"What an exciting duel," Sylvie could not help but exclaim.
"Indeed." Tilly curled up the corners of her mouth and glanced at the butler mockingly. Even Camilla, who had been absent-minded all this while, focused her attention at the last moment. Her eyes never strayed from the battle between the two biplanes.
When the second biplane took advantage of the wind to shake off its tail, the outcome was already decided.
But at this point, winning or losing was no longer important.
She saw what she wanted to see.
For example, in a one-on-one battle, the side with the advantage in numbers would have a great advantage. They would have more freedom in allocating height and speed until they could force their opponent into a corner.
But this number did not simply refer to the sum of the forces invested by both sides. She then deduced that by changing formations and maneuvering, even if the side was at a disadvantage overall, they could still gain the opportunity to outnumber their opponent.
If the target was the more agile Devilbeasts, cooperation would undoubtedly be more important.
In addition, she also noticed that the side at a higher altitude had a greater chance of winning. If they could drag the enemy into a dogfight, then the formation cruising in the air could launch an ambush. That might be the best opening.
As for how many people to form into a team and how to change their formation during a firefight, that would be the next part of her research.
But Tilly also knew that this kind of training was ultimately just for biplanes. If she wanted to confirm the contents of the next part of the "Flight Manual", she would have to go to the actual battlefield to test it out.
She was gratified that this batch of students was growing faster than she had expected. At this rate, when the "Fire of Heaven" was officially produced, Air Knight would be able to test his skills in the Kingdom of Wolfheart and the Kingdom of Everwinter.
Of course, she would not miss this battle of vengeance.
The "Unicorn" only existed as a training plane. The new ride that her brother promised should already be in production, right?
When the training was over, she might as well go to the castle and remind him to hurry up.
At this moment, the last plane landed steadily on the airfield.
Both the students and the apprentice phalanxes burst into enthusiastic applause.
"Now I know why you divided them into two distinct camps," Sylvie sighed softly.
"Although I did plan to do so, I didn't expect the results to be so good. I thought it would take at least ten days to half a month to see this scene." Tilly smiled and waved her hand to summon Eagle Face, handing him a new list. "Now that everyone is back, let's get ready for the next round."
Give me a little more time … She looked to the north. I will soon make the devil pay for his blood.
*****
"Wu — — — — —"
The drawn-out sound of a horn came from outside the porthole, indicating that there was a meeting up ahead. Ever since he entered the territory of Graycastle, he had heard similar noises more frequently. Manfeld could hear them almost every hour. But now, this interval had been shortened to half an hour, or even less.
He had never heard that the Kingdom of Graycastle was a country that was well developed in navigation.
In the general impression of the nobles in the Kingdom of Wolfheart, although the Kingdom of Wolfheart was large, it was not rich in resources. It was about the same as the Kingdom of Wolfheart. In terms of richness, the Kingdom of Dawn was the most enviable.
But now it seemed that this was not the case.
But when he thought about it, it was normal. News could be spread from one village to another, not to mention across two kingdoms. After all, the Kingdom of Dawn had defeated the church, which was enough to prove that the king was very powerful.
But he did not know how long it would take for them to reach the legendary City of Neverwinter.
Thinking of this, Manfeld yawned in boredom.
The long sea journey was easier than he had imagined. After the ship arrived at the northern port of the Kingdom of Dawn, they did not set off for the next port immediately. Instead, they cleaned up the crowded cabins. Those who were seriously seasick took the land route, and the others were given enough time to rest. The people of the Kingdom of Dawn even built a large number of temporary residences in the dock area, which seemed to be well-prepared. They cooperated perfectly with Graycastle. If it were not for the fluttering flag on the wall, Manfeld would have thought that this was the territory of the king of Graycastle.
Apparently, the two kingdoms had reached some kind of agreement to transfer them. But Manfeld did not know how much King Roland Wimbledon had to pay for it.
Thanks to this move, the bruises on his body healed quickly. In about a week, he was completely healed, and he did not take the magic pills given to him by the two women.
"I wonder how they are now …" Manfeld touched the wrapped meatball in his arms and could not help but think of the two women. Although they were rather haggard and dirty at that time, he could still catch a glimmer of light in their dry hair. If they took care of themselves, they should be fine.
He hoped that the two women could arrive safely. He thought that if they could get rid of their status as slaves, they could probably cut off their gloomy past and start a new life.
Suddenly, Manfeld heard a strange buzzing sound, as if something was flying over his head.
Then he heard messy footsteps coming from the cabin above.
"It's so noisy …"
"What the hell are those guys doing? Can't they let us sleep? "
Someone around him immediately complained.
Manfeld, however, had an idea. He climbed down from the bed and looked out of the porthole.
If he heard it right, those people were walking in the same direction as the buzzing sound.
The blue sky and the boundless sea outside were still the same. There seemed to be no change, except that a few big birds were chasing and playing …
"Wait, what are those birds?"
Manfeld rubbed his eyes and could not believe what he saw. When the "birds" flew perpendicular to the sea, their sharp wings and tails did not look like normal creatures at all!
When they flew over the ship again, he confirmed that he was not hallucinating because he had been cooped up for too long. Those things were indeed not alive, but seemed to be made of metal. What was more incredible was that he could vaguely see people sitting on them!
Manfeld opened his mouth and tried to shout, only to find that he couldn't utter a word. How could this happen? Even though he had gradually accepted the existence of the First Army and the steamships, and had some expectations of the prosperity of Graycastle's King's City, this scene was still far beyond the scope of his understanding.
They were both kingdoms, but he had a feeling that Graycastle and the Kingdom of Wolfheart did not belong to the same world. No, not only the Kingdom of Wolfheart, but also the Kingdom of Everwinter and the Kingdom of Dawn. Otherwise, he would have heard about it before.
Since when had the other kingdoms been left so far behind?
While Manfeld was lost in his thoughts, the ship blew the horn again, but this time it was much longer, usually to remind the migrants that they were about to dock.
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