The cold wind became colder and colder, and the rolled up flags slapped on the metal flagpoles, bringing out gusts of wind and thunder, and the soldiers in the fortress were quickly mobilized under the order of emergency assembly, and came to the battle positions of the city walls, watchtowers, pillboxes, etc., a knight in a short dark blue cloak held aloft a spear hanging a narrow-brimmed swallowtail flag, and ran all the way through the entire section of the city wall shouting commands, and in the increasingly dim sky, the runes between the gaps in the knight's armor streaked a streamer on the city wall.

Maryland retracted his gaze at the walls and turned to his lieutenant, who had followed him for many years: "Payne, how long will it be before those Typhonians arrive at the Paramel Heights?" ”

"Within two hours," replied the adjutant at once, "if the rain hadn't fallen before then." ”

"Two hours ......," Maryland frowned, "Do the scouts see the specific banner and size of that order?" ”

"Because of the interference between the clouds and the enemy's griffin knights, the vision is very poor, and it is impossible to tell how many people there are on the other side, but it can be determined that it is not the Iron River Knights or the Black Steel Knights."

"Not the Knights of Iron River and the Knights of Black Steel?" Maryland was stunned for a moment, and a thoughtful look suddenly appeared on her face.

The adjutant showed a slightly puzzled expression: "Yes, general - what do you think?" ”

“…… With the last shred of caution on the other side, it was the regular troops of the Winter Wolf Legion that were dispatched...... Maybe this will be our opportunity. Maryland glanced at the sky outside, her expression serious, and her mind turned quickly.

"They should want to use the regular Knights to scout the position first, and the Knights of the Iron River or the Knights of the Black Steel are on standby in the plains...... Those two knights have a clan-level charge skill, and once they have accumulated enough strength on the plains, they can destroy city-level shields in a short period of time...... The large shield of the Wind Fortress may be able to block it, but it should be very difficult.

"If the enemy's commander judges that there are not enough soldiers on our defensive line, he should soon be able to judge that there are not enough defenders in the Wind Fortress either, and then the Iron River Knights will charge, if not enough to destroy the large shield of the Wind Fortress in one sitting, it will be enough to inflict heavy damage on us. What's more, they will then be in close range of the Wind Fortress, and the Iron Throne will not be able to provide artillery support.

"It's cautious, there's not the slightest problem with the tactics, but it's going to create a very fatal time difference......

"Where is Iron Throne-Zero now?!"

The adjutant thought for a moment: "At the time of the last communication, we were entering the Karon Valley. ”

"Can they still speed up?"

The adjutant frowned: "This may be a big burden on the power spine...... Some degree of adjustment and repair should be required after that. ”

"It's okay, it'll be able to rest in the Paramel Heights for some time after that, without having to lead an enraged god across the plains like last time, and the magicians will have time to fix it slowly," Maryland said quickly, "Send a letter to General Philip asking him to speed it up a little more...... As long as the Iron Throne arrives in time, the people of Typhon will have nothing to fear. ”

"Yes, General!" The adjutant shouted his orders.

Maryland took a deep breath, the cold wind of autumn stormy weather blew through the window and into the room, and in the wind that contained the smell of damp earth, he whispered to himself, "It's raining......

The rain seemed to be about to fall, but it seemed to be still entangled in the clouds, and the deep, dark armored nose of the Iron Throne cleaved the humid air and crossed the border line of the last province in the east in the wind, the trees and stones on both sides of the tracks quickly retreating outside the car windows, and with the cold wind arrived, emergency communications from the stronghold of the Long Wind.

"The Typhonians have begun to march, and the situation at the Fortress of the Wind is critical."

Philip strode to the Iron Throne's center console and asked the technical sergeant who was manipulating the main power ridge, "Can the speed be increased?" ”

"It's already the fastest, General," replied the technical sergeant in a loud voice, "the power spine is fully loaded, and all the repulsion units are activated. ”

"We need to go a little faster," Philip said in a deep voice, "I authorize you to overload the main power spine - and transfer all of the shield's energy to the propulsion unit. ”

A turning point was approaching, and Philip was vaguely aware of its presence.

This turning point was which of the Typhons' legionary charge and the bombardment of the Iron Throne would make it to the front line first.

In this era, in the conventional fortress attack and defense war, the war is long and slow, and a traditional army often needs years of siege to decide the survival of a fortress, which is the norm in almost all aristocratic wars within the old Ansu Kingdom, but those veterans who stayed behind in the fortress in the east have reminded that Typhon's Legion of the Transcendents has changed the rules of this war-

The Typhonians regarded the transcendents as professional soldiers, and even began to train children with basic talents from the age of six, these mass-produced transcendents were very poorly talented, and in the eyes of traditional mages, they might not even be qualified to be apprentices, but the Typhonians gathered them together and let them master one or two abilities for more than ten years, and finally trained a special army of transcendents - those soldiers may only know one skill, only a knight charge or a lightning arrow, but they are assembled in thousands, The result was a terrifying power known as "Legion-level Spells".

Having forsaken the unnecessary "pride" of the transcendents and the old-fashioned "orthodoxy", these professional soldiers or battle mages who were born for war were able to exert on the battlefield as powerful as Cecil's Magic Corps.

This crucial reform of the Typhonians has been carried out for more than a decade, and it has only been in recent years that several Ace Knights and Mages have been finalized due to the growth cycle of mass-producing Transcendentals. In the first contact a few years ago, the Legion of the Eastlands at that time almost suffered a big loss - if it weren't for the fact that the Typhonians were not skilled enough in the mastery of legion-level spells, plus Silas at that time? Duke Loren reacted in time, I am afraid that the fortress of the wind has already fallen.

But at that time, the kingdom of Ansu was still sunk in singing and dancing, sinking in the false and erosive illusion of peace—they were a whole era behind, but the crisis in the east did not wake them up, and the cannon fire in the south did not wake them up.

Now that the Typhonians have reassembled their Transcendent Legion, the shortcomings and deficiencies exposed in the battle should have been remedied, but the former Ansu Kingdom has also been reborn - the new Imperial Legion may be immature, but as long as the time comes, the Long Wind Fortress can withstand it.

If the Wind Fortress is the first to lose its combat effectiveness under the Typhon's legion-level spells, the Iron Throne will not be able to hold itself even if it reaches the Paramel Heights, and if the Iron Throne reaches the bombardment position first, the unprepared Typhon Transcendent Legion will be severely damaged.

The two countries have been entangled for so long that the turning point is compressed in the next few hours.

The technical sergeant reached for a hidden mechanism underneath the console, and with the turn of the key, a locked cover on the console popped up.

A striking big red button appears in a recess under the cover plate with only a few words on it: System Overload.

The big red button was slapped hard, and after an extremely brief delay, the entire train shook instantly, all the mechanisms let out a low roar, and the hum of all the magic units became loud and high-pitched.

The armor plates under the sides of the Iron Throne were pushed by the mechanical structure to open gaps, a faint red light appeared in the gaps, the heat generated by the overload of the power ridge distorted the air near the train, the reserve water for emergency cooling was injected into the groove between the power ridge and the mechanism, and a large amount of hot gas roared out of the track, and the massive body of Iron Throne-Zero accelerated again in the steam, rushing towards the eastern border......

The wind grew stronger, and the clammy air rolled up the swallowtail flag in the hands of the lead knight, and even though there was a breeze shield or breath protection to block the cold wind around them, the constant whistling of the wind in the ears was still enough to make people feel irritable.

Andesa glanced up at the sky, then at the Paramel Heights, which was already in sight, and silently led the team onwards.

A very slight sound came from the helmet, accompanied by some kind of gentle "knock".

Andesa stretched out her hand and watched a drop of water bloom on the surface of her handnails, her face and eyes instantly gloomy.

"It's raining, General."

The adjutant on the side whispered.

"I saw ......"

Andesa said sullenly, more and more raindrops joining into rain lines, becoming dense in her line of sight.

The gods seemed to be on the side of the Cecil.

But Andesa just raised her long sword with an expressionless face and swung it forward: "Keep going!" ”

Rain slows down the Knights' advance, even if they are the elite of the Empire, and even if the Extraordinary can largely ignore the effects of the weather, this "slowness" exists, the difference is only in the degree.

The First Knights of the Winter Wolf Legion advanced silently in the rain, all the soldiers faithfully carried out the orders from the commander, and the griffin knights hovering in the air lowered their altitude to provide effective visibility and warning to the ground troops as much as possible, but as the rain became heavier and heavier, the surrounding light became darker and darker, and lightning began to brew in the thick clouds in the sky, and the height of the griffin knights dropped again and again, and finally it was almost hovering not far above the knights' heads.

The trek continued for some time, and just as Andesa had begun to suspect that the Cecils didn't exist at all, she suddenly heard a loud and penetrating chirp from the griffons in the air—

There was a flash of light on the high ground in the distance.

"Defense!"

Androsa shouted for the first time, and almost at the same time, all the knights drew their swords and stood them in front of them, and the magic surged, and a light white aura spread out, and in an instant formed a shield over the team—after a moment's delay, some kind of weapon that was difficult to catch with the naked eye fell on that shield.

With a loud bang, the Cecil's weapons exploded with great power, and some of the knights stirred slightly, but the solid shield remained unmoved.

Andesa clenched her sword, her talisman aura stirring, ready to guide legion-level spells against the enemy, but the continuous bombardment like the one mentioned in the intelligence did not come.

"Maintain a defensive posture and keep moving!"

The Knights, sword in hand, continued to advance in silence at the command of the commander, and a moment later the attack with a bang and a screech came again.

This time, Andesa and her soldiers did not waver in the slightest, and the young wolf general even burst into joy -

She was right!

The speed of the Knights gradually began to increase, and after the third attack, there was no movement from the Cecil's position.

Andrisa led the way, leading the group at trotting speed over the last stretch of distance between the target positions, and with the neighing of the horses, the leveled and reinforced land came into view.

The Cecil had all evacuated from the original position, leaving behind an empty mesa and a large pile of debris and strange shapes covered by tarpaulins.

"This position is fake!" The adjutant shouted, "General, you are right! ”

The knights looked at each other, and then they began to shout Andesa's name with admiration and respect, and prepared to come forward to receive the positions of the Cecil and the supplies that had not had time to be withdrawn - the opponents had obviously evacuated in a hurry, and it was impossible to take all the rumored heavy mage armies with them, and what they had left here would be a valuable source of information for the Typhon Empire.

But Andesa suddenly raised her hand and shouted to stop the actions of her subordinates: "Don't come near yet!" ”

After drinking her subordinates, the female knight turned over and dismounted, spun the long sword in her hand casually, and then suddenly raised the long sword and swung it forward—

A dazzling glow floated on the surface of the sword, turning into a powerful shockwave as it swung it, sweeping over a stack of debris in the distance.

The deafening explosion immediately centered on the debris and erupted along the surrounding trenches and tarpaulin coverings.

Andesa didn't know how many tricks and models of Cecil's magic equipment there were.

But being wary of magic traps on the battlefield is a must-have quality for every soldier.

The talisman aura unleashed by Andesa and the lieutenant blocked the scattered fragments of the explosion, and the nearby knights took a slight half step back, and some of them had a look of shame on their faces—Andesa just glanced at them and shook her head: "Never underestimate your enemies, even if you mock them every time you drink and brag." ”

After saying this, she shook her long sword casually and nodded to the military mage beside her: "Send a signal to the Iron River Knights - this farce created by the Cecil should be over"

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