"Could you please go faster?" Lightning flew beside the cab, wishing she could go up and push the train. However, she also knew that even if Maggie were to push the mountain-sized train, it would be useless. "How about adding more coal to the furnace?" asked Roland.
"Hey, little girl, the furnace will explode if the pressure is too high!" The pilot of the "Blackriver" was a grey-haired old man who looked more like a friendly neighbor than a soldier. "Don't worry. The First Army won't be defeated so easily, even if the enemy is a demon from hell."
Lightning pursed her lips and did not reply.
Although she knew it was beyond her expectation that the train could run at such a high speed, she was still very anxious. It did not take them much effort to find the "Blackriver" by following the railway. After all, it was hard to miss such a large and eye-catching machine. Apart from startling the people on the train when they approached, the rest of the journey went smoothly. As a member of the Witch Union, the conductor soon believed her and ordered the train to turn around.
However, Lightning could not relax at all.
When the train turned to Tower Station No. 1, she finally got in touch with Sylvie. Sylvie's news made her heart sink. Not only had the demons seized the opportunity when the First Army was advancing and launched a surprise attack, but they were also rapidly approaching the camp from two directions. Without the support of the cannons, it would be even more difficult for the First Army to exert its full strength, which would undoubtedly make the situation even worse.
After hearing the news, she could not be as confident as the old man.
The only good news was that Maggie had successfully found the injured Lorgar. With Nana's help, the Wolf Girl's life was finally in danger.
"It's noisy and windy outside. Do you want to come in and sit down? It's not easy to shout every word. " The old man took a puff of his pipe and leaned against the window. "It may be a little bumpy inside, but at least it's warm. This furnace is much better than a fireplace!"
"No... thank you." Lightning looked at the trembling bridge and shook her head. "I think it's okay."
Sure enough, this was the "Blackriver"'s limit.
If the train continued to shake at this frequency, even if the boiler could survive, the train would fall apart.
"I can see that you're still worried about the situation over there … Are there any relatives or friends in the camp?"
"Yes," Lightning replied worriedly.
'So have I, 'he said, stroking his beard,' and two of them! '
"Huh?" Lightning couldn't help but be slightly stunned. She originally thought that the other party was calm because he had nothing to worry about.
"I used to be a miner. I had four children in my life. Except for the eldest who died of a cold, the others all lived until His Majesty Wimbledon came." The old man smiled and said, "They used to live like mice, small and weak, but after joining the army, they seem to have changed. This is also the reason why I am so confident in the First Army — a team composed of such people will not be easily defeated."
Is that … the case? Lightning couldn't help but ask, "What about the other one?"
"He's on this train." He tapped his pipe and said, "He was the first lookout who saw you approaching."
The old man paused for a moment and said proudly, "Because His Majesty Wimbledon brought all these changes, I wanted to do something for him. Besides, it's boring to stay in the mine alone, so I decided to take a walk. His Majesty chose a train team from those who were familiar with the operation of the steam engine, so I signed up. I didn't expect to be chosen. "
So the old man was not like what she had imagined … Lightning pursed her lips and was about to say something when the telephone on the bridge suddenly rang.
"Father, I see Tower Station No. 1! It looks like there's a battle over there. I can see flashes and flames! "The old man's excited voice could even be heard by Lightning.
"How many times have I told you? This is the army. Don't call me father!" The old man yelled into the phone. "Just keep watching. I'm going to sound the whistle to tell them that reinforcements are coming!"
Then he twitched his beard at Lightning and said, "See? I told you they wouldn't be defeated so easily, right?" Then, he turned around, pulled the rope on his back, and shouted in a loud voice, "Go, boys!"
"Woo —"
Half a quarter of an hour later, the "Blackriver" charged into the center of the melee, accompanied by a deafening roar of the steam horn and a loud deceleration.
The stone needles that were stuck in the rails were all smashed into pieces. The collision of black stone and steel produced a series of dazzling sparks in the pitch-black front of the train.
Perhaps the deceleration of the train had given the enemies the illusion that they could stop the steel behemoth. Several demons approached the rails and tried to stop the steel behemoth, but they were all caught by the wheels and crushed to a pulp.
No matter how slow the train was, it was not something that could be stopped by any living creature.
At the same time, the machine gun turrets on the front and back of the armored train began to fire in all directions. The demons who had invaded the encampment were immediately attacked from both sides. They had no chance to hide and were shot down one by one. The bone spears and other weapons were no more than scratches to the "Blackriver".
At this moment, Lightning had flown into the turret compartment.
"Sylvie, what's the target?"
"It's right in front of you, about 3,300 meters away," Sylvie said, noticing the arrival of the train. She immediately reported the location of the bombardment. "It's wide open. There's no cover!"
The moment the train came to a complete stop, the gunners immediately got to work.
…
In Sylvie's vision, the main force of the enemy was now within the firing range of the encampment's defensive line.
There were only about 5,000 of them, not as many as during the battle at the Northbound Slope. However, they were very scattered, like bandits without any restraints. It was also because of this that the entire plain seemed to be filled with their troops. It was a terrifying sight to behold.
Further away, the Magic Eye's detection was distorted.
The ground was covered by an opaque black veil. Even the Magic Eye, which could see through any blind spots, could not see what was behind the veil. It did not seem to be the interference caused by the God's Stone of Retaliation. The anti-magic domain gave people the feeling of a silent, dead land. If there was, then there was. If there wasn't, then there wasn't. It was more like something else... something alive.
But before she fell asleep, there was nothing there.
The long needles and stone pillars that attacked the encampment came from the black veil.
This was the most depressing battle that Sylvie had ever experienced. From the ambush to the surprise attack, her vision was restricted, and the demons' every move seemed to be aimed at her.
She had no time to think about how the enemy had gotten so close to the encampment. Instead, she focused all her attention on the "Blackriver".
Since she could not see the exact position of the target, she could only make adjustments according to the results of the bombardment.
Finally, the "Blackriver" let out its first roar. The scorching flames lit up the long body of the ship and the encampment in the dark!
Faster than the sound, the cannonballs arrived.
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