As an unqualified commander, Meg relied on the experience he inherited from Alex, and had a deep discussion and plan with Dominic.
The scale of this war was huge, and it involved many types of soldiers. The situation was very complicated, and it was even more exaggerated than the racial war back then.
The racial war back then was just two to three races killing each other. It looked like a mess, but there weren't many large-scale wars.
Furthermore, the allied army was formed at the last minute. They might not even be able to trust each other, let alone have a tacit understanding.
Dominic looked at Meg's defensive formation on the sand table with a frown, and said, "With such an arrangement, once the defense line falls, it will be very difficult to control the situation."
"With the million-strong undead army charging fearlessly, a simple defense line won't be able to hold them off. Hence, I plan to make an opening in these three canyons and let them in.
We'll split the million-strong undead army, and then stretch out the battle line.
We'll set up artillery battalions and magic casters on both sides of the canyons to kill the undead army as much as possible.
We'll set up a pocket-shaped encirclement at the exit of the canyons, and set up spell formations and a large number of soldiers to guard it.
The giant dragon army will go forward and kill the undead army in advance with their air superiority.
However, our ultimate goal is to lure Cthulhu into the spell formation and seal it.
Once Cthulhu is successfully sealed, the undead army will be leaderless, and the crisis will be resolved. "
Meg fiddled with the sand table, and came up with a new formation.
Dominic's eyes lit up. He circled the sand table twice, and then frowned, and said, "With such an arrangement, we can stop the undead army for a while, but how can we lure Cthulhu into the seal?"
Demons were mysterious and unpredictable. If not for the fact that the seal outside Chaos City had been lifted, they wouldn't even know that such a terrifying existence was sealed on the Norland Continent.
They had a long lifespan, which was even longer than the existence of a race.
Even the giant dragons, who had a long lifespan, knew nothing about this.
They had terrifying abilities. They couldn't be killed, and they couldn't even be severely injured.
Only a sealing spell formation passed down from ancient times could reseal them.
However, this was a very difficult task. In its eyes, their scheme was probably nothing more than a joke.
"I wonder if you've heard of the Thousand-Layer Cake Theory?" Meg asked.
"Thousand-Layer Cake?" Dominic shook his head. This sounded like a theory about food. What was that?
A mysterious smile appeared on Mag's face. "Cthulhu has existed for countless years, and its intelligence must be far beyond our imagination. However, no matter how intelligent it is, it still has to think when faced with the trap that we set up.
He probably saw that this was a trap, so he's on the second floor. He thinks we're on the first floor, but we're actually on the fifth floor. "
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... when the time comes..... Mag smiled. "I'll leave the deployment of the troops to you, and leave the matter of the traps to me. My only request for you is to eliminate the 200,000 undead army, and ensure that the blockade line is not broken through."
"Alright." Dominic nodded seriously.
If he didn't even have this bit of confidence, then he would have wasted his decades as the Grand Marshal of the Empire.
...
. Meg went to see Michael to find out about the progress of the cannons.
"With Miss Hill's full support, the daily production of cannons has reached 300 cannons and 5,000 shells.
We have also successfully contacted the dwarves. 50 technicians have arrived with the blueprints yesterday. They will supply the cannons with all their might.
The goblins have also promised to supply all the materials needed for the shells. After the dwarves' cannons are mass-produced, Chaos City will focus on producing the shells and shut down the cannons' production line, "Michael explained as he brought Meg around the cannons' production workshop.
"Miss Hill, you're really broad-minded." Meg nodded. His impression of Miss Hill went up a notch again.
Ambitious people emerged in troubled times. Although Miss Hill was a woman, she was very broad-minded and had great foresight.
The train that was opened previously had become the best tool for transporting ores. The freight trains traveled between Vic Mountain and Chaos City, and their efficiency had increased tremendously.
If it wasn't for the current chaotic situation and the enemy, all the races would definitely pay attention to this smooth transportation route.
As long as the Norland Continent could survive this wave, the train would definitely become the driving force for development in the next 100 years of peace.
If you want to be rich, you have to build roads first.
This was an existence akin to the truth.
Meanwhile, Miss Hill had Buffett Banks in her hands. She also had the advantage of being the first to strike. She even had the core technology of the steam engine in her hands. She was simply an excellent money-making tool.
Meg even imagined himself lying on the shoulders of giants in the future, and living a life of financial freedom.
"Yes. In troubled times, women are not inferior to men." Michael nodded with emotion. "Not only Miss Hill, Miss Gloria from Family Moreton came to the city lord's castle the other day, and said that she wanted to donate a large number of combat cotton-padded clothes to the alliance army."
"Gloria?" Meg raised his eyebrows. Speaking of which, he hadn't seen that lady who liked to eat tofu pudding for some time.
It was noon when he came out of the city lord's castle.
The sun shone on his face, and it was a little glaring. The snow had almost melted, and the tips of the willow trees at the side had a little green. It seemed like spring was coming soon.
"Alex!"
A surprised voice sounded.
Meg retracted his gaze, and looked at the knight standing in front of him who was leading a black donkey. He had a square face, and an emerald sword at his waist. His smile was simple and honest, and his eyes were bright and spirited.
Conti Nicholas.
His name appeared in Meg's mind immediately. Speaking of which, he hadn't seen him for a few months.
He looked a little tanned, and there was a thin and long scar on the left side of his face. It looked like it was left behind by a magic beast's claw.
There were many scuffs on his armor, and it wasn't as shiny as before.
However, only that pair of eyes were still cool and spirited, like a bright young man!
"Hello, I'm Alex," Meg said to him.
"I heard that you're not slaying dragons anymore, and are now slaying demons. Is that true?" Conti asked excitedly as he looked at Meg.
"That's the plan recently." Meg nodded slightly.
"In that case, I can only join Chaos City's Northern Expedition Army to fight alongside you," Conti said with a simple and honest smile.
Meg looked at him, and then at the black donkey he was leading. He smiled, and said, "The donkey is not bad."
Conti reached out to stroke the black donkey's head, and smilingly said, "It's a new partner, but it is indeed not bad."
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