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20 minutes before the launch of the magic net on August 9, 1666

Provisional Headquarters of the Free Army on the outskirts of Blenheim-sur-Metz, Julok Republic (after the third relocation)

Blenheim-sur-Metz.

The Blenheim detachment of the Western General Army, commanded by Major General Pluto Luthor, was engaged in a fierce battle with the Figota Army moving south. It was the sixth day of the Jena-Blenheim double battle. Fighting in the Blenheim area has been going on for a whole week.

If the Battle of Lenny is an intense and climactic movie, and the Battle of Jena is a part-acting opera, then the Battle of Blenheim is a television series that is uneventful for the most part but climactic in key episodes.

Beginning on the 4th of August, the Principality of Figota launched a wave-like offensive against the Free Army on the south bank. The elven reinforcements had also successfully reached the rightmost flank of the imperial army the day before yesterday, covering the entire battlefield on the flank, expanding the strength advantage of the entire battlefield to two to one.

Fortunately, the elven army only pretended to be fighting hard, and the entire front still relied on the Figota army to attack, and then was thwarted by the major general and his army again and again.

The Metz River, which was not too wide, looked like an impassable moat, and the corpses of the Figota between Upper Russell and Lower Russell added up to more than two thousand.

- Until the morning of August 9.

At sunrise on this day, the freers were surprised to find that the figotas in silver armor had rushed out of the position that had been guarded by the elven army.

The transfer was a secret one. Marquis Cavendish von Figota led his army into the elven camp at two o'clock in the morning, and he secretly mobilized eight battalions of phalanxes to cross the river in column from the positions of the St. Sen, breaking through the weak left flank of the Free Army's defense, and the elves followed them to consolidate their gains.

The command of the Free Army, in this way, carried out a second migration in a panic to leave the shelling of the artillery of St. Sen, but this was only the beginning of the nightmare.

After Pluto threw almost all of his reserves into the left flank to reorganize the line, Blucher's division on the right flank began to cross the river under the cover of the maid artillery. It was also a determined anomaly attack - as they knew that the Freire had barely any spare reserves.

Soon, the right flank was also broken through, the defensive line retreated into the town of Blenheim, and the Free Army command was forced to move for the third time. They abandoned the Mes line and almost all of Blenheim and retreated to the village of Grau on the banks of the Metrebutsi. On the defensive line, the artillery positions on the periphery of Blenheim were almost their last refuge.

More than nine battalions of infantry defended Blenheim, resisting Blücher's attacks again and again, while the other seven battalions flanked off the Elf-Cavendish artillery bombardment. The Free Army's logistical staff has begun to set fire to supplies that may not have had time to move in the town.

In the midst of such a difficult situation, the afternoon battle meeting was held, but an uneasy air surged around the conference table.

After the third relocation, the headquarters was located in a hillside church outside the village of Grau, which belonged to the Pak Congregation, one of the four mainstream Protestant orders, and the priest in charge had long since fled, leaving only a large unguarded cemetery. As each battalion staff officer rode back from his battalion, he felt an indescribable depression beside the cemetery.

Attendance at the staff meeting was nearly half as good as it should be, and it was natural that the commanders of a large number of front-line troops and the officers of the already disbanded battalions did not appear, but for some reason, even Major General Pluto Luthor himself was slow to appear. The staff officers who rushed back from the front line could not bear it anymore and began to exchange information about the battle situation on their respective fronts.

"The Shengsen Army is nothing, their legion flag is still cheap as usual, and they won't move it if it's not cheap. It's just that General Cavendish is really incredible. Our artillery kept bombarding, and he braved the shelling to patrol the front line, and for two whole hours, we all panicked. ”

"If we don't press all the reserves to the left flank, I'm afraid that we will all collapse in that assault. Another captain, the battalion commander, sighed, "But this has led to a serious shortage of troops on the right flank." Have you ever heard that oriental fable told by His Excellency the Marshal?"

"Which fable?"

"The story of the Second Battle of Kengele, the story of the king of the East and his ministers racing horses. The vizier used his own superior horse against the king's medium horse, and with a medium horse against the king's inferior horse, and thus achieved victory. It seems that he is practicing this strategy now, and we are the inferior horse now. ”

"It's five minutes late. Finally, a staff officer of the battalion couldn't hold back anymore and asked an operational staff officer of the headquarters, "Why hasn't Your Excellency the Major General come back yet?"

"His Excellency the Major General went to the Blenheim front forty minutes ago and personally commanded the battle there. An Overseer was of great help in the battle. When I left, it seemed as if he was still on the front line, with the commander of the five battalions in the inner city. ”

Another staff officer, who had returned from the right flank, explained: "We are far from being strong enough to fight against that madman from Blucher. Blenheim we were almost gone, and the enemy's well-prepared battalions were rushing into the town one after another, and we could barely hold the offensive on the perimeter. The artillery battle did not prevail either, and those female artillerymen were too accurate. ”

"There is only one question in my statement. It was a battalion commander on the left flank who spoke, "How many reserves do we have? The cavalry squadrons are already very difficult to cover the battlefield, and the infantry is suppressed to death by the other side on the left and right flanks, and if we continue to fight like this, we can only be defeated on the whole line! Where are our reinforcements? Now that Jena has won the war, when will the reinforcements from there arrive?"

"And the theme of this staff meeting is that there are no more follow-up reinforcements. ”

Hearing this gloomy voice, all the staff officers bounced up from their chairs like springs and saluted the door.

"Marshal López left his reserves in Jena. Jena's victory also meant that we didn't have enough troops. Well, now let's convene an operational meeting of the Blenheim detachment. ”

Their commander walked in through the door, pressed his star against the table, and three weary officers followed him. There was silence throughout the church, and only the voice of the major general's statement could be heard.

"In the name of Major General Pluto Luthor of the Free Army, everything I say next is what I think is true. If it's something I can't be sure of or don't know, I'll make a point of making it. ”

Eighty percent of the officers, as well as one hundred percent of the non-commissioned officers, did not hear the routine oath of their commander, because they only noticed the change in his appearance.

Pluto Luthor's major general's uniform was completely soaked in blood, and enemy blood was still dripping down his cuffs, and he looked like a murderer who had just finished his job. It was in no way like Chen's status as a Reformed bishop or former senator, and it was in stark contrast to his usual grace and moderation.

More than one person was wondering: Could it be that the situation had deteriorated to this extent? Although the Major General was almost the most powerful user of magic in the entire army, it was not a good sign that a battle would bring enough blood to the main general's body to be used for bathing.

And the statement of the major general was fully in line with their expectations.

"Guys, we are now under a full-scale attack by superior enemy forces. The enemy already knew about Jena's crushing defeat, and at the same time, they knew that we had no reserves, and that López's home team was not in Blenheim. We have to put away all illusions, and today is a decisive battle. ”

The former Julok Republican's eloquence is as good as ever.

"The first stage of the morning defense was temporarily successful, but the enemy had summoned their reserves to Blenheim, and we had not a single soldier left to throw into the right flank. Since I will now have to go to the Right Sector to organize the defense, there will be no free speech period in today's operational meeting, where I will directly state the information I know and give orders. ”

The Major General's finger swiped across the map, resting above the town of Blenheim. A few drops of black blood dripped from the end of his sleeve, staining the map, and it dawned on Luthor to roll up his cuffs, but the command never stopped.

"Our troops will be divided into three parts. The heavy forces were pinned to the left flank, and the right flank held the south flank of Blenheim, allowing the enemy to throw more troops into the town. And the cavalry in the center, from now on, gradually released the array, reduced from forty to fifteen squadrons, and twenty-five squadrons were withdrawn and stood by behind Grau. The staff continued to retreat, preparing to abandon this command. ”

All the staff officers opened their mouths wide and thought that their commander was crazy.

Someone shouted: "Strengthen the left and right flanks, but withdraw the center, and then prepare for the fourth transfer!" Sir, you can't win such a war! I have never heard of such a strategy of withdrawing from the center, nor have I heard of the victory that can be achieved by voluntarily abandoning the heights and villages!"

Pluto Luthor glanced at the officer, and a bloody handprint slapped on the military map.

"I, no, we don't have time. Because there is one most important thing that will happen in twenty minutes. All mana in the region will be voided. ”

The Major General spoke in an understated tone, but an attentive person could hear the eagerness.

"Most of you should have seen the Jena Army report. Twenty minutes later, it will be even worse than the 'magic swamp' phenomenon that occurred south of Jena. Hurry back to your respective camps and save all magical items from now on until the decisive battle in twenty minutes. If an enemy is confused, destroy it immediately. End of meeting. ”

"Sir, how do you know ......?"

"Oracle. The Overseer of the Reformation replied, and immediately no one asked a word more. The entire Free Army, and even the entire South, could not find a few theologians who could be compared to the major general in front of them, and it was superfluous to question him.

The Major General then sat down in his chair, crossed his hands, and began to pray.

The officers bowed their heads, covered their faces with the shadow of their military caps, and walked out of the door with mixed feelings, and went back to command their respective troops.

No one could hear the prayer of their commander.

Here's what it reads.

"Sister, you think about miracles too easily! It's true that you can build the bottom layer through arcane arts, but the response and communication agreement of the upper layer don't have to rely on me to build it with the theory of divine magic, or this whole magic network is just a bunch of interconnected magic streams! Besides, sooner or later, you don't choose now! I can't even hold the Blenheim Line! This is chaos! And this is not ordinary chaos. It's a complete mess!"

If it weren't for the transformation magic on her body and the few remaining staff officers, Bonnie Seiffel would almost want to pull her hair and scold.

Miracles. The divine magic that she had tried so many times but never been able to accomplish, the spell that was at the top of the sacred theory alongside the complete resurrection, was a great miracle that only the most devout priest or the most religious priest could occasionally summon.

Wishing and miracles feel a lot like making a request and then making it happen through the magical power of magic. However, the means of implementation are different for both. Wishing is like a power of attorney that is handed over, and the means by which it is achieved must be reasonable, but it may take some time to understand whether the way you made your wish is wrong, and why it chose to do so. Miracles, on the other hand, is more like a magic box that can conjure a rabbit, it directly realizes the result to you, you can't figure out how to achieve this result, and most of the methods are difficult to reconstruct rationally - or in other words, at the current level of magical science.

Of course, the latter is much more dangerous than the former. Who knows how these black boxes of the gods will interpret the miracle you are praying for?

"A miracle can turn into a curse if it is wrong" is a case in the history of the church. Bonnie knew that the original version of the phrase was "A mission that misses a single word becomes a heresy." The effects of Miracle are more complex and powerful than Wishing, but the relative reaction is also more direct.

"There's still twenty minutes, and if you count the travel time, it's about thirty to forty minutes. Bonnie's crossed fingers clenched together, knuckles clattering, "It's not completely impossible, if you use some dangerous techniques......

She jerked to her feet, looking around the church with her bloodshot eyes, looking at the Protestant art statues.

"It's not completely impossible. ”

Ignoring the soldiers who were busy preparing for the Fourth Relocation Headquarters, she walked straight out the door, rolled over and stepped onto her warhorse.

"Go to Blenheim, let the enemy throw all their infantry into the town!

Only the last company of guards remained. She didn't know what Marshal López was doing, only that he said that the reinforcements that should have been transferred from Jena would not arrive in time.

But that's okay. Half an hour later, the net reached Blenheim, and then everything was decided.

"Isn't it just that all magic is gone? It's not a big deal, isn't the enemy's magic gone?Sister, you can requisition those magic, and so can I. ”

The girl who had always maintained the transformation magic on her body muttered to herself in a voice that only she could hear, and galloped on her horse.

She didn't even realize that the false appearance she was maintaining now was also a magical effect.

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