An hour and a half later, Roland, who had been waiting by the telephone, finally received the last report.
Nightingale and the others, who were responsible for the ambush, not only did not let a single demon escape, but also seized a bunch of gas tanks that stored Red Mist. In addition to the enemies swept down by the air defense squad and the Mad Demon that Leaf had captured in the Misty Forest, this defensive battle could be said to have achieved an unexpected harvest.
First of all, the most important thing was to restore the morale of the First Army. Although the enemy was not as easy to deal with as the Knight Regiment or the demonic beast tide, at least they had the strength to fight back. Moreover, the demons in the legends were not as powerful and unpredictable as those in the ancient stories. They were still ordinary people, and once they were hit by firearms, their resistance was not much better than that of the God's Punishment Army.
Secondly, with the captives, it was easier to carry out the propaganda work in Neverwinter. Roland believed that as long as the migrants saw what the demons looked like, their prejudice against witches would disappear. How could a monster that was so different from human beings and could not speak the language corrupt the witches from thousands of miles away and turn them into the minions of the alien race?
The final harvest was the enemy itself.
Since the Magic Blood could not be preserved separately and would quickly lose its vitality after the death of the host, he did not expect to use the enemy's blood to make new Sigil. Unexpectedly, when Agatha was not back, Celine took the initiative to take the job of making Sigil. According to her, Agatha was indeed the most outstanding in the entire Quest Society, but basic Sigil making was a necessary knowledge for the official members of the Quest Society.
In addition to the quality of the Magic Stone and the blood, the carving of the veins was also a major key. Although it was not as important as the first two, for example, a straight line could be drawn with a wooden stick in an emergency. However, the delicate and even multi-segment veins could better display the effect of the Magic Stone.
To achieve this, there was nothing more accurate than tentacles. Whether it was the sense of touch, strength or quantity, tentacles had incomparable advantages over fingers.
Hearing Celine's "self-praise", it took Roland a while to reverse his endless thoughts. Fortunately, he could not see these deep thoughts through the Mind Communication, otherwise he would not be able to clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River.
Of course, this defensive battle did not bring good news.
The Mark I HMG could only barely be used against air targets. Looking at the overall situation, it could be seen that the greatest damage to the demons was when the targets were close to the city walls. Since they did not expect to be attacked, the formation of the demons was divided into two groups. They were very close to each other and moved slowly, making them the most ideal targets. In the end, only four of the twelve Devilbeasts were shot down, and none of them were hit when they entered the range of the spears.
Fortunately, the Mad Demons' best throwing distance was about 200 meters, and the Mark I's almost straight trajectory increased their accuracy. Three Devilbeasts were killed one after another, and the rest of the demons gave up fighting and chose to retreat immediately. In other words, if the enemy's firing range had been a little further, or if they had advanced in a scattered formation from the beginning, this battle would undoubtedly have been much more difficult.
After all, in the face of air power that could come and go freely, ground air defense was inherently at a disadvantage.
In the future, the only improvements that could be made to the Mark I HMG were to add protective steel plates or simply make it look like a turret to ensure that it was invincible against the enemies in the air. At the same time, the production of the Mark I HMG could be further expanded to deal with the formal war after the arrival of the Bloody Moon. But Roland knew that without an air force that could also come and go freely, it would be impossible to really eliminate the threat of the Devilbeasts.
But let's put this aside for the time being! He put down the quill in his hand and heaved a long sigh of relief. He had finally won. No matter how insignificant the victory was, it was the first air defense battle in human history to be won by firearms.
Thinking of this, Roland ordered someone to call Barov Mons over.
"Hold a celebration ceremony in the Central Square tonight. According to the standards of Victory Day, make it as lively as possible. This is also part of the publicity, understand? "
"Yes, Your Majesty," the old director said with his hand on his chest.
*****
Five days after the celebration, Snaketooth received a letter from City hall.
"Who knocked on the door just now?" Tigerclaw asked in a daze. "Isn't it off-duty today?"
"Don't worry, it's not the foreman. You can go back to sleep."
Snaketooth returned to the low table and looked out of the window. At this time, the sky was just beginning to brighten, as if it was covered with a light blue veil.
Although he was still sleepy when he was woken up, he was not sleepy at this moment. Looking at the red seal stamped with the wax seal of City hall, Snaketooth vaguely guessed what was in the paper bag.
Over the past year and a half, his living conditions had obviously changed. Since moving to Border Town, he no longer lived like a rat. Like most people, he began to support himself with his own hands. Before receiving his first full salary, he had thought that this would never happen. Exploitation, embezzlement, and arrears were just the most common tricks used by employers. As an outsider, he was the target of exploitation. However, to his surprise, his monthly salary was not only paid on time, but also without a penny less.
In this way, the improvement of his living conditions could be accurately calculated.
His monthly salary was 12 silver royals, so he could save more than one Golden Dragon in nine months, which was also the cheapest price for the down payment of a house in the residential area of Neverwinter. If he took another job, this goal could be shortened a lot. Since he could calculate the days, he had expectations.
His Majesty's promise was being fulfilled one by one, and he had more and more expectations.
Snaketooth carefully opened the letter and poured the contents on the table. There were three pieces of paper of different colors and sizes.
The first one was the thickest, about the size of a palm. There were only a few lines of words on it, but it made his heart skip a beat.
This was undoubtedly the identity certificate of an official resident of Neverwinter.
Compared with the temporary identity card, this piece of paper was wrapped in a layer of transparent hard film and looked very smooth. In addition to his name and date of birth, there was also a lifelike portrait on the card, which showed that it was Snaketooth himself.
He had finally become a citizen of this city — a subject recognized by His Majesty!
Snaketooth suppressed his excitement and turned his eyes to the second piece of paper.
It was a notice. Since he could only attend night classes on weekdays, there were many paragraphs on it that he could not read fluently, but it was not a problem for him to understand the general content.
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