A dazzling ball of white light pierced through the darkness and rushed into the sky in the wind and rain, bursting against a background of gloomy dark clouds, turning into a bright ball of light that was clearly visible in the extreme distance.

In the northwestern part of the Paramel Heights, in the middle of a position hidden by the terrain and woods, a large, oppressive war machine was silently dormant in its tracks, a dense curtain of rain splashing over its dark armor plates, and the flash of Typhon's signal flares shone on the wet steel plates.

The Iron Throne turned off all the main lights on the exterior of the car, and the windows of the carriages were also raised with opaque guards, and in the dimness, only a few faint signal lights flickered on the surface of the car, and this faint light was shrouded by the rain curtain and the dim sky, hazy, almost imperceptible from a hundred meters away.

In the tactical section of the armored train, a commander approached Philip: "The Knights of Typhon, the precursor, have signaled. ”

"They're signaling the Legion of Transcendents standing by in the rear," Philip said calmly, "to inform the arsenal section to get ready, with all the main guns pointed at the eastern plains of the Wind Fortress. ”

"Yes, General."

Philip turned his head and looked at the holographic projection not far away, and above the crystal that glowed a faint blue light, the scene outside the train appeared from an external monitor.

The rain became heavier and heavier, the sky became more and more gloomy, and the cold wind carried the rain curtain and poured it on the land near the border.

Thanks to the rain, the Iron Throne had arrived at its intended location northwest of the Paramel Heights half an hour earlier, and then went into silence, where it has been waiting until now.

In the wind and rain, night has gradually fallen.

Now, when the Typhon Transcendental Legion enters the Buffer Plain - whether they are the Knights of the Iron River or the Knights of Black Steel, as long as they enter the state of cluster charge, they will definitely have no time to hold up their shields, no time to resist the bombardment of the main cannon from the Iron Throne, the bombardment of the four fortress-level main guns, and the firepower of the light and medium magic cannons currently equipped by the Long Wind Fortress, any legion can only fall in the way of the charge.

"Unfortunately, this rain has also affected our reconnaissance," one of the officers lamented, "the armored griffons can't rise into the air in this weather, otherwise we would have had a clearer grasp of the Typhon's movements." ”

"The Typhonians are more affected than we are—we have at least the watchtowers on the Longwind Line, but they only have griffons that can't rise into the air," Philip said, "be patient and wait for the signal from the Longwind Fortress, don't think so much." ”

Although he said this, Philip couldn't help but feel a little fluctuating after hearing the exclamation of his subordinates.

The armored griffin is a compromise between traditional classes and magic equipment, but the limitations of the griffin itself have determined the limit of this compromise in advance, and the war in the plains of the Holy Spirit has proven the great role of air power, and it is said that the magic technology research institute has been working on a completely modern technology-based aircraft...... I don't know how long it will take for the craft to get out of the lab......

On the triangular plains west of Winterwolf Castle, the magical light rising in the distance illuminated the rain-soaked armor and weapons of the knights, and as the light faded into fading, the head of the Iron River Knights, Count Moglock, turned on his horse, the only sound of the armor crashing in the silent order.

Quietly watching the magical flames of the distant sky spread between the clouds, Count Moglock slowly raised his long sword, and the command resounded throughout the Knights: "All of them have - the third formation, slowly accelerate, forward!" ”

Not a single person in the entire knight order made a sound, but all the knights and the war horses under their crotches responded to the order at the same time, and with the rumble of horses' hooves trampling the earth, the phalanx formed by thousands of knights began to move forward.

In the dark and dim skylight, the silent knights began to slowly accelerate in one direction like six thousand sculptures arranged in order, and the armor made of fine steel enchanted in the rain curtain glowed a deep color, gloomy as ink, only when lightning streaked across the sky, these steel covered in flesh and blood would glow with a reflection different from dirt and waterholes, as if the iron river was surging, quiet and solemn.

And as the overall acceleration of the knights, the flow of ubiquitous magic power suddenly accelerated, and the huge energy was guided by these thousands of knights who had been trained, educated, and lived together since childhood, and little by little it condensed into a vague high-energy cloud over the array, and the front end of the cloud pointed to the Changfeng Fortress from afar.

Behind the Knights, a second force also began to move forward, an army that did not wear any metal armor, but the magic gleam in each of their eyes made it impossible for anyone to underestimate their role on the battlefield, this team was all dressed in blue-black robes, wearing mage daggers and mass-produced magic tomes at their waists, holding oak scepters, and several black banners agitating in the wind and rain over their arrays.

Palin? Earl Wintercastle was dressed in a robe of stars, and raised his staff in the air: "Black Flag Magister Regiment, forward!" ”

Unlike many people who think of mages who are slow to move on the battlefield, the battle mages of the Typhon Empire are also trained in a fair amount of horsemanship—in addition to protective swordsmanship and a certain degree of physical training. This is because soldierized battle mages tend to have only a limited grasp of one to three combat spells, and additional training is necessary to make them useful on the battlefield.

On the basis of this training, the Wizards are perfectly capable of operating with the Knights - unless the latter charges, the Wizards will always be in sync with the Knights, providing uninterrupted long-range support.

Andesa couldn't see the movement of the Iron River Knights, but she knew that when the signal was raised, the Iron River Knights and the Black Flag Wizards must have already set off.

The Cecils of the Wind Fortress may have received information about the Empire's advance, but how are they prepared to deal with the upcoming Legion-level spell strike?

The once-steely Legion of the Eastside is gone, cunning Silas? Loren is said to have disappeared on the battlefield of the Plains of the Holy Spirit, and with only a group of Cecil soldiers who have not established themselves, they will definitely not be able to hold the fortress of the Long Wind...... If they could hold it, they wouldn't have to set up so many false positions around the fortress to make a fool of themselves.

Andesa waved her hand to swing away the rain lines around her, feeling glad that her advisors were able to detect the abnormality of Cecil's position in time, otherwise the soldiers of the Empire would still be kept in the dark by those bluff tricks, and the Empire would have missed out on opening Ansu in one fell swoop...... The best chance of Cecil Portal......

But just as she sighed like this, a sudden surge of doubt made the young wolf general frown.

It is impossible for a false position to really hold the frontier, such a simple truth can be understood by himself, and the Cecil people must also understand it.

They had clearly created these false positions not to fend off Typhon, but to stall for time......

Delaying the time would most likely mean that the Cecil really had reinforcements - they weren't really empty, but that the reinforcements needed time to reach the border.

It has been a long time since the first abnormal "troop increase" of the Changfeng Fortress, so ...... Did the Cecils actually have dragged on long enough to tear down one of their illusions themselves...... Could it be another illusion hidden in the back?!

In many cases, a keen mind only needs to open an opening, and it will naturally connect many clues that are easy to ignore, and Andesa feels that she is overthinking and a little too nervous, but once she starts to think in the direction of the conspiracy, she finds that she can't stop thinking at all.

Things had been strange since the Cecil took over the Wind Fortress, and what had happened in this vast area of confrontation had gradually gone beyond the framework of the traditional rules of war, and she suddenly felt that she had to go the extra mile...... You know, between the Wind Fortress and the Winterwolf Castle, there is never much talk about the rules of knighthood!

A thunderclap suddenly exploded in the sky, and a bright electric light streaked across the sky, illuminating the surrounding undulating rocks and vegetation, and Andesa suddenly recalled the false position she had discovered earlier, and recalled a detail of that false position—

The Cecilians should have left only a very limited number of soldiers in each false position, used as observation posts and "actors", and that few soldiers, deployed in the Palamel Heights, which is at a greater distance from the Longwind Fortress, could not have been without the slightest panic when facing an integrated knighthood, and even if they were really strong-willed, they would at least have to consider their own safety - unless they didn't plan to evacuate alive at all, but if so, they wouldn't leave their positions, Instead, they will use the explosives on the battlefield to die with the Typhon Knights!

But in fact, the Cecil soldiers only left their positions after three attacks on the Typhon Knights, which were already within a short charge.

With such calmness, there must be a way out, and that retreat cannot be the distant Fortress of the Long Wind, nor can it be the other defensive positions on the Palmel Heights—even if one or two of those positions are true, they will not be able to stop the onslaught of an entire Winter Wolf Knights.

Their retreat is a battle group that is close to the Battle Fortress of the Long Wind and can ensure the elimination of an entire Typhon Knights in a short period of time, and this battle group must be near the Palmel Heights!

Andelsa's eyes widened instantly, and then she turned around and ordered: "Griffin Knight, take off!" ”

The adjutant next to him was taken aback: "General? ”

"The Cecil may have hidden a large number of troops in the vicinity that are capable of long-range attacks...... This rain has affected our vision!! ”

The adjutant was shocked by Andessa's gaze, and immediately realized the gravity of the situation, and almost without hesitation, he ordered the griffon knight, who was currently in the best condition, to take to the air immediately.

In this bad weather, the griffon instinctively refused to approach the clouds, and the rider had to pierce a hollow needle filled with potion into the back of the griffon's neck, and with potions and special spells to forcibly drive the griffin into the sky against the wind and rain, Andesa raised her head and stared at the huge bird of prey flying farther and farther away in the dim sky, gradually becoming a blurry black dot, and she did not wait long after that, the griffin knight quickly returned to the surface.

The potion-poisoned griffin stumbled to the ground, and the knight in light armor jumped off the back of his mount: "General! Northwest direction! There's a huge, weird-looking thing! It's like a 'train' that the Cecil people sold us, but it's huge, it's weird! ”

Andresa's heart sank, and after asking where the thing was, her bad premonition came true.

Leaving the army on standby, she led a group of elite soldiers to a safe observation position pointed out by the Griffin Knight, and saw the war machine hidden between the woods and boulders.

The massive steel monster lay silently on the tracks, its body draped in terrifying armor, armed with countless magical weapons, large and small, to its terrifying strength.

And the most terrifying thing was the huge magic cannon at the end of the steel monster - Andesa hadn't seen it before, but she had seen it in the report, in some precious magical images sent by intelligence agents at the risk of death, and she knew what it could be used for.

Pry open the strongest fortress in the world.

And those weapons are now silently pointing in the direction of the Long Wind Line—the Iron River Knights and the Black Flag Magister are advancing towards its strike range without knowing anything!

Andesa would probably never have known that the terrifying war machine had only arrived half an hour earlier.

Counting the time lag between the Iron River Knights' attack and the Iron Throne's bombardment preparations, she was less than an hour short of the turning point that would have decided the fate of Typhon and Cecil.

“…… General, this is a trap! The adjutant lowered his voice and said, "We have to destroy this thing......"

"It's no longer possible, unless we have a large siege machine or half a mage...... "Andesa gritted her teeth, then suddenly raised her head and looked in the direction of the Eastern Plains.

The lieutenant and several of his entourage looked in the same direction, each aware of the meaning of Andelsa's hope.

The troops behind must be stopped at once.

Andesa raised her hand and was about to give the order to give the signal.

But she stopped—for she realized that if the signal was fired, it would mean that her troops would be exposed to the silent war machine.

The war machine should have known that a Typhon force was nearby, but it and its people didn't know that the trap had been exposed, that it was still dormant, and that the First Knights of the Winter Wolves still had a chance to escape.

However, by the time the Winter Wolf Knights have withdrawn to a safe distance, I am afraid that the Iron River Knights have already entered the range of the Cecil's trap.

Andesa didn't dare to wait until then to make a signal, she didn't dare to bet-

No one knew how far the war machine could reach, but from where it was deployed and what she knew about Cecil's magic weapon, she knew she didn't have much time left—the Knights of the Iron River were marching fast, and they were already in the Plains of the Long Winds, and she had to stop that force and the mages behind her in a matter of minutes.

So here there must be one person who breaks away from the large force to send the signal, and the rest of the knights quickly move their position - the Paramel Heights are very large, and the line of sight is extremely poor at the moment, so the war machine should only be able to lock the person who sent the signal, but not the large force that has already shifted its position.

This is the scenario with the least loss.

In Andessa's momentary hesitation, a soldier in a short mage's robe had already stepped up from behind.

"General, I will leave a signal, please evacuate as soon as possible."

Andesa stared at the soldier who stood up, and the latter responded calmly: "General, I am an auxiliary mage who specializes in sending signals, I can only use all kinds of magic light techniques, and it is my duty to send signals." ”

After a moment of confrontation, Andesa spoke in a deep voice: "...... Soldier, what's your name? ”

"Eric? Yuraia, "the mage soldier puffs up," from Enchhawk County. ”

Andesa took a deep breath, stepped forward, and pressed the soldier's shoulder hard: "Eric, the empire will treat your family well. ”

"It is my honor to serve under you!"

Andesa nodded, and then ordered: "The others, immediately transfer with me!" ”

Two minutes later, the entire First Knights of the Winter Wolves began to evacuate the Palamel Heights as fast as they could.

Shortly after the Order left the area, a flash of light came from the back of the group.

Androsa turned her head and saw a bright red ball of light rising from a distance, exploding high in the air into a blinding and bright blood-colored flame.

Traps, evacuate.

After a delay of just a few seconds, a piercing screech and explosion covered where the ball of light had risen.

Ansu 738, the first year of Cecil, the 35th month of the harvest.

Everyone on the Long Wind line passed by the blade.

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