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On more than one occasion, the New Crusaders had reluctantly retreated to the first square after nightfall, and they had done so as often as they had fought to the death with torches.

And in the end, the Holy Spirit still issued the fate of retreat because the warriors suffered too many casualties.

These seven cliffs have become an insurmountable obstacle that has been holding back the new crusaders for half a month.

But the Holy Spirit still didn't give up.

It's not because loyalty to science has made him lose his mind.

The devout man's homework consisted of complex calculations, and with their help, the Holy Spirit, who was calm in his heart, completed the prediction of the war.

That's a lot of cold numbers, and only a handful of people of extraordinary intelligence can understand the important information behind them.

The new crusade will be victorious, and this is the only outcome.

There is no doubt that the native Imperial forces have taken advantage of the situation and reversed their almost one-sided disadvantage, but they have no chance of victory, and the Order of the Devout is still there, they are only held back by the cliff.

According to the results of the calculations, the new crusaders will emerge victorious in half a month.

Not only that, but the army will retain most of its combat effectiveness, with only a portion of its warriors dying, while the devout will suffer no casualties, and the logistics on the verge of collapse will be improved after the fortress is taken.

The only reason there is a tightrope walk in this world is that the tightrope walker doesn't die.

And now, the Holy Spirit is standing on a tightrope.

His course, and even the timing of each step has been determined, and the results will not deviate from the projections.

So in the quiet of the night, the Holy Spirit sent the army back to the camp below the first fortress and began to rest.

After that, it was half a month for the plan to become a reality.

Every day, from morning to night, the Holy Spirit used machine-like calculations to fight against the Imperial forces guarding the fortress. In the morning, the new crusaders set out from the bottom of the first cliff and began to climb upwards, paying some casualties in exchange for greater gains, and then retreated as the sun went down and returned to camp to rest. At night, the Holy Spirit is like an owl hidden in the night, engaged in an endless secret war with the Empire.

If the Empire sent men to destroy the siege ladders left behind by the New Crusaders, they would have to face an ambush left by the Holy Spirit, and if they did nothing, the next day the New Crusaders' offensive would be even more violent.

If the Holy Spirit sends men to lay in ambush, they are faced with devotion overwhelmed by an army that exceeds expectations, and if they do not do so, they may have to climb the precipice at great cost during the day and have to climb again the next day at the same price.

This is what the Holy Spirit and the Emperor do every night when most people sleep peacefully in their sleep, standing at opposite ends of an insoluble mess and trying to unravel it before the other does.

Although each day the warriors felt like they had experienced another shameful defeat, in the end, hope came before they gave up.

Half a month later, the New Crusaders reached the seventh cliff for the first time.

It was a true victory, and the Imperial army frantically tried to drive them back, but the warriors who saw hope rushed up the cliff desperately, and although they had to evacuate in the end, the frenzy spread throughout the camp, and everyone stayed up all night waiting for the doomed end of the next day.

They had given so much for this moment, and now, finally, everything is coming to an end.

Like the calculation of the Holy Spirit, they are standing on the edge of a cliff and are not falling.

The new crusaders were running out of supplies, but they were about to get new ones behind the captured fortresses, and the casualties of the warriors were about to crush the expeditionary force, but they had already seen the light of victory.

When he finally fell off the tightrope, the end came.

The Holy Spirit allowed the countless revelry voices in his heart to reverberate, but it was only like a strong wind sweeping over the mountains, unable to bring a trace of fluctuations.

This is a triumph destined for science, and it never fails to make promises.

Walking among the knee-high weeds, the Holy Spirit gave a look of determination and encouragement to all the warriors who could not sleep in ecstasy and longing, never looking up at the canyon fortress reaching into the sky, knowing in his heart that his steps would eventually reach there.

Then a devout one came quietly to the Holy Spirit.

"The gates of heaven have been cut off. ”

At that moment, the Holy Spirit's heart went blank.

For the first time, he glanced at the hearts of the devout ones with great disrespect, and found that the man was not lying.

That's impossible.

The Holy Spirit didn't say that, and he knew that since the godly man in front of him was not lying, the impossible had happened.

From the moment they captured their first camp in the steppe, the supply lines of the new crusaders were no longer as fragile as they had been, and when they made their way west, leaving behind a dozen supply camps, it became almost impossible to cut off. Because in fact, as long as there is a camp on the route across the entire steppe, the army will not run out of food.

Each supply camp controlled all the nomadic tribes in the vicinity, and was able to obtain a significant amount of continuous supply, while at the same time leaving the gate of heaven in the camp, a true miracle of science, able to cross the barriers of space and transport supplies to the new crusaders in an instant.

As long as there was one camp on the steppe, the expeditionary force would not run out of food, and even if the Holy Spirit led the New Crusaders, it would be almost impossible to find and break through all the camps in the steppe - unless he gave it up to a year.

All this flashed through the mind of the Holy Spirit in an instant, and then was dispelled by his strong will that belonged only to science, leaving only a clear judgment that the new crusaders must win in the battle of tomorrow.

"Nothing to worry about. ”

The voice of the Holy Spirit, like his appearance, belonged to a dignified middle-aged man who calmly comforted the faithful and restored him to his composure.

"I'm sorry, I ......"

"Don't care," the commander chosen by science for the army continued to march along the edge of the camp, smiling reassuringly at every warrior who saw him, "you are not the Holy Spirit, so you can't quench emotions. Science doesn't hate that, because that's what it does. ”

"Science bless you, pure soul. ”

"Don't tell the warrior about it," the Holy Spirit did the best he could, making himself appear easy in the eyes of the pious without making it seem unreliable. ”

"But ......"

"We still have three days' worth of supplies, but tomorrow morning the warriors will have lunch in that fortress. ”