The north wind of Sichuan is howling, blowing from the dense forests of the wilderness, dark green... The pine forest made a rattling sound, and the narrow forest section made it the only way to the center of the wasteland, and the white sheepskin tents covered the wilderness on the east side of the forest, clustered in the east and west, like clouds drifting in the sky,

A huge fortress made of gray stone bars was built between two huge hills, the gray walls of the city were speckled by years of erosion, and the years could not erase the merits of the fortress, and in some sections of the city there were still dull blood and burnt black, which only showed the strength of the fortress,

Two rows of huge stone walls spread out like a pair of open hands, along the course of the hills like two sides, forming a strong line of attack around the fortress, guarding the heart of this wilderness, and on the lattice of each wall, there are several spires and arrow towers, and dozens of temporary pine barracks nearby, like guards around the center of the fortress,

Hundreds of large blacksmith shops in the fortress made a clanging sound, the red stove was steaming in the cold wind, the cold water of the formed soldering iron creaked, bundles of arrows and shields were piled on the ground, mercenaries were constantly coming here with their own weapons, and in front of some particularly famous blacksmith shops, there was even a long queue.

These are blacksmiths from their respective territories, they are the precious private property of the lords, and they are also the most indispensable resources in war, and they are responsible for the maintenance of weapons and the creation of tools in the territory in peacetime

During the war, the blacksmiths would follow the lords on the expedition, a good blacksmith could ensure that a squad would not be routed by the enemy in battle due to weapon problems, and in the minds of the soldiers, it was a great thing to have a full-time blacksmith of their own on the battlefield, and blacksmithing was the most noble profession in the eyes of the westerners

Their identity is very special, belonging to the scarce resources of this era, a qualified blacksmith needs at least three years of training, and it even takes eight years to be promoted to a senior blacksmith, except for a dozen or so larger families in the entire west, most of the small lords basically have no qualifications and strength, and they have senior blacksmiths who can create full-body armor, so even if they are captured in the war, they will be supported by the new master like treasures. ()

"Lock" There was a rapid ringing of the bell, and the huge door of the fortress slowly revealed a gap, and the eight-meter suspension bridge in front of it was slowly released

"Bang" horses' hooves jumped, several groups of light cavalry holding the bald eagle battle banner of the Mamo family rushed out of the fortress, and the towering spear flag in the hand of the leading knight made a rattling sound in the wind,

Carrying their battle flags, these cavalry units galloped along the hills outside the fortress walls, and the horses' hooves roared, rolling up a cloud of dust, causing the defenders on the city walls to cheer, and the cheers of tens of thousands of people were like bursts of winter thunder, raising the morale of the army to a high level

This is the central fortress of the wasteland, Womet, and it is the scheduled decisive battle site of Maumoravant.

This large fortress has been built for thirty years, it is the largest fortress in the west, the city wall is five meters high, five miles long, and three miles wide, enough to station more than 50,000 troops.

In the native language of the Westerners, Womet means steel

The horn of war B sounded in the western land, and after receiving the emergency mobilization order issued by the Mauma family, all the lords of the central wasteland led their armies to shrink their defenses towards the fortress of Womet.

The strong cohesion of the westerners was evident at a critical moment, and in just three days, in the central wasteland of the Womit area, a coalition army of nearly 20,000 people was quickly assembled, plus two flag regiments reinforced by the Maomo family, with a total strength of more than 30,000 people.

This was the largest build-up of troops in the history of the western region.

In order to increase the confidence of the lords, the Maumo family even took out their own five thousand Momo light cavalry, and the Maumo Lavent, who led the team to meet the battle, firmly believed,

Even if the elite of the Samorian army is good at fighting, it will still be smashed in front of this strong fortress, and the steel womit will definitely be able to continue to write glory!

The cold wind burst, and the wind of the wilderness was like a wild horse that had escaped its ropes, and his tongue made Moravent's face ache,

Mao Mo Lavent with several guards and family generals stood at the head of the fortress, this is the first time that Mao Mo Lavent commanded a large-scale war, as the object of Mao Mo Dain's key cultivation, Mao Mo Lavent is more often in contact with how to deal with internal affairs, there has been no war in the west for a long time,

The last large-scale war was the Battle of the Womet Wasteland twenty-six years ago, and it was here that the Mauma family led the western coalition of sixty-eight lords to defeat the eight thousand main forces of the Vekia royal family, laying the foundation for more than 20 years of peace and stability in the west, which is just some childhood memories for the generation of Momoreventer, and the fighting and bloodshed in the past have long become a stunned sigh in the old man's mouth, "War is actually not so terrible!" The corners of his mouth moved as he watched the cheering soldiers, and the tens of thousands of army of thousands of lords' flags of various colors like churning waves in the ocean made his blood boil. When he set out from the city of Samang, the small "Vanjing" was thrown out of the clouds because of the spectacular situation in front of him,

It has been three days since the Samor army arrived at the edge of the wasteland, and after clearing out a dozen weak lords, tens of thousands of troops have been stationed on the spot, and Mao Moravant had expected to see the Samors in the afternoon at the latest, but until noon today, except for the howling cold wind in the wilderness, there was not even a shadow to be seen,

"Damn the Samor!" "Mamo Lavent was depressed for a while, looked at the empty wilderness in the distance, and scolded in a low voice, the whole of Vekia knows that the Samar army is the elite of the elite,

The most tanchang assault battle, such a strange static war as now, makes Mao Moravent scratch his head, and the person who can be looked at by Mao Morawin will definitely not be a fool, Mao Moravant can feel the storm he is about to face from the current calm,

Jonst's so-called battle against Saran City in ten days will definitely not be just a threat! what he will face is an elite army that has almost conquered the entire kingdom

"How's the situation with the scouts?" Mao Moravant turned around and asked the head of the Wen Taiqi from the scout behind him, this is a straightforward western warrior, with a dark face like steel,

Years of wild life in the open and wind, make him look slightly old, but the occasional cold light in his eyes is still like a needlepoint, Wen Tai used to be the best scout in the entire west, and his miraculous tracking skills make him known as the eyes of the Mao Mo family, in the vast wilderness, no one can avoid Wen Tai's eyes,

"For the time being, there is still no situation". Wen Tai's face was ugly, and he said, "I have sent three additional teams of scouts to expand the scope of the investigation to fifty miles, but there is still no trace.

"With the exception of the Samar Infantry Regiment stationed at the edge of the wilderness, the six thousand Samorian Guards cavalry seemed to have been evaporated by the sun of the wilderness! Winter looked hesitant and cut the railroad to the point

"Didn't enter the Central Wasteland?,Little Hair Moravant muttered strangely, and suddenly raised his head to look at Winter and said, "You mean that the Nose Moore cavalry detoured to the western snow-capped mountain area, wanting to bypass the Central Wasteland and directly assault Saran City!"

"This can't be!" Mao Moravant immediately shook his head and said, "The western snow-capped mountain area is covered with snow all year round, which is not suitable for cavalry combat at all, and the seven-colored leaf family of the snow-capped mountain will not let the Samors lightly! Although the snow-capped people do not agree with us, they are still westerners, and they will not betray the west at a critical moment!"

"No, my lord, you misunderstood!", Xiao Wentai looked at Mao Moravant, who was a little out of control, and pointed to the lord's barracks on the east side of the castle and said, "The subordinate means that there is a problem within us, and the emergency mobilization order has been issued for three days, but only fifty-six of the sixty-eight lords of the Central Wasteland have come, and the other twelve lords are still waiting!, this should be the reason why the Samoor army did not enter the Central Wasteland immediately!"

According to many of the lords who came to assemble, Samar sent an emissary to them, asking them to touch their chins, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Although most of the lords have chosen to support us, we can't completely rule out what you said!"

Wen Taizheng said, "My lord, I think things may be worse than we thought, I have sent someone to count, among the twelve lords who have not arrived, including the Ventuco family and the Sataris family, these two families are guarding the flank of the Womet fortress, it is a narrow forest, if it is really like what the adults said, I think the Samar cavalry must be hiding in this area!"

"You're saying they're going to use the Ventuco promenade to assault our flanks!" Mau Moravent's face was slightly pale, and he raised his head and looked to the northwest, an inky forest like a dark cloud, covering the northern section of the fortress, and the dense trees stretched to fifty meters away from the city wall,

When the two armies were fighting, an elite cavalry suddenly rushed out of the nearby forest, and Mao Moravant's face changed greatly, and he suddenly turned to Wen Taidao

"You may have guessed right, the Ventuco forest stretches for hundreds of miles, the Samar army can completely use cavalry to clear the outposts we have set up, and then send a large number of troops to enter along the Ventuco city on the edge of the wasteland, which is the most important line of defense on the flank, if it is broken through by the Samar army, the inner wall of Womet will be exposed to the long-range attack of the Samar army, I have ordered Aaron Tiko to lead five thousand men to garrison there, but now it seems that this may not be enough!"

Wen Tai said with a solemn expression, "Most of the Samore cavalry are light cavalry, and the terrain of the Wentuke corridor is complicated, I believe that the main force of Samore has not moved, because the cavalry has not yet opened the corridor, in this case, my subordinates are willing to lead five thousand Maomo cavalry to ambush along the corridor, so that the Samorians also know the power of my Maomo family!"