The lord's castle, the camp of the First Army, and the Third Border City received the news almost at the same time. In the past few days, Roland had set up two more short-distance routes so that the garrison commander and the Taquila survivors could contact him immediately.
"That's too fast." Pasha sounded doubtful. "Based on previous experience, the second threat should come half a month to a month later, especially for cities like Neverwinter that can't be reached within a day." "Why?"
"Why?" asked Roland.
"To prevent public opinion from spreading. When the news spreads, no matter what promises the lord makes, the second attack will further destroy the morale of the common people. Therefore, it's necessary to wait. " Pasha explained, "The demons seem to be acting too hastily." "I see."
"I see." Roland nodded. Indeed, for an ancient city, five days' worth of news could only be spread among the underground rats and a few taverns. For those people who busied themselves for the entire day just to have a meal, the degree of information obstruction was not something that modern people could imagine.
He now somewhat believed the ancient rumor that Pasha had told him. After all, the demons' actions were too similar to the style of humans. If there was no human guiding them, how could the demons know the human world so well?
"What are you going to do?" Alcha interrupted.
"What else can I do? Kill them, of course!" Roland said without hesitation. Although it was a rush, the new sights had just been installed on the Mark I the day before, and the machine gun squad selected at the last minute had only done one simulated shooting with a balloon, many witches had returned. With the help of Nightingale, Lightning, and Maggie, at least this time they would not be in a passive position.
He looked at Nightingale and the others. "Just follow the plan. Remember, the most important thing is always..."
"Safety. Lightning understands! "The little girl raised her hand.
"Maggie understands too, coo!"
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of these two little guys," Nightingale said with a smile.
"Who's a little guy?" Lightning raised her chin defiantly.
"Of course it's you, coo."
"Why?"
"After I transform, I'm bigger than all of you combined! Coo coo! "Maggie spread her wings.
"That's not what I meant — ah."
Before the two of them could finish their conversation, Nightingale carried them out of the conference room.
"Then I'll leave the defense of the city wall to the Sleeping Island witches," Roland said to Tilly.
"They'll do their best."
"Very well, I'll stay in front of the phone and wait for your good news," he said word by word. "Now, let's move!"
When only Roland was left in the conference hall, Pasha said in a deep voice, "Are you really going to do this? The large number of witches would make the demons revise their previous judgment – this was not a city ruled by mortals, but a city of witches. By then, their countermeasures would be completely different. "
"You've already reminded me of this." Roland let out a sigh of relief. When formulating the defense plan, the ancient witches had said that if the demons thought that Neverwinter was a Holy City ruled by the Union, they would raise their defense and attack to a higher level. In other words, they would deal with it as a normal opponent. In other words, the demons did not care about ordinary people at all.
"I thought... the human kingdoms would avoid this war as much as possible. "
"But it will come sooner or later, won't it?" He got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking in the direction of the border. "In this case, a prepared war is better than no preparation at all. The First Army was not so strong at the beginning. In the beginning, they were just ordinary hunters, miners, and farmers. But now, they are facing a completely different enemy. One more battle experience will give them more confidence. When the real Divine Will comes, they will not be flustered. The so-called elite soldiers are just people who have one or two life-and-death experiences. "
"I have to say, your determination moves me." Alcha stroked the tentacles all over her body. "Just because of this, you are different from most mortals." "
"Mortals are called mortals not because they are incompetent, but because there are too many of them." Roland shook his head. "Because of this, their strength is easily overlooked. There are records in the Dream World that the immortal beings who underestimated their strength, whether it was the Ancient God or the Flaming Dragon, were all defeated by 40 mortals and became history. "
"There's such a legend? "
"Yes, and with the advancement of technology, only 25 people will be needed." He shrugged and turned around to say seriously, "In addition, it's also misleading for the demons to think that Neverwinter is a city of the Union. In this way, they will attribute the strange attack to the witches' ability and ignore the most important point — Neverwinter is neither a lord's city nor a part of the Union. Instead, it is an industrial city that combines the two."
*****
Fish Ball stared at the northern grassland with his eyes wide open, for fear of missing any trace of the enemy.
Although he had heard about the demons from His Majesty a year ago, the encounter five days ago was the first time he saw what a demon looked like.
When the demon threw a bone spear and pierced his comrade's chest like a shadow, Fish Ball had to admit that he felt a long-lost fear. That was definitely not something a human could do. Even demonic beasts could not threaten the city wall at this distance. Ever since he had joined the army, this was the first enemy that could match a flintlock's range of attack. However, the weapon in his hand could not shoot back at the enemy because of the shooting angle. If he continued to stay on the city wall, he would undoubtedly become a live target for the enemy.
At that moment, Fish Ball even wanted to turn around and run away.
But his well-trained body forcibly pulled him back. What followed was a strong surge of anger and disgust. He was angry at the death of his comrade, but he was disgusted at himself.
He used to be a famous coward in the old district of Border Town. Wherever he went, people would laugh at him. He once thought that he was really a coward, until he joined the Militia established by His Majesty at the instigation of Van 'er and the temptation of two eggs. Then, everything changed. Although he wet his pants the first time he went up the city wall to fight against the demonic beasts, after he was carried down, no one laughed at him to his face.
Now, Van 'er had become the commander of the Artillery Battalion, while he was transferred from the Flintlock Team to the Machine Gun Team as a team leader. Fish Ball did not complain or feel jealous. Van 'er was much more capable than him. Van' er dared to talk back to His Majesty, which was something that Fish Ball could never compare with. But it did not mean that he did not want to go further.
Since he followed His Majesty, he had seen more things in the past three years than he could have imagined in the first half of his life. He had boarded a stone ship that could go upstream without sails, attacked King's City, defeated the arrogant Church of Hermes, and brought the southern desert into the territory of Graycastle.
He had seen so much. Why should he be frightened by the demon?
"Attention, ten o 'clock! Possible target! "the lookout suddenly shouted.
At the same time, Fish Ball also noticed several black spots on the skyline.
He pulled down the bolt and raised the muzzle of the Mark I.
Although no one knew, he still regarded his cowardice five days ago as a humiliation.
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