Two weeks after the counterattack plan, named "Operation Pinnacle", Roland received a report from Lightning, a scout from the front line. The First Army had successfully completed the first step of the plan and gathered at the "Forest No. 2 Turning Point" in the Misty Forest.
The turning point was named after the railway mileage marking method. The first half was the planned regional station, and the second half was the revised distance. In other words, the turning point was one kilometer and 760 meters ahead of the No. 2 Forest Track Station. The advantage of this marking method was that Roland could accurately see the army's movement path on the big map.
It was also the end of the track. From here, the First Army would move on to the second step of the battle — leaving the Misty Forest and marching to the northeast of the Barbarian Land without Leaf's protection.
Whether or not they could destroy the demons' outpost depended on whether or not they could take this step well.
As long as the Longsong Cannons and machine guns were set up, the First Army would be able to resume the rhythm of the battle.
"I see." Roland drew a line at the turning point. "What about the demons? Did they respond?"
The Sigil of Listening replied in a rustling voice, "Sylvie said that they didn't respond at the moment. They're still concentrating on building their outpost. Several Blackstone Pillars have been set up. In addition, a "red line" appeared behind the outpost. The General Staff thinks that the number of those long-legged monsters is limited. "
This was good news. Agatha once said that the only thing that prevented the demons from destroying human beings was the Red Mist. If they could find a way to break through this limitation by the third Battle of Divine Will, it would be bad news for everyone. Not to mention other things, the Devilbeasts' extraordinary mobility and the Senior Demons' amazing fighting strength would make the long border of the Four Kingdoms almost defenseless.
Roland now knew that the stone pillars in the outpost were not the same as the legendary Blackstone Pagoda, although they had many similarities. The former could store the Red Mist and slowly release it to form a special mist environment for the demons to absorb. In such an environment, the demons' functions and self-healing abilities would be improved, which meant that they were fighting on their home ground.
The stone pillar had an amplification effect. It could use one portion of Red Mist as two portions, but it would still consume its reserves. The Blackrock Tower, on the other hand, could generate red mist on its own. It covered a much larger area and was basically the core of the demon city.
In addition, the stone pillars could not be used as soon as they were transported. According to the ancient witches' information, there was a difference between a dead and a living one. Generally, they had to be planted and cultivated for about a month before they could secrete mist clouds. Before that, it could only be used as an enlarged version of the red mist can.
Sylvie's observation gave him a little more confidence. No one wanted their opponent to run back home to recuperate for a few days after being injured, and then charge back at them full of vigor with a bunch of reinforcements at the same time. According to the current construction speed, the First Army should be able to attack the stone pillars before they recover.
"Since that's the case, continue your investigation. Let me know if there's anything new. Remember to put safety first no matter what. "
"Lightning understands."
Then, the light from the Sigil of Listening was extinguished.
Roland picked up a ruler and measured it on the map. If everything went according to plan, the First Army would enter the demons' scouting circle in six days, which was the arrival of autumn.
For people who were used to fighting on land, this would be a tough challenge.
"Why, are you worried?" Nightingale put away the Sigil and said, "Didn't the test result of the new weapon go well?"
"But it was a test after all. No one knows what will happen in the war before they experience it." Roland spread out his hands and said, "Besides, when Sylvie focuses all her attention on the sky, the First Army can only rely on themselves to set up the defense."
"To be able to hit a balloon that's drifting in the wind from five kilometers away is already incredible. Andrea will definitely not let this weapon down." Nightingale smiled. "As for Sylvie, there's still Lightning and Maggie. Didn't the First Army always do this?"
Roland could not help but raise his eyebrows. "When did you become so good at comforting people?"
"I'm telling the truth." Nightingale whistled. "Of course, I'm also very eloquent. Back then, all the nobles who came to my door were convinced by me."
"Uh … that's a blatant threat."
"Ahem, you're right." Roland twitched his mouth. "I'm going to take a nap in the office. Don't wake me up if there's no urgent news."
Nightingale seemed to realize something. "Here? Don't we need to inform the Taquila witches? "
"No," Roland nodded. "Don't even let them get close to the castle."
"I understand." She agreed. "Don't worry. I'll watch over them. No one will walk into the light beam."
…
Roland rarely took naps unless he was extremely tired or for some special reason.
For example, this time.
It had been a month since he last talked to Garcia in the Dream World. It was time for her to return from the headquarters. According to the agreement, she would bring back a book that was written half a century ago and mentioned the Battle of Divine Will. For some reason, Roland always felt that it was better not to let the Taquila survivors know about it for the time being.
No matter what he found in the book, he would be able to remain calm and unperturbed, while the witches who regarded the Divine Will as their destiny were unable to do so. Now that the war was coming, it was better to have fewer accidents.
At this moment, the Dream World was more like a switch in his mind. As long as he thought about it, he could fall asleep in just a few minutes, which saved him the pain of tossing and turning.
After Zero went to school, Roland could not wait to pick up the phone.
"Hello? Did you get the book? "
"If I say no, will you be disappointed and even want to smash your phone?" Garcia's familiar sarcastic voice came through the phone. "Please, you reminded me three days ago. I'm not forgetful, and I'm not as untrustworthy as someone."
Roland was relieved. "No, I need to support my family. I can't afford it."
"Support your family? Is the basic salary of a martialist not enough for you? Hey … You're not on the wrong path, are you? "
"What are you thinking?" Roland thought to himself. He was obviously raising a group of gluttons who had lived for hundreds of years. "I have to say, although we're familiar —"
"And then you want to sue me for slander? It's the New Era now. Please don't use such an old-fashioned joke, okay? "Garcia interrupted.
Roland almost choked. Being ridiculed by the ancients was the most deadly...
He went straight to the point. "Okay, where's the book?"
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