The next morning, Anderson returned from the military camp of the Lassiman army more than ten kilometers away.
He had conveyed Sodelor's message to the commander, Valad, who was stationed 20 kilometers east of Rashai City and had 40,000 soldiers, had accepted it, but he was still skeptical.
Obviously, if the Kingdom of Karen sent an army to such a large field, there would be a big commotion. However, other than a bunch of black shadows flying past, the sorcerer did not see any 'troops' that he knew of. So, he finally said, "I will send a troop to feint an attack to relieve the pressure on the Kallon Kingdom's army."
This was the only thing he could do as the "commander". After all, the "feint" mentioned by Valad was not to send troops to the city wall, but to send a team of cavalry to wander around outside the city wall. There would not be any losses. Any other actions that might cause losses had to be approved by the parliament.
Valad had long wanted to take down Rashai City as soon as possible. Even if the attack by the Kingdom of Karen failed, he could still whitewash the "feint" as a "soldiers' drill" in his report. Therefore, this kind of "flattery" was a political investment with no loss.
Anderson knew Valad's plan very well. But as a mage outside the military system, he despised Valad but also understood that Valad had no other choice. When he returned to the airport, he was thinking about how to report this matter to Roddy. But when he crossed the short slope, the mage almost thought he was lost.
Overnight, the originally empty area on both sides of the airport was filled with countless tents. Two huge self-propelled artillery vehicles were parked not far away. Transport planes that had just landed were unloading more supplies. At the same time, there were hundreds of well-equipped soldiers in formation.
Sodelor was also among them. He was holding a square box and explaining something to them. Anderson frowned at the soldiers who had just arrived. He found it strange: the leaders were as strong as giants, but there were many thin and short people in the middle. It was a big contrast.
When he was about to go closer, a lot of soldiers suddenly rushed in front of him. Anderson was startled because he was too focused on Sodelor and did not realize that there was an ambush in front of him.
Now, Anderson was frozen on the spot. Under the high slope where he was standing, there was a trench around the entire airport!
It was obviously dug by magic to block the cavalry and build a line of defense. It was not a big project, but this kind of standardized measure obviously meant that the army had rich experience in field garrisons.
The atmosphere of Valad's army was obviously different from here. Not to mention the trench, the tents were all over the place, and the ground was full of feces. It was completely incomparable to the order here.
"Mage Anderson, please wait. You need to confirm your identity before you can go further."
The soldier who spoke obviously knew him, but he still asked another Wizard Lassman from the camp to come over and confirm his identity before allowing him to enter the area behind the trench.
Andrewson's footsteps tensed up when he saw the soldiers carrying out his orders so strictly. As he approached, he saw that there were even specialized toilets built in the barracks, and at the other end, there was even a canteen that was in charge of meals …
Was this a military camp?
Anderson, who had been looking left and right along the way, finally arrived in front of Sodelor. Only then did he realize how tall the "giant" in the team was.
After reporting Valard's words to Sodelor, the latter nodded and said, "From now on, Wizard Anderson, please wait in the camp and do not leave until the battle is over."
Anderson, of course, understood that it was important to keep the information confidential. He nodded in agreement and followed the soldier to a tent in the barracks area. He found that although there were many tents, they were all empty. Just as he was wondering why this was happening, the transport planes that arrived one after another made him understand the reason …
The first two batches of transport planes carried goods and cannon parts. The ones that arrived later were all carrying soldiers.
Groups of soldiers trotted to the camp under the command of the sergeants. Anderson was dumbfounded by the uniform pace they were running at.
This scene lasted until nightfall the next day.
Anderson estimated that there were at most one thousand eight hundred soldiers near the airport. But just when he thought he would have to wait another two weeks, a whistle at three in the morning woke him up.
He knew that the following battle would have nothing to do with him, but he could not help but put on his clothes and walk out of the tent to take a look.
In the end … Anderson found that the soldiers in front of him were all equipped with armor and weapons. They surrounded the two activated cannons and set off into the distance.
"Wizard Anderson, what's going on?"
The other mages sat up from their beds in a daze and said with sleepy eyes, "Is the wind very strong outside?"
"It's not the wind … It's them … They seem to be attacking the city."
"This joke isn't funny. Attacking the city with just a thousand people? Wouldn't it be a joke for Valard to lead forty thousand people and fight for so long? "
Anderson swallowed his saliva, "Although I don't believe it, but … but they're all moving out at this time, surely they're not going to enjoy the scenery …"
As he spoke, the sound of the rotating propellers rang out. That familiar noise grew louder and louder, and then gradually faded into a buzzing sound that lingered above.
Then came the second plane, the third plane.
The few mages were silent. They did not know how to judge this battle because everything in front of them was beyond their understanding.
Erwin, who was on the transport plane, did not know what these mages were thinking. He was talking to Teflin's platoon leader, Marsola, at the top of his voice, "When you land, you must protect it well! You must remember this! "
The last time he participated in the battle, Marsola was just an ordinary soldier. But because of his outstanding achievements and strong combat skills, he was now a qualified platoon leader, leading a team to carry out missions.
"Yes! Captain! I will do it! "
"Also! You're wearing your armor vest the wrong way around! "
"Ah?!"
Marsola quickly looked down, only to hear Erwin and the surrounding paratroopers laughing, "Just kidding! I see that you're always so nervous before a battle, that's not good! "
"I'm the first batch of paratroopers after all!"
Marsola's expression was helpless, but he also laughed out loud.
"Paratroopers" were not easy to become. At first, they only practiced parachuting from a height of 50 meters. Later, after the expansion of the army, everyone's training became stricter and stricter. In the last three months, there were even cases of soldiers being seriously injured or even killed during training.
War was not a child's play. As the current "trump card" of the Kingdom of Karen, the paratroopers had the highest military budget, the most powerful weapons and equipment, and the best choice of soldiers. Those who were selected from thousands of soldiers were the best of the best. Of course, they were physically strong, and after countless selections, their mental strength was far stronger than that of ordinary soldiers.
Therefore, in the face of the impending battle, these soldiers were not as nervous and stiff as new recruits. Instead, it was Erwin who slapped his armor and sang the military song. Gradually, hundreds of soldiers in the cabin began to sing along, until the ready light in the back of the cabin lit up. As the captain, he stopped, stood up and shouted, "Ready!"
Everyone stood up and began to check their equipment.
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