The Wehrmacht and Dragoons were badly damaged in the Seven Years' War, so the army was not in a good position, and there were only more than 2,000 men in one division, which was less than a quarter of the full strength. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The dragoons only had the first and third squadrons capable of fighting power, and the second squadron led by Philia had only twelve horsemen left, and could only be responsible for the work of the Guards cavalry.

Thankfully, the 20,000 army was only a permanent garrison in the imperial capital. If Frederick needed it, the southern German states would have fulfilled their obligation to send troops in time of war, and could have gathered about 200,000 additional troops. This happens only when aggression is resisted.

Filia led the Guards cavalry on a silent march. She didn't take a shower for three days in a row, which gave her the illusion of messy long hair. The mountain road was rough, and she remembered the scene of riding side by side a long time ago, and she couldn't help but feel itchy, and wanted to ride her horse to the front army to see Frederick.

Eight thousand men marched in three kilometers in order, Frederick rushed to the front, the baggage brigade pressed at the end, and Filia led the dragoons to urge the Chinese army to advance, because each had to maintain the discipline of the march, so they did not see each other all day long. When Filia touches the scene, she misses him.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the baggage brigade, and they hurriedly gave way out. A group of fast horses forced the paralyzed team to the side of the road and galloped after them.

Filia reined in her horse, surprised at who was so bold, lifted her visor and looked back, and saw a line of green-shirted elves sprinting on horseback, and in the blink of an eye, the breeze stirred up Filia's red dress.

"Who are you?" Filia asked when she saw that the male elf at the head had sharp eyebrows, braided blonde hair, and a strange face.

The male elf was a little shy, he didn't answer, and looked back at his teammates.

"He is the chief engineer of Genie Heavy Industries, Dimi, who came to provide technical assistance. Elena, dressed in a riding suit, rushed over and grabbed the reins. Their mounts were reunited after a long absence, and the heads of the horses rubbed intimately against each other. The follow-up horse teams arrived one after another, and they all gathered around Philia, all of them were blonde-haired, reflective, handsome elven engineers.

Filia opened her mouth slightly, thinking that Elena dealt with elves all day long, no wonder she didn't look down on Ferdinand.

"Why are you here......" Filia cares about her long-distance and difficult girlfriend.

Elena clapped her hands, and Demi pulled out a large piano box, which looked like a thin coffin.

"This is the first Law weapon that Elf Heavy Industries has successfully restored. I sent it to Frederick. Where is he?" Elena asked hurriedly, gasping slightly.

Elena introduced Genie technology and established the joint venture military enterprise "Genie Heavy Industries" between the two countries to serve national defense. But the first test was able to come out so quickly, which surprised Filia.

"He's at the front of the line. I'll take you. Filia's heart was overjoyed, and she shouted with great enthusiasm, pulled the reins, turned her horse's head and charged forward.

The chief knight rode his horse as if a gust of wind was blowing through the procession, and Elena hurried after him. The sound of horses' hooves is so cheerful that it attracts attention. They passed by the struggling cavalry battalion, the silent smoothbore rifle team, and the stunned cavalry division, and finally saw the vanguard army waving its flags.

Frederick had already heard the sound of the horse's hooves, raised his hand to halt the procession, turned his head and lifted his mask, his eyes squinting in the sun, looking at Filia's ride in the red dust.

"What's wrong?" Frederick asked Filia. He was surrounded by the officers on the left and right, forming a heavy cavalry phalanx with shining armor, restless iron horses wearing cold masks, and waving spear flags fluttering at a height of three meters.

Because of their Van Kwen blood, the officer corps was able to carry heavy loads, and everyone wore the ornate and sturdy "Maximi Company Traditional Armor", with steel plates up to 5 mm thick and only breathing slits in the face armor, and they were still able to rampage through the Musket Age and hold on to the honor of heavy cavalry.

"The engineers of Elf Heavy Industries are going to send you equipment. I had no choice but to bring them to you. Filia solemnly reported the excuse, and happily rode up to him, reined in the horse's head, and chattered on business: "The intelligence says that the new breech-loading rifle in Paris can penetrate 6 mm plate armor within 50 meters, and it is already capable of killing and injuring heavy cavalry. That's why Genie Heavy Industries is committed to optimizing our cold weapon ......"

Frederick smiled and handed her the kettle: "You drink saliva." Let's walk together, you tell me slowly. ”

Feeling that he had seen through his thoughts, Filia blushed and lowered her head to hold the kettle.

At this time, the engineer caught up and presented the case to Frederick: "The modification of the law weapon is completed as scheduled, please accept it." ”

Elena chuckled and looked at Frederick triumphantly, her long hair rippling in the wind, and a few strands flew across the corners of her mouth.

The staff officer dismounted and brought the case to Frederick. Frederick bent down to open it, only to see a silver power sword lying in black satin, the blade was one meter and two meters long, the hilt was half a meter long, the structure was free and bold, and there was a pistol-like trigger in the hand, and the curved jaw of the sword was also modified into an ingenious magazine, which was embedded with four brilliant bullet casings.

This unique design made the officer corps unable to take their eyes off it and marveled at it. Elena proudly hugged her chest, her chin raised, waiting for her lover to praise.

"According to the latest achievements of theological archaeology, Elf Heavy Industries has restored the most cutting-edge technology of cold weapons for you, and transformed the ideal messenger into a cold weapon with the law of bomb throwing. Demi looked up at the president and solemnly explained: "The jaw of the sword has been modified into a magazine, which stores four extremely precious bullets, each bullet is a law field generator terminal, which is expensive to build and thrown when it is used up, and every time you pull the trigger and throw out the cartridge case, the blade will be covered with a law field film, and the law of 'friction coefficient zero' will be attached to the blade for 180 seconds." In these 180 seconds, the blade will cut through any material, so smooth that it will be like a knife cutting water, and the resistance is so small that you will not notice. ”

"The reason why the blade can't cut deep is basically because the blade of the sword is stuck in the target. If the friction of the sword body is zero, then it is possible to split the city wall. Farragut was a martial idiot, and he stared at the Ideal Messenger with a look of fascination, muttering dizzily.

Frederick knew that his grandfather had created the myth of a sword breaking the city, relying on the artifact "Little Law" to cover the sword with the law field of "friction coefficient zero". Therefore, after the grandfather's festival was exhausted, he immediately retreated bravely, because if he couldn't control the law field generator, he couldn't continue to write the legend.

At present, Xiaolu is falling into a self-healing dormancy, so Frederick commissioned Elf Heavy Industries to renovate cold weapons with a lot of money to fight against the unknown threat from Paris.

Sunlight casts into the sword box, reflecting a gorgeous circle of light. Stunned, Frederick bent down to pick up the imperial soldier, and when he looked closely at the sword, he saw that the snow-white blade had taken on a new look, eager to show off his sharpness.

"How much energy do you produce with the cold weapon that activates the additional law by throwing bombs?" said Frederick, playing with the Imperial Soldier.

He looked at the saber and didn't see Elena's expression of "praise me, praise me, praise me, praise me".

"There is more capacity, but ammunition is scarce. This ideal messenger is the only bomb-throwing weapon in use. The male elf gushed endlessly, and he was not so shy: "The elf heavy industry has a mature law field generator production line. A hundred ordinary law weapons can be delivered per month - however, these weapons do not have the 'four-dimensional energy' to support their operation, which is equivalent to casting mortal iron at a high price. If you can't mine the law, you can't create a new law, and this theorem of equivalent exchange is as simple as not being able to heat without burning wood. The engineer said.

Frederick thought that when his grandfather's life's discipline was mined, the precious law field generator would immediately become a scrap. Sure enough, for the elves, the manufacturing process of the Law Field Generator is mature, and what is scarce is the energy that can be mined.

I'm afraid this problem will have to wait for "Xiaolu" to wake up before it can be solved. He thought.