Six hundred and thirty-nine There are only two months left, and we must give it our all
To the north of the Holy Light Castle, a continuous ridge extends from west to east from an unrelated mountain range, like a long wall, separating Kist from the Divine Fall Plateau, and the name of this mountain range is the "Longwall Mountains".
To the south of the mountain range are a series of deep ravines, some of which seem to lead to the center of the earth, and some of which are flooded by underground water veins to become lakes, which look like moats and make the Longwall Mountains an impassable moat.
Such a terrain is not only a force of nature, but also related to artificial formation.
In the last era, the Dark Elves invaded, and the land mass where the Dark Elf Empire was located was blasted away from the continental plate and collapsed into a misty swamp. The edges of the plates are violently squeezed and torn apart, forming the Longwall Mountains. More than two years ago, the misty swamps had risen, the marginal landmasses had been shattered and could not be filled, and the long ravines and depressions served as moats.
The Longwall Mountains also have a number of passes, the central part of which is not only the widest, but also connected to the former Misty Swamp by a land bridge. The base of the land bridge is a solid rock formation, and even if the misty swamp rises, it does not damage the land bridge.
At the beginning of the Fourth Age, when the kingdom of Koster was not yet called Koster, the king at that time stuck his sword in this mountain pass, saying that as long as a fortress was built here, the kingdom would be stable forever, and the people would live happily ever after.
More than a thousand years have passed, and the king's kingdom has long since become the kingdom of Koster, and happiness is only a longing thing in the memory of the people, but the Broken Sword Fortress has always been standing, and it has become strong and magnificent due to thousands of years of continuous repair.
"No matter how strong the walls are, they can't stop the wind that blows people's hearts......"
The gray-haired old man stood on the wall of the fortress, touching the granite boulder battlements, and was full of emotion.
"Marquis, the defense plan is ready!"
Dakai hurried in, and he was now also an earl. As a former second attendant of the king, such a title is very incompatible, but he can get out of the whirlpool of flesh and blood rolled up by the king and devote himself to defending the just cause of Kster, even if he doesn't want a title, he doesn't care.
He handed the scroll to the old man, Marquis Vic, the governor of the southern part of the kingdom.
Vic unfolded the scroll, which was a picture full of art, and even had rich elements and intricate lace, which made Vic's brow furrow deeply.
"I'll still use that kind of ...... in the future Vic said, "The scale is not right, and the map handed over to the sentinel does not match at all." β
Dakai said in fear, "It's my fault, Marquis. β
Vic shook his head: "No, Dakai, His Majesty appointed me as the Governor of the South a week ago, and we have only been here for three days, and you have done so much to exceed my expectations." Moreover, the defense arrangements on the map are clearly marked, which basically reflects my thoughts. β
Dakai breathed a sigh of relief: "I understand the Marquis's idea of turning the Longwall Mountain Range into an impregnable wall, and all aspects of the allocation of manpower and materials are based on this idea. Fortunately, the kingdom of materials such as the Army Unity Realm has accumulated a lot, and the amount we asked for is so large, Your Majesty has generously allocated it to us. β
He could not help asking: "But there are some places, is it too wasteful? Many officers complained that the regiment was pulled to a deserted hill, and it was completely impossible for the enemy to attack from those places. Most of the legions are still old-fashioned, and the soldiers are civilians, shouldn't they be regrouped, redressed and trained?"
The mountains on the map are covered by covers, sparsely arranged in some places, and so dense that they are intertwined in other places, and look like a centipede from a distance.
Each cover is a legion, and hundreds of legions are arranged along a thousand-kilometer defensive line. According to the marked figures, the entire line of defense was crammed with nearly 300,000 troops.
"To be precise, most of the legions only have numbers, and they must be re-recruited", Vic looked at Dakai and said with a faint smile: "Now that the deployment map has been drawn, you will be in charge of the recruitment work next." The area under my jurisdiction occupies a quarter of the kingdom's territory and only one-fifth of the population. This means that for every ten people, one person is drafted. β
Dakai swallowed, it was no different from a national mobilization.
The king's newly crowned nobles have divided the land and population of the countryside, and together with the towns in the central and northern regions, and thrown themselves into the mad hegemony of world conquest, and now Vic wants to throw the people of the southern towns into the flames of war?
Defending the country is a noble and just cause, and Da Kachai feels that ordinary civilians are not obliged to do so, and they are usually oppressed enough by nobles and officials.
"Remember, the criterion for recruitment is not whether you are strong or not, but whether you are healthy or not," says Vic, "and that you must be under thirty years of age, and at least one-third of them must be women." β
"One third of women!?"
Dakai was shocked, what does this mean?
He didn't want to ask directly, but said worriedly: "With so many women in the barracks, I'm afraid there will be a lot of ...... Abuse, let's make a lot of problems. β
"Compared to starvation, killing, puppetry, or even undead material, a little abuse is nothing," Vic said, with a straight face, "and as for what the problem is, it doesn't matter compared to the suffering that the kingdom is suffering now." β
Dakai faintly realized: "Marquis, what do you mean ......"
Vic nodded: "Yes, in addition to the 100,000 troops in the Broken Sword Fortress and several important strongholds, the 200,000 people I want you to recruit are actually sheltering them as soldiers." β
The old man's old face, which had never been incomprehensible, stretched out with deep pity: "The kingdom is falling into the abyss, and I have to keep some people, and this is the limit of what I can do." β
Da Kai paused for a moment, and said sincerely: "Marquis, I didn't expect you to be so ......"
The old man's face returned to normal: "More importantly, the Fei Gong cares about civilians very much, and these civilians can also be used as hostages at that time." β
Dakai's cheeks twitched a few times, and he chuckled, "Indeed, this can attract them to use their brains on these civilians, so that they don't run into the kingdom to wreak havoc." β
Then he said worriedly: "We have recruited honest civilians, and at the same time drained the regular army in the south, those rebels will be active, right? I remember that there were several rebels near Griffon City in the southeast, and even some nobles. β
Vic sighed, "The kingdom has become a battlefield for the gods, and many people have not yet figured it out. They still cling to the old things, and they just want to stay in their hometown to keep their little things, or take the opportunity to steal something. β
"Eventually, they're going to be crushed to pieces. We can't do anything but try to pull out some people. β
"Let the new nobles fight them, the long walls of the Kerthians don't need the wicked ones to defend them. β
As he spoke, he looked up at the sky, and his face became gloomy: "As for the sky, there is nothing we can do." β
The sky resounded with the chirping of a wyvern, mixed with a strange buzzing sound. A moment later, a dazzling glow reflecting the sunlight grew from small to large, falling directly near Vic and Dakai.
It is a white steel wyvern, encased in an intricately constructed shelf, with a pair of steel wings extending horizontally from its buttocks, connecting two propellers. The propeller turned out to be able to change direction, and it was turning towards the sky.
"Be respectful, don't talk......"
Vic gave a command, and a big smile bloomed on his old face as he turned his head.
He stretched out his arms to meet him, and stroked his chest to the little figure who was standing up from the back of the dragon: "Your Excellency Mirhos, what wind has blown you here? β
The halfling man with a Mediterranean hairstyle snorted coldly: "Your Excellency the Governor, you are so polite. According to the king's orders, I am your subordinate, and of course I must come and obey you in person. β
"You are a legend after all, and I am nothing in front of you except for my status as the king's representative," Vic said in a sincere tone, "and not only that, but I also sincerely admire the wisdom you showed during your confrontation with Prell. Look at this wyvern, it's a miracle, it's unbelievable. β
"This ...... Prell was also very strong, forcing me to use some strength", and the halfling's attitude softened a little, and he floated off the dragon's back, suspended in the air, maintaining the same height as Vic.
"I'm here to find out what you're thinking," said the halfling, "I'm worried that there's another Atlas, but not as strong and intelligent as him." β
Vic's smile remained the same: "My thoughts are simple, Your Excellency, my mission is only to hold this wall. As you can see, this long wall is not the Lion King City, and our Kist people's determination to protect the border pass is also unwavering, and it is impossible for Prell to cross this long wall directly from the ground, so he will only fight the idea of the sky. β
The ice condensed on the halfling's little face melted further: "Oh......?
"So, we can only rely on you for the rest of the battle, Lord Miljoth", said Vic, "the battlefield of the sky is completely dominated by you. I will assist you in every way and provide you with the necessary resources. You can use your power according to your ideas and wishes, and as long as you can stop Prell from delivering supplies to RomlΓ₯s, it will be a victory. β
"Don't underestimate me, Your Excellency the Governor," the halfling raised his little head: "That kind of thing is victory? That is an insult to my wisdom! I will defeat Prell, I will rule this sky, just stretch your neck on the ground and watch it!"
Vic couldn't even see with a smile: "Then I'm looking forward to it even more......"
The halfling man waved his hand: "Okay, I came here in person to respect you, after all, you are the governor appointed by the king." As long as you don't dictate to me, honestly help me dispatch resources and coordinate with those lords below, I can put all my mind on the sky. Do not doubt that I have other ideas, I am not fighting for the king either. If you are really trusted by the king, you should know who else is behind me and why I came to fight Prell. β
The halfling floated back onto the dragon's back, the transparent hatch was buckled, and the propeller spun at an accelerated pace, slowly rising with the dragon. This wyvern should have been well trained, just slowly flapping its wings to keep its balance. After reaching a certain height, the wings are extended, and the propeller turns backwards, flying away almost twice as fast as a normal wyvern.
Seeing the halfling leave, Dakai asked curiously, "What is the background of this guy?"
Vic didn't hide it: "It's said to be related to the Golden Dragon Clan." β
"Golden Dragon?"
Dakai was surprised again: "Isn't the golden dragon from the good camp?
"There are two mistakes in your words," Vic said, "firstly, the Golden Dragons are not the only Golden Dragons, and secondly, it is not the Golden Dragons and other gods who interfere with the Chesters, but the order of the Chesters that first collapses, and it becomes a springboard for the gods and Dragons to interfere in the main plane. β
Dakai was stunned for a moment, and sighed deeply: "We are Kisters, what a misfortune. β
To the north of the Longwall Mountain Range, deep in the cliffs of the mountains southeast of Koster, the halfling floated down from the back of the flying dragon, looked at the super-small companion on his wrist, and nodded with satisfaction: "The speed is four hundred and twenty kilometers per hour, not bad, and there is progress." β
Entering the cave in the middle of the cliff, the fireplace is burning in the neat and clean hall, and the soft light is sprinkled, even the legend who is not afraid of the cold is stretched out and given birth to a trace of satisfaction and relaxation.
The little body of the halfling man sank into the soft sofa, and muttered in a tangled voice: "It's still good to have a woman around." β
"I haven't had anything to do in the past two days, so I've helped Your Excellency clean up", a voice sounded: "But unfortunately, I'm not a woman anymore." If you need it, I can train some suitable slave girls to serve you. β
"Forget it", the halfling man waved his hand: "It's hard to find someone who is smart enough to withstand my toss, and even if you find it, maybe it's a Qidina second." β
The woman with her body shrouded in a robe and two small protrusions at the top of her hood chuckled, "I will take this sentence as a compliment to Your Excellency." β
Gidina then asked, "So, Your Excellency, what is the situation?"
"The new governor is very acquainted, after all, he is not a legend", the halfling said proudly: "Now the affairs of the south, no one will pull my hind legs anymore." β
Kidina said in a cheerful tone, "That's good, then the question will be simple." β
The halfling's expression froze: "It's simpler, but it's also more of a headache." Whether it's technology or resources, Prell's side is always pressing me, if I can't even cut off his transportation line, let alone the Mad King, the above will be impatient, it's been less than two months. β
Kidina was stunned: "Two months? I thought this was just the time limit set by the Mad King for you......"
"It's nothing to tell you," said the halfling, "and many gods have sensed it, and in less than two months at most, the era change in the world of Finn will enter a new phase." I don't know exactly how the gods will manifest themselves, but after that, maybe it will be the era when the god war is in full swing, and the main plane will become a battlefield. β
Kidina took a breath: "So, if you don't get the favor of the gods as soon as possible during this time, you will only become a ...... at that time."
The halfling sneered: "That's right, whether it's a king or a legend, as long as it doesn't have enough value, it will become a consumable." β
After saying that, the halfling jumped up, floated in the air, and picked his head instead: "As soon as I thought of this, my scalp began to itch again." β
Gidina coughed and changed the subject: "Steven, the merchant who ran errands for the Ted family, was looking for you just now, saying that he wanted to cooperate with you in a big deal. β
"Ted Family ......"
The halfling man subconsciously shook his head: "Isn't that guy still dead? If you want to knock on my bamboo pole again, I can't afford to buy a floating ship, and even a newly built floating ship is outdated, and it is not suitable for the new war at all." β
Kidina said, "He said that the Ted family is also working on magic guided flying machines, and he can help Your Excellency. He also said that it was two months, so I was curious. His exact words were that it was no longer time for Your Excellency and his master to consider the Golden Buer, and that he had only two months to fully cooperate with His Excellency. β
The halfling pondered for a while, then nodded: "Yes, I can't take care of that much, all the resources that can be used have to be used." β
Almost at the same time, at the original site of the Holy Light Castle, next to the crater-like crater created by the war colossus, several magic engineering vehicles stretched out their mechanical arms, carrying out civil engineering operations at a rapid speed as when the Cactus Air Base was built.
In the magic tent not far away, the chairman of the Infrastructure Construction Committee, Hammer, and the chief member of the Magic Work Committee, Artur, pointed around the model projected on the workbench. Next to the oblate diorama, the inscription "Mobile Fortress of Flettenschaus" is inscribed.