"Keep your water bags! You can only draw water at noon and at night! If you leave the team at any other time, you will be punished according to military law! "
Hearing these words, Beuragon couldn't help but look at the heads that were stuck on the lances in the distance. No one said anything. Obviously, no one wanted to be the next one to be beheaded.
After eating, the work of prisoners of war continued. Their task was very simple: to pile up the loose soil on both sides of the road as much as possible, so that it would be convenient for the road construction puppets to strengthen the road next time.
Beuragon, who had never done heavy work before, quickly rubbed his hands full of bloody blisters. In the afternoon, he was so tired that he found that these people had arrived at the bank of Bordeaux River.
In front of them, the huge bridge built by the Eiffta Engineering Company seemed to be silently mocking Beuragon's decision to "dismantle the bridge after crossing the river". Because the width of the bridge was ten meters, and there were estimated to be thousands of giant timbers used on it!
It was only three days since he dismantled all the bridges, but Eiffta's army built a wooden bridge that was stronger and wider than all the bridges combined in one day.
The combat power of the frontline soldiers was inferior, and the ability to cross obstacles was inferior … Looking at the trucks full of supplies whizzing past in front of him, Beuragon felt even more desperate about this 100 times more efficient transportation method. He did a rough calculation. The things loaded by the other party's truck, using the traditional way, might need four to six carriages to transport for a long time. Moreover, the speed was often slower than a human on the muddy road …
He used to think that the battle depended on the equipment, courage, and strategy of the commander and soldiers, but Eiffta's commander directly used "logistics" to completely shatter his concept of war …
"Dodge! Dodge! Get out of the way if you don't want to die! "
As he spoke, the supervisor suddenly began to swing the whip in his hand. The cracking sound made the tired prisoners of war raise their heads. Borragon looked back at the other side of the bridge and found that a large number of trucks were preparing to cross the bridge. They were much wider than ordinary trucks. At this moment, if the people still standing on the roadside did not avoid them, they would be in danger of being hit.
Quickly moving a few steps to the side, Borragon stared blankly at the truck that was larger than an earth dragon passing in front of him. The astonishing caliber cannon at the back of the truck made him shudder. Two days ago, when he was defeated and captured, Efta's infantrymen didn't even launch an assault. They just fired two rounds of cannons from afar and completely collapsed the troops of thousands of people.
He clearly remembered that the crystal cannons, which were as powerful as high-level Mages, were far smaller in length and caliber than this gigantic object in front of him.
Suddenly, Beuragon understood how Dunkel and Suwara were breached. How could the so-called city walls have any defensive power in front of such weapons?
If there were only one or two of them, perhaps this could be considered a "trump card" to be used at a critical moment. But Borragon stood there for a full 20 minutes because there were as many as 41 double-barreled cannons passing in front of him!
These were 82 cannons.
Borragon was really disheartened at this moment. Before, he thought that as long as there were enough Mages in the elite troops of the royal family, they could offset the advantage of Efta's crystal cannons. But after seeing so many "war machines" appearing on the front line, he completely stopped thinking about the "royal family's counterattack".
Want to make a comeback? It was still easier to dream.
After the rumbling trucks passed by, the temporarily flattened road inevitably became deformed. So the supervisor immediately asked them to work hard to fill the road with soil on both sides. Not long after, the road passing puppets quickly flattened the road. Borragon was already numb to this efficiency. He even had an illusion that if Efta's aristocratic coordination ability had always been so strong, the reason why they hadn't unified the Kingdom of Karen was because they found it troublesome, not because they couldn't defeat them.
He held the shovel blankly, but he didn't know that Sodelor, the current commander of Efta's army, was sitting in one of the huge trucks that just passed by.
After the army led by Borragon was disintegrated, the first stage of the war, the "Blitzkrieg", had ended, and the second stage, the "Confrontation of the Main Forces."
In a total of 10 days, the "Blitzkrieg" allowed Efta's army to advance 300 kilometers south from the Holy Temple. They were invincible all the way, and after crossing the Bordeaux River, they defeated the enemy's current main forces. Such a result sounded really amazing, but behind it, Roddy did his best to ensure the logistics to achieve this miracle.
The entire front line, from the last transport point of "Hollier City-Paar Territory" to the current first line, Rayena City, had a total length of more than 1,500 kilometers. It was like a rubber band that was stretched to the extreme. If it moved forward, it would easily break.
Therefore, when Sodelor arrived at Rayena City, he didn't immediately rush in to capture more towns. Instead, he began to consolidate the thickness of the current front line to ensure that such an advantage would not be taken back by the enemy's possible sneak attack.
"Reporting, commander! The barracks in front of the southern city gate have been set up! "
"Drive there directly."
More than 40 huge trucks couldn't drive into Rayena City at all. Even if they could drive in through the city gate, the narrow streets inside were simply not enough for these war machines to turn around or make turns. Therefore, Sodelor directly gathered the army under the southern city wall, not relying on the city wall to defend at all.
Because he knew that the fighting style of Efta's army was completely different from that of the previous armies.
As always, the engineering company had finished planning the camp. Under the city wall, 5,000 combat troops had already been stationed in order. Forty-two double-barreled artillery vehicles were parked under the city wall, their barrels aimed at the south.
Because the terrain of Rayena City was considered to be a raised highland in this area, the effective range of the heavy artillery reached two kilometers. If it was launched, it could even pose a threat to the enemy five or six kilometers away.
This distance was unimaginable in the era of cold weapons.
But Sodelor's preparations didn't stop there. Unlike other nobles, he didn't sit in his mansion in the city to command, but went directly to the center of the barracks outside the southern city gate. A tent identical to the one in Paar's territory had already been set up. He directly brought his team of advisors, casually drank a mouthful of water, and began to lay out the next battle plan.
The images and reports from the Falcon reconnaissance aircraft were unfolded one by one. One of the advisors pointed to a dense patch of dots and said, "The Viper Cross seems to have been premeditated. Their soldiers are finally starting to move."
"These guys suffered a lot of casualties in attacking the Holy Cathedral. They started gathering two weeks ago, which means they've been planning to take advantage of the situation for a long time."
Sodelor glanced at the image and made a rough judgment. At the same time, he drew a line with his hand and deduced the direction of the enemy's advance. "They should want to cut into the battlefield from the southeast, but I don't think those old foxes are stupid enough to be cannon fodder in the first wave of attack."
"Commander, they have a lot of cavalry. The warhorses can be armed with a conservative estimate of more than 2,000 mobile forces."
"They've put in a lot of effort." Sodelor frowned. "Do they have something to rely on, or is it simply because the royal family gave them something to reassure them?"
These were all problems that the intelligence department needed to solve. Although Sodelor was confident in the combat power of Efta's troops, the enemy were not fools. The premise of a successful "blitzkrieg" was that the enemy was not prepared enough. Now that the enemy had gone through full preparation, even if there was a generational difference in weapons, equipment, and fighting style, as the commander, he would still not underestimate any enemy.
The royal Magicians were not idiots, and the royal knights were not idiots. Although this group of religious lunatics had been repeatedly defeated in recent years, they were able to compete with the "Rose Cross" in the kingdom not only because of their brainwashing skills.
"Commander, will the Dragons intervene in this war?"
The advisors were after all younger. In their eyes, the only real threat was the Dragons. As long as the Dragons could stand by and watch, this war was in the bag.
But Sodelor did not give the answer they were expecting. He said in a low voice, "All the plans are based on the premise that the Dragons may intervene in the war."
This sentence made the advisors suddenly nervous. The relaxed expressions on their faces disappeared completely. "Commander … If the Dragons intervene in the war, how will they affect the war?"
"Large-scale spells, air strikes, and possibly decapitation tactics."
Sodelor said these three points calmly. "This is based on the strength of Her Excellency Kardashian."
"So from now on, everyone must be prepared to fight against the Dragons. Don't think that you can sit back and relax just because you are standing behind the line."
"Yes! Commander! "
After all the advisors stood at attention, someone finally could not help but ask, "Commander … Then how do we deal with the attack of the Dragons?"
"The Prime Minister said that the best defense against air strikes is trenches and underground bunkers. So when we arrive at the battlefield, make all the defense measures that can be done."
He turned his eyes to the town of Lannis on the sand table and nodded. "The rest depends on how the Prime Minister handles it."
*****
At this moment, Roddy, who had arrived at Lannis from the Holy Sanctum, was indeed thinking about the "attack of the Dragons".
It only took two hours for Kardashian's message to reach him from the palace. The dignified Dragons actually lowered themselves to gather intelligence. No one would believe it. Roddy did not expect her to get such important information so quickly. Obviously, the Dragons still did not label Kardashian as "Elson".
And the information contained in this simple piece of parchment did affect all of Roddy's subsequent plans. He did not expect the Dragons to be so determined to intervene in the war.
Roddy could not judge the combat power of the Baby Dragons, but he was sure that they were more difficult to deal with than the royal family and the Viper Cross army combined.
How to deal with such a high-end force intervening in the human war? Sitting in the temporary headquarters of Lannis Town, he kept filtering all the possibilities and cards in his mind. But before he could come up with a definite solution, his Mark of the Dragon Slayer suddenly reacted, and a soldier suddenly came to report to him outside the door.
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