After many days, Godwin? A student in Orlando described the scene on the 30th of the month of Ansu's recovery in 738 with these words-

When the South opens its gates, the power of machinery and steel pours out, the wheels and tracks of chariots crush the land once carved out by sword and fire, and all beings are equal before the power of Cecil.

For the first time, Cecil's Wizard Combat Corps left the South and set foot on the Plains of the Holy Spirit.

The engines sounded, and the steel chariots driven by gears and levers drove out of the rock fortress with the sound of horns and whistles, and marched mightily northward, and large convoys full of soldiers and supplies also drove up the Kingdom Road, which ran north and south, forming a giant python on the plain. Philip sat in the command car in the middle of the first convoy, he opened the armor plate on the roof of the car, and leaned half out, staring at the team through the shimmering shields of the car.

Heavy warhammer tanks escorted on both sides of the road, steel armor and main tank guns glowed in the sun, large transport vehicles were in the middle of the road, and the "steel ambassadors" were staggered, the spacious carriages were full of heavily armed soldiers, and every hundred meters or so in the team, there was a truck with a silver-white fist insignia, which was a troop carrier belonging to the White Knights' warbands - the White Knights, who were chaplains, did not have their own main battle tanks for the time being, but with the efforts of Patriarch Wright, Their warbands are already beginning to take shape.

In addition to the vehicles, there are also soldiers in a column to follow on foot - infantry is an important guarantee to ensure the visibility and emergency response capability of the combat vehicle unit.

The sight of this legion attacking is stunning, and the power of machinery and steel is breathtaking.

But after all, Cecil's magic industry was still in a short period of time, and it was not yet possible to achieve the mechanization of the whole army - in the latter part of the 1st Combat Corps, there were still long queues that relied on animal power to transport soldiers and provisions, but even the vehicles towed by animal power were often equipped with howitzers or repeating gun turrets, so as to be truly fully armed.

Philip withdrew his gaze, and in the process his gaze briefly met a young man leaning out of a nearby chariot, who immediately put his hand to his chest and respectfully made a "half-knight salute".

The young man wore a sword insignia on his chest and a corresponding insignia on his shoulder, indicating that he was a knight and one of the civilian officers promoted after the establishment of the Duchy of Cecil.

Of course, Philip knew the other party, after all, about half of the new generation of officers in this team were trained by him, and he also knew that the young man with the knight's badge was just an ordinary person without extraordinary strength—in Cecil's legion, more than half of the knights or officers were ordinary people without any extraordinary strength.

"A new age of knighthood...... Philip sighed softly, but there was no regret in his tone.

The Cecil is coming.

Before the squire could report it, the Count of Pompeii saw the mighty army on the Avenue des Kingdoms, the magical industrial creations that were difficult to understand with common sense, and with the blessing of Eagle Eye, he could clearly see the wheels and tracks of the mechanical monsters, as well as their guns, and the heavily armed soldiers who accompanied the convoy.

The slightly breezy Count of Pompeii stood on the windswept terrace and watched silently for a long time, looking not only at the army of the Cecil, but also at the army he once had—an army led by knights, made up of levies, draped in all sorts of armor, carrying colorful banners, and lined up by the beating of drums and flutes, and then marveled at the fact that Sir Maryland, who had been a rock fortress, had held out for forty hours with that level of troops.

It seems that it is indeed the work of the fortress shield and the city walls.

Then the count left the terrace and went to the main hall of the castle, where he ordered the servants to prepare a great luncheon, and he put on the gown he had worn only once at the time of his canonization, which was already a little tight, and put on the bow tie, hair cover, and ribbon, and he also made his wives and children dress up and sit at the table as if they were attending a royal feast.

After taking his seat, the Count of Pompeii, dressed in formal clothes, glanced around the hall and saw the servants all standing nervously in the distance, so he smiled: "Come too." ”

Servants, you look at me, I look at you, no one dares to move the place, they can't understand their master's abnormal behavior these days, let alone the anomaly of today.

The Count of Pompeii shrugged his shoulders at this, and then he raised his glass and shook it slightly in the air, saluting Francis II, who had left this world.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and an attendant ran in breathlessly: "My lord, ...... is coming outside."

"Let them in," said the Count of Pompeii calmly, then turned his head slightly to the band not far behind him, "please change to a more solemn tune, 'Varsa Finale' is good." ”

The gates of the castle were slammed open, and a group of heavily armed soldiers entered, led by a heroic female knight, and beside her stood two heavily armed warriors in heavy white armor and full of the power of the Holy Light, which the Cecilians called "priests".

The heroic knightess strode up to the Count of Pompeii, clutching a document in her hand: "Monsieur Count, I am Margarita from Cecil?" Crete, here on behalf of Gawain? Duke Cecil, convey to you ......"

The Count of Pompeii didn't wait for the other party to finish, he took out a stack of sealed documents, and said gently and slowly: "This is the canonization documents of the Moen royal family on me, these are the land documents on my territory, and this is a list of my possessions except for the castle. ”

Then he looked at the paperwork in the female knight's hand and nodded slightly: "Where am I signing?" ”

Margarita was slightly stunned, probably because this situation was beyond her expectations, but she still reacted quickly and handed over the document: "End." ”

The Count of Pompeii took the print, glanced at it roughly, then picked up the dipping pen that had been prepared long ago, and after bringing the tip of the pen closer to the paper twice, he smiled bitterly and looked up at the female knight: "Madam, can I finish this meal and sign it?" ”

"Yes," Margarita said lightly, looking calmly at the Earl, who was located in the southernmost part of the Whitsunday Plains, and whose entire territory was within the firepower of the Rock Fortress, "We'll watch you finish eating here." ”

……

In the large command car, Amber left the communication station and came to Gawain's side: "The Count of Pompeii has signed - there really is no battle. ”

The half-elf's face was full of incredulity.

A county with a large area, not a barren land, and even a wealthy county on the whole, simply accepted the "management" of the Duchy of Cecil.

Gawain just smiled absently: "This should be a relief for that Mr. Earl, at least he finally doesn't have to worry about whether he should insist on being a royal nobleman or hurry up to become a southern nobleman." ”

With that, his attention returned to the battle map in front of him.

On this precise map, a quarter of the plain of the Whitsunday has been marked in blinding red.

The Gurgon River, which runs north and south, and the Kingdom Road along the Gorgon River, are marked in striking blue and white.

On the Gorgon River and the Kingdom Route, two arrows have been marked, they are the River Fleet that is moving north along the Kingdom Road, and the Army units that are advancing north along the Kingdom Road and the Plains.

His battle plan is clear, and he has agreed with the army generals and staff officers - the most important goal is to complete the cutting and blockade of the entire eastern contaminated area of the Holy Spirit Plain!

The "plague" created by the Death of All Things is dangerous and terrible, but it obviously still requires a medium of communication and a corresponding "ritual" to stimulate it (information from Thorderlin and Belk), so at this stage, its spread is not out of control, and the polluted area is still dominated by the giant wooden crossing, and has not crossed the Gorgon.

He wanted to block the plague on land before it crossed the Gorgon River - relying on the warships in the river to clear the shores with firepower, and then the mechanized troops equipped with heavy burners advanced all the way, creating isolation zones and purification zones from south to north and from west to east, and after initially controlling the pollution area, and then gradually clearing the "crystal cluster army" of the Society of All Things through the advance and contraction of mechanized troops.

Now that all the factories in the south have entered a wartime state, all production lines are working overtime to make improvised and quick versions of the "Spitfire", a large number of civilian ships have also been temporarily requisitioned, installed with small naval guns and incendiary projectiles, and will soon enter the Dolgon River through the Rock Fortress to support the First Fleet, plus the entire Duchy of Cecil has been consciously preparing for this war since last year, so as long as the contaminated area does not break through a few key points, then this plan is the most appropriate and effective.

But correspondingly, the most likely and riskiest part of this plan to get out of control is the pollution breakout blockade......

Gawain's gaze moved upwards, and finally landed at the northern end of the Gorgon River, at the junction of the Kingdom Road, on the largest city in the Plains of the Whitsundays, and on the main fortress—

City of Saint-Sunil.

This royal capital, which has a population of more than 100,000 people, controls all the traffic arteries in the east, west, north and south, and controls the gate of the north, must not be lost, let alone polluted!

……

To the north of Pompeii, across a hilly area under the direct control of the royal family, several chariots formed a small makeshift camp, and a team was camping in the wilderness.

Dressed in black light armor and wearing closed helmets, the Ranger warriors climbed onto the roof of the vehicle, adjusted the observation pattern of the tactical eyepiece, and vigilantly scanned the dark wilderness in the distance, while the two howitzer operators and the two heavy burner operators sat on their respective vehicles, blocking each direction with their weapons - not only blocking the road, but also being wary of the gravel wilderness that seemed difficult to trek on, which was the valuable experience accumulated by the warriors after a dozen battles with those monsters, large and small.

The Crystal Giants are not human - despite being mutated from humans, they have been able to move freely from human restraint after gaining a strong physique, and they must always be aware of their ability to walk and attack through rubble, depressions, shallows, and even poisonous swamps.

From the royal capital, the blue-eyed and curly-browned knight of Mitchell was wrapped in a blanket and leaned against the heating lamp heated by heat runes, looking at the strange warriors from the south with a complicated gaze, while his few remaining soldiers sat not far away, mostly looking confused.

To this day, the aristocratic knight still seems to be in a deep dream—he wakes up from a nightmare and falls into a strange new dream, in which a chariot made of steel roars, huge explosions and deadly flames fall from the sky, and the warriors who call themselves "Iron Rangers" save him and his soldiers, and the equipment and fighting methods of these warriors ...... It was an eye-opener for him.

You know, as a noble son of the royal capital with a family background, he has always been proud of being well-informed, but these warriors from the south and the way they fought ...... Mitchell Knight is really not seen.

The royal army also received weapons from the South, the knights were armed with molten swords and thermal ray guns, and the army was also equipped with a small number of rune-propelled "light accelerator guns", but it was only to this day that the Mitchell knights realized one thing: the ...... that the Southerners had handed over to the Kingdom Army It's just the tip of the iceberg of their huge armament.

Ironically, until more than a week ago, the commanders of the Kingdom Army were still complacent about those weapons, and were still planning to launch an attack on the eastern frontier after the end of spring, so as to end the war once and for all.

Now the war is indeed over...... The war between the royal family and the East is over.

Knight Mitchell laughed to himself as footsteps came from the side, and the elven ranger with long blond hair came to the heating lamp and sat down next to Mitchell.

"How's the injury?"

"It's already healed, and my physical strength has recovered about eighty percent," Mitchell didn't hide his gratitude, "Thank you for your alchemy potion." ”

Solderlin nodded: "Rinsing the wound with a mixture of dispelling and rejuvenating agents can effectively avoid purulent infection, and it can also allow the wound to heal quickly without wasting physical strength, which cannot be achieved by oral medicine alone." ”

Mitchell kept smiling, but the corners of his mouth stiffened a little.

In the Kingdom Army, even the knight class can only be rationed two bottles of alchemy potion per battle, two bottles! Only half a mouthful per bottle! Only dare to drink when you are about to be killed!

Who doesn't know that rinsing a wound with an alchemy potion will speed up healing - but who can afford it for a normal person......

After a moment of embarrassment, the royal knight forced himself to change the subject: "Where are we going next?" ”

"Move in the direction of the Gorgon River, where our warships will meet us, and then we will join up with the 1st Corps at the riverbank," said Solderlin, "and not to mention that—in your judgment, how long do you think it will take for those Crystal Cluster troops to reach Saint-Sunil?" ”

"If they don't sleep, I'm afraid another week will be there...... It's because most of them can only walk, and there are no horses or vehicles to fit their large bodies," Mitchell shuddered, recalling the impression those terrible monsters had made on him, "I think they can travel without sleep for a week." ”

"In the worst-case scenario, they'll arrive in Saint-Sunil within a week," Salderling frowned, "...... Hopefully, the city will hold out until the main forces of the south arrive. ”

As a proud royal nobleman, Knight Mitchell immediately subconsciously spoke: "St. Sunil has Ansu's most powerful magic shield and self-repairing city walls, as well as hundreds of battle mage towers and powerful royal knights and guards knights, it can withstand the attacks of those monsters. ”

However, the blonde-haired high-ranking ranger only glanced at him lightly, and said calmly, "I believe in the shields, the city walls, and the mage towers in your mouth, but I don't trust the people who defend the city very much. ”

Mitchell met the eyes of the high-ranking ranger and said unswervingly, "The two knights will hold out until the last moment. ”

“…… It's okay, there are knights like you in the royal capital's generation, and it's not completely rotten," Thordrlin patted Mitchell on the shoulder, and said if it was a compliment, "I hope that the city will hold on." ”

……

Continuing along the Gorgon River to the north, to the east of the river, between the Boulder City and the Gorgon River, in the city of "Red Maple City", which has a long history, the last shouts of killing finally gradually stopped.

Blood spilled the streets, broken swords and equally mutilated corpses lay across the ground, a pungent scorching stench permeated the city, the sun shining from the clouds illuminated the cooling battlefield, and the army of crystal giants was sweeping the ruins, collecting the spoils, counting the losses, while a tall, thin, and gloomy man in a black robe walked through the blood-colored streets, and came to the square in front of the lord's castle amid the respectful salute of the surrounding crystal giants.

Imam of the End of All Things, Heaton.

This gloomy man has changed a little compared to before, his cheeks and hands have grown small crystals, his eyeballs are filled with powerful arcane energy, he has not yet completed the final step of the transformation of the gods, but many characteristics of the gods have already appeared in him.

This gave him additional strength and also allowed him to command this huge army more effectively.

"Resist to the end...... It's a mercenary and an adventurer," the black-robed imam glanced at the corpses around the plaza with disdain on his face, "The lord here is a coward. ”

A tall crystal giant came to Heaton's side and let out a hoarse and low voice, "Most of them are cowards, with a few exceptions. ”

Heaton turned his head slightly and glanced at the giant, "Korod, is the resistance in Boulder City over?" ”

"It's going to be over - we've taken over more than seventy percent of the city......"

"That's not over yet," Heaton interrupted, "what the hell is going on?" ”

"The so-called 'Queen of the North' is still resisting, she and her troops control the castle area, relying on the amplification of the castle's magic tower and magic net, the entire castle area is shrouded in a layer of powerful blizzard, and it is impossible to get close."

Speaking of this, the giant couldn't help but curse: "That damn magic net, it can run forever!" ”

"The magic net won't get tired, people will, and the 'Queen of the North' will dry up sooner or later," Heaton said lightly, "find a way to drain the magic of that blizzard and destroy them as quickly as possible—they've resisted long enough." ”

"Yes."

"There's another thing that I'm more concerned about than those stubborn fools," Heaton continued, "I hear there's some trouble in the South? ”

"Yes, some wandering intruders, who seem to be from the South, are operating on the outskirts of our zone of control."

“…… I don't want to be distracted, but I've had enough of the so-called 'Cecil'," Heaton snorted, "Destroy them. ”

"Yes."

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