In fact, the discussion of the aesthetic problems of the inhabitants of the plateau and the plains has always been a strange circle.

In the eyes of the Derans, the aesthetic of the Waters is monotonous and terrible, they always prefer dark plain colors, and any street you look at, it is a black trench coat and top hat, and even the buildings and roads are always the same color.

On the plains, there is a classic joke about the Waterl.

It is about a rich man in Wattle who got lost and was found by the police, so the police asked him very politely where his home was, who his family was, and whether there were any bodyguards and carriages nearby......

The rich man replied, "The family lives in a villa with a steeple, and on a straight, gray street, there are bodyguards in trench coats nearby, and they are standing by a black carriage."

So the policeman got angry, "You're not going to be a spy who got in, are you? You can't make out the things you're talking about, they're all over the place!"

The rich man was also angry: "Or guess why I got lost?"

Of course, this joke is biased, because the Waters do not only use black and gray colors, but they believe from the bottom of their hearts that this deep color is sacred and can express the tenacity and indomitability of the nation.

As for the residents of Deland, the Waters are also quite complaining.

They believe that the inhabitants of the kingdom of Teresa have a very superficial love of art and beauty—they are simply fond of colorful colors, but they have little real artistic literacy, especially in literature and naming.

The fact is that the Dereans are indeed a bit lazy when it comes to naming names.

In response to the jokes made up by the Teres, the Waters also made up proverbs in response.

"In the town of Riverdale next to the valley lives a man whose ancestors are from the city of the valley and whose wife is married from the village of the valley."

Roughly speaking, the people of Deland always named after nearby landmarks, and they were very fond of abuse, and always made a lot of jokes.

On this point, Xiuge still agrees.

Because on the map in front of him, there are several landmarks named after the "Black Forest", which makes him a little big.

One of the officers complained: "Black Forest Fort, Black Forest Town, Black Forest Village...... Damn, I don't even know the words 'Black Forest!'

"Ha, I think it's good, 'Black Forest, I like that word very much, it's easy to make people want to explore and attack.'"

In fact, as long as "serious people" like Master Clutter and ladies like Verin weren't present, Alfred and other officers would always inexplicably pop out a few weird words when they talked in private.

As for the existence of Xiuge, they didn't care at all.

After Alfred's "hints", these officers already knew that this young military mage was the descendant of the family valued by Marshal Zeke of the Three-Clawed Falcon Zeke, plus all the work that Xiuge had participated in during this period of time was very good, and he himself had a special "aura", so that these officers of the Fifth Chasseur Regiment did not deliberately hide anything in front of Xiuge.

Alfred lit his cigarette and said, "There is essentially no difference between these locations, they are very limited in distance from each other, and they are essentially one...... So if we're going to attack the town, then we're going to have to take down all this 'Black Forest'."

….

This is obviously not an easy task.

But the members of the hunting regiment were very indifferent, and some of them had even begun to have their eyes shining—as professional soldiers of Waterl, they had been holding back in Brownhill for too long, and now they were a little impatient.

At the same time, Shuge stood silently with his cigarette in his hand, staring at the map as well, but busy talking to a few battle-hardened "old men" in his heart.

"It's a good choice, and from the map, it's really an ideal place to break through."

General Bernhardt expressed his opinion: "By controlling the town, you can cut off the transportation of several roads in the vicinity, which is located nearby

The fortress on the hill was able to occupy the terrain and shell the neighborhood, while the village was very close to the forest, and could retreat from it in case of danger."

"Does it look good?"

"Just looking."

Another, more sedate soul reminded, "Although this is a considerable distance from the main line of defense of the Deresans, its position is too delicate, but the Vanderlanders will definitely set up and defend these places with a little brains, and I can assure you that if you continue in the current direction, it will not be long before you meet the Delands head-on...... What they are best at is building a large frontal line of defense and extending the line."

At this time, Alfred and other officers had also begun to discuss the relevant content.

"It's impossible to go head-on, the only thing we can choose is this Black Forest...... Through the forest, we were able to evade the defensive line set up by the Delands on the front and attack from the northwest side of the town."

"What about the fortress? There may be people from the Law Committee there."

"There are two options, one is to attack the town and attack the Black Forest Fort at the same time, and the other is to deal with the Black Forest Fort first, and then use its advantages to help us attack the town...... Merlin Lehe has declared war on us, so we don't have to worry about who they are."

Alfred lightly sketched his finger on the map: "These things are all on paper, how to do it, we have to wait for the news from Mr. Cleutz's side, the council's secret ceremony should have been set up, listen to Boldon's opinion."

It was then that Hug asked, "So, we did a tentative raid?"

"Well, let's just say, an attempt."

Alfred nodded, "If we can control the Black Forest for more than five days, then the subsequent legions will also be able to follow up, so that we can tear a wound in the Desa's main defensive line, and we can use this wound to bleed them."

An officer in his thirties sat on a cigarette and asked, "Mr. Xiuge is worried about our defensive pressure, right?"

"Yes."

Xiuge nodded bluntly: "We lack heavy crystalline cannons, although the personnel are full, but they are much smaller than the Deland Legion that forms the frontal defensive line, and after we really control the Black Forest Town, the pressure on the defense will probably be very exaggerated."

….

"You're right, but that's what the Chasseurs are all about."

Alfred exhaled a puff of smoke, and then he threw the end of the cigarette into the snowdrift on the side of the road: "Raid, infiltrate...... Tear through the enemy's defenses and gain a foothold, isn't that what a mountain hunter should be like in the forest?"

……

Upon entering the Plains, the Fifth Chasseur entered a magical silence.

Under the cover and support of the front-line legions, the entire hunting regiment began to make a detour in the direction of the Black Forest Fort.

And in the process, Xiuge finally witnessed with his own eyes what it means to be truly under intense artillery fire.

The artillery bombardment from both sides continued one after another, and because of the advantages of the new armaments, the artillery bombardment carried out by the Wattle army was more frequent and intensive, according to the officers of the hunting regiment, which should have deliberately drained the protective ritual resources of the Deland army.

Exchanging relatively inexpensive cannonballs for the magical resources that the Dereans and the Legislature were proud of was certainly a great deal for the Wattle army, but as time went on and the fortifications continued to be built and perfected, the benefits of the artillery bombardment of the positions continued to decrease.

When Hug looked up, he could see the marks that remained in the sky—it looked like someone had used a knife to leave a lot of marks on a large wall, in many shades.

Verin told Shug that it was the magic mark left by a large number of cannonballs as they flew through the air.

"There is magic in the sky, too, and although these magic powers are thin, they are a huge whole...... The cannonballs used by both sides contain magic crystals

Therefore, the flight of the cannonball is very similar to the roots of a plant passing through the soil, leaving a trace."

A period of military life, Wei Lin's temperament has changed slightly, in order to facilitate her movement, she cut her hair a little shorter, although because of wearing glasses, the whole person has always exuded a strong scholarly spirit, but after all, it is still a lot more capable than in the past.

In the precious interval of this march, Wei Lin suddenly asked, "During this time, the Black Sun Society seems to have made no moves?"

"It may also be because we are far away from those political centers, and the situation on the battlefield is changing so quickly, so even if they do move, we can't sense it."

"Hmm...... Makes sense."

Wei Lin nodded, but her gaze drifted to the Kalfan heavy machine guns that were set aside, and she suddenly sighed softly and said, "I never thought that one day the world we know would be like this...... In the face of these weapons, magic seems to be less important."

Shug thought that Verin was frustrated by this, but when he looked over, he noticed a strange look on her face.

She was silent for a moment, then asked, "Do you think that if the members of the Black Sun Society saw what was happening in this war, they would have wanted to *** change?"

"Thoughts? What do you think?"

"Faith...... Or something else?"

Verine sat down on a rock in the middle of the woods, "I have gone through the documents of the Council beforehand, and I have found something in common in the travelogues of travelers and explorers—but the people or primitive tribes who mention in their records who only believed in the ancient gods believed in the power of those gods."

….

Hugh laughed, "So, they think that the power of the gods is too great, so that humanity is as insignificant as ants to them and to their families...... But in fact, the forces that the Black Sun Society reveres and trusts may be just as vulnerable to the inventions of the new era of mankind."

Verin nodded, "The monsters we encountered in Salem City, and the rats we met under Ernst Manor...... They are all capable of being harmed or even killed by our powers, and even if they may be mere imitations of ancient things, it at least shows that those born from lost power are not without their weaknesses."

The conversation between the two men did not last long, and soon the march began again.

During this period, the magical message from Bolden finally reached the Fifth Chasseur through the secret ritual, and as Alfred and others expected, Bolden issued an order, hoping that the Fifth Chaulter Corps could make an infiltration attempt to find an opportunity for the frontal front.

In fact, there were not a few troops that received similar orders.

At the vast junction of the plateau and the plain, whether it is the Waters or the Derans, or those scattered public *** teams, they have now begun a new round of strategic exploration.

The Black Forest and its environs are only a microcosm of the stages in this vast war.

Immediately after leaving the vehicle, the way the Chasseurs marched changed, with a large number of horses seconded from the front-line barracks becoming the main means of transport, helping the Chasseurs transport heavy ordnance, while the infantry, including all the accompanying mages, quickly changed their equipment.

Because of the snowfall, everyone changed their overcoats in favor of standard waterproof cloaks and cloaks, and the necessary equipment such as skis, goggles, and ropes were assigned to individuals, and at this time, the heavy boots of the hunting regiment came into full play - the soles of these boots were studded with spikes, which made it easier for people to navigate difficult terrain.

Several squads consisting mainly of volunteers appeared.

In the process of crossing the Black Forest, these volunteer assault squads will become the sharp arrows that the hunters will send out, they will be both scouts and obstacle solvers, necessary

It could also become a death squad, and several of the military mages that Xiuge was familiar with, who had obviously received special training in the past, and therefore used equipment very similar to that of the sword-wielding hermits of the Dharma.

More than a dozen different rituals of protection and enhancement, from the Silver Armor to withstand conventional magic and crystallized ammunition, to the Magic Pendulum to capture the slightest traces of magic...... With the support of these equipment, they will become the most important core of the assault team.

It's snowing again.

In the fluttering white snowflakes, the soldiers from the highlands turned into silent hunters and silent streams, speeding towards the depths of the black forest.

The battle had not yet begun, but the bloody breath was already stirring in people's noses.

The black sun hangs high.

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