly three thousand horses. Whenever those lovely, wealth-related livestock run en masse and the horses' hooves hit the ground, a similar vibration is emitted.

The rain was pouring down. From time to time, there was dull rolling thunder in the depths of the clouds, and occasionally lightning flashed by.

What's going on?

This question is a bit redundant. In fact, the Marquis of Elken also knew that he had been attacked. The other party can only be the northern giant. However, the gap between reality and imagination is so great that his thinking at the moment is exactly the same as that of Viscount Monio when the vanguard army was suddenly attacked by night———— how can a barbarian giant have such an advanced weapon as artillery?

Without having time to think about it, the Marquis braved the heavy rain and hurried through the mud, stepping on the mortal wailers, rushing up to a nearby wooden watchtower as fast as he could in his life, and with his trembling hands took out his monoculars from his pockets and aimed them at the north side of the camp, and saw the most horrific scene that he would never forget.

Giants from all over the mountains appeared from that direction, surging like a tidal wave.

The deer that were set to be on the outskirts of the camp did not function as they should, and they were like a pile of inferior toys under the trampling of giants. The two-metre-deep trench around the wooden wall was not in the slightest, and the bear-like giants carried heavy shields with strong buckles between the top and bottom of the shields, and the two shields could be combined into a steel plate more than six meters long if they were staggered together. They put steel plates on the surface of the trench, and the followers behind them easily jumped over the obstacle and pounced on the wall.

The giants of the north are fierce, they are savage to the extreme!

This was the consensus of the white aristocracy of the South.

Previously, Elken had only heard about it.

At this moment, he was dumbfounded.