Strictly speaking, this was a war that both sides had been preparing for for a long time, but neither side was fully prepared, and the timing of the outbreak was even more unexpected. Everything had gone beyond the plan and did not develop according to the blueprint of the participants. Everything happened suddenly, and the ability of the frontline soldiers to respond became the deciding factor. Everything was gradually going out of control, and only the 'loss of control' itself continued throughout.
The Silver Empire's communications were cut off, the situation of the elven alliance was unknown, and the Great Wall and the Sentinel Towers had apparently fallen into a fatal error. The barrier that had protected the civilized world for seven centuries was rapidly disintegrating and disappearing, and the number of monsters wandering and gathering in the depths of the wasteland beyond the wall had obviously exceeded the theoretical limit. The ferocity and the vague 'discipline' of the monsters during their attack were even more shocking. The vanguard troops in front of the barrier, who were prepared to advance, had no choice but to turn from offense to defense in the face of this sudden change, turning into a boulder to block the gap that was constantly expanding out of control. The change in the situation shocked the experienced commanders and veterans.
For the army of the mutants that were attacking the northern defense line, the scene of the mortal army hastily responding to the attack, the careless defenders of the barrier collapsing at the first touch, and the tide of the mutants rushing into the civilized world did not happen. Not only did the humans outside the wall not retreat in a hurry, but they had also set up a steel barrier as if they had been prepared for it. The chariot troops and heavy artillery positions that were like moving walls began to roar outside the field of vision, and the rash legion was engulfed in a rain of fire on their way back. In the earth-shattering explosion, filthy and decayed limbs flew into the air along with the dirt and rocks beneath their feet. Even Dark Druil, who was in charge of commanding the rear of the legion, was shocked.
Both sides were shocked. In this war, the first and biggest consensus that both sides reached appeared at this moment: What the f * ck is that?!
A low humming sound cut across the sky as the shadow of the dragoons swept across the gloomy clouds. The anti-gravity aircraft with inverted conical chassis swooped and circled above the tide of mutants like swifts, dropping all the heavy bombs and incendiary bombs they carried in the process. Explosions and flames splashed among the enemy like waves in the water. At the same time, a series of black and red electric arcs rose from the ground and swept across the return path of the bombardment troops. Two aircraft were hit in the air and exploded, while more aircraft completed their bombardment and quickly returned to the propulsion base in the south of the belt plains.
With the return of the flying troops, the situation at the front became clearer in the eyes of the base commander.
"Mutants, everywhere, almost like mud flowing on the ground." In the command center, the holographic projection was clearly showing the images sent back by the frontline troops. A dark-skinned adjutant stood beside Philip and said quickly, "They were just wandering around the breakthrough point or even farther away. But after the abnormality on the Great Wall, these wandering monsters seemed to have suddenly received a signal and began to swarm toward us in waves. They are moving precisely toward the loopholes in the barrier."
"How many are there? How many more are there? "Philip asked quickly.
"It is impossible to count. There are monsters from deeper in the wasteland gathering and joining this' tide '." The adjutant shook his head with a serious face. "As long as this tide passes, the irrational mutants will immediately' respond 'to the call. There is no way to count. And those monsters also have a certain anti-air ability. Their electric arcs and energy rays can hit our dragon riders, which is a great interference for reconnaissance. "
Philip frowned as he quickly analyzed and summarized the possible clues in the adjutant's report. Two seconds later, he said in a deep voice, "They should have some kind of 'command system', just like the Crystal Cluster Army. This command system is likely to be mixed somewhere in their main force. The principle may be some kind of pheromone, or it may be a nerve impulse. They can make the irrational mutants nearby obey orders."
He suddenly looked up at his adjutant. "Find the most heavily defended area of the enemy or the area with obvious energy enrichment. Concentrate fire on those units. If the enemy has too much firepower, then increase the offensive. The Winter General has completed the calibration of the main cannon. Inform the frontline troops that the fire support they need will be delivered in ten minutes. "
"Yes! General! "
The adjutant took the order and quickly passed it down. The entire command system of the First Legion had begun to operate at high speed. Orders were sent out from the command post and sent to the frontline. First-hand information received by the frontline soldiers was also quickly sent to the senior commanders of the base through various communication stations set up in the belt plains.
Philip, Leit, and other senior commanders stood in front of a spacious tactical platform. Several holographic projection crystals set up on the platform were projecting various scenes. The largest image was a sand table projection of the entire area under the control of the First Legion. The projection had translucent plains and hills marked by bright color blocks as the crossfire area. At present, the blue block representing the First Legion was still firmly rooted at the foot of the Great Wall, while the black and red tide representing the enemy was rushing wave after wave into the gap. The tide was constantly being wiped out, and the blue block would occasionally fade and fill in. On the surface, the two sides still maintained a balance of attack and defense.
But this balance would not last long. Philip knew this very well.
Because on the holographic projection, the pale green translucent shadows representing the Great Wall and the sentry towers were constantly weakening. On the defensive line facing the Cecil Army, a 'gap' large enough to accommodate half of the city had appeared in the middle of the barrier built by the elves, and the gap was still expanding!
Although the First Legion was strong, and the Winter General's main cannon was powerful, it could only cover the area within its range. If the Great Wall continued to collapse like this, it would not take long for the gap to expand to the point that it could not be blocked, especially those areas that were out of the surveillance range. Humans could not stand in those places, and the aberrations would not care if it was a quagmire or a poisonous swamp!
And this was not the worst scenario that Philip could imagine …
The young Imperial commander frowned as he stared at the holographic projection in front of him. What appeared in his mind was the entire Gondor wasteland.
Cecil's defensive line was not the only one that was collapsing. Now that the communication with the Silver Empire had been cut off, this meant that there was a big problem with the control center at the top of the Great Wall. So the worst possibility was … the barrier around the entire wasteland was disappearing.
The entire civilized world was quickly exposed to the wasteland!
Philip was not the only one who thought of this. The tall Wright, who was standing next to him, was also frowning. The Walker of the Holy Light said in a low voice, "Now we can't contact the Silver Empire, and our communication with Typhon is also greatly disrupted. I suspect that the barrier has lost control over a very large area, and it may even have completely collapsed … Maybe now there are huge gaps around the wasteland."
"… To be honest, I'm not very worried about us." Philip nodded gloomily. "We have a lot of backup and backup forces here. I'm not very worried about Typhon. They can hold on. I'm more worried about the Silver Empire. They have control of the Great Wall, and looking at the situation now, it's obvious that there's a problem on their side …"
Before he finished speaking, a rush of footsteps suddenly came from outside the door. The next moment, a correspondent ran into the command hall.
"Sir!" The correspondent, whose face was red from running all the way, saluted Philip and said quickly, "Our communication with Typhon's camp has been restored!"
"Communication is restored?" Philip's face lit up. He immediately asked, "How's the situation over there?"
"The situation is worse than us." The correspondent gulped. "Half of the barrier in front of them has been extinguished. A large number of monsters are pouring into the battlefield from the hills and valleys, and a large number of giant mutants are among them. The only good news is that the terrain over there is more complicated. The area where the barrier has been extinguished has a ridge facing the monsters. Typhon has now occupied the high ground, and they are relying on the magicians to destroy the enemies in the low-lying areas. But when the magicians run out of magic power, it's hard to say."
"… It seems that the situation is as bad as we expected." Wright's voice came from beside Philip. "There is more than one loophole in the barrier. Typhon's sentry tower has also gone out of control."
"The good news is that Typhon can still hold the front line for the time being. The bad news is that we probably have no reinforcements on our flanks. If the barrier continues to deteriorate, they may even need our support." Philip placed his hands on the tactical projection table as he stared at the line of defense standing still in the black and red tide. "… Is there any news from Andesha Wendell?"
"She said that the Typhon Army will find a way to plug the loophole and asked if we need any reinforcements."
"… Thank you for the kindness of the Typhon. Let her know that we can still hold on here." Philip nodded. "Is the communications team back?"
"Only part of our communication with the eastern front has been restored. They have gone to repair the next communication station."
"The eastern front …" A young man's figure appeared in Philip's mind. The figure had short silver hair and a cheerful and reliable smile on his face. But soon he shook his head and focused his attention on the battle. "I understand. Leave it to them."
"The situation here has been reported to the imperial capital. Reinforcements are on their way from the south gate fortress," Wright said as he looked at Philip. "But before the reinforcements arrive, the pressure we will face will only increase …"
"Don't worry too much. The defensive forces we have deployed here are far more than 'necessary'." Philip sighed softly. "From the beginning, when our counterattack plan had just begun, His Majesty seemed to have prepared for the worst situation. The real strength he has invested in this line of defense is not what you can see … To be honest, even I felt that it was a bit unnecessary, but now it seems that we have to admit that His Majesty's judgment of the wasteland is correct …"
He paused for a moment before he continued with a serious face as if he was talking to himself. "What I am really worried about is the defensive line in other areas …"
At this moment, the voice of a staff officer suddenly came from the side, interrupting Philip's muttering. "Sir! The enemy's movement has changed. Their main force is changing direction! "
…
Continuous pale blue arcs flew into the sky from the human defensive line in the distance, drawing a parabola under the dirty low-hanging clouds and falling on the heads of the army of mutants.
Every time such an arc fell, it would cause a huge explosion similar to that of a high-grade spell. The powerful shockwaves could tear apart the tough bodies of the Aberrations, and the hot flames that followed could instantly evaporate the entire area.
But compared to the power of these explosions, the number of these explosions was even more terrifying.
They fell endlessly from the sky like a rainstorm. The bombardment had been going on for a long time, but the offensive showed no signs of weakening. Instead, it became more and more ferocious as time went by. This could only mean one thing: launching this kind of attack was not tiring for the "Cecil's people", at least not in a short period of time. They still had more backup forces in their hands, and as time went by, this force would continue to grow.
The number of mutant soldiers in charge of the attack was huge. Even with the falling "Skyfire", they rushed to the front of the human defensive line several times. With the absolutely fearless charge and the support of huge numbers, they were not without results. The human defensive line had been pushed back several times, but only a small part of it could be pushed back each time. According to the sensory signals from the mutants, Dark Druil, who was in charge of commanding the army, could see that the steel-made chariots and the human soldiers moving quickly every time. In the face of the charging mutants, they did not scatter, but retreated in an orderly manner. And after they retreated, some kind of incendiary weapon would cover the entire battlefield in a moment, burning the mutants that rushed into the defensive line completely.
If this went on, the investment and the result were not proportional at all.
The mutant army wasn't afraid of losses. These stupid wandering monsters couldn't be considered comrades, nor were they valuable soldiers. The dark druids didn't feel any pity or sadness for the death of these cannon fodders. But, even if they were "cannon fodders," they were still valuable "costs" in the grand scheme of things. If the cost was too high in the early stages of the plan, it would undoubtedly affect the later stages of the plan.
Behind the tide of mutant army, a tall and ferocious twisted treant wriggled its tentacles and came to the side of another treant. A hoarse and gloomy voice came from its shaking treetop. "Hierarch, the offensive at the front has been thwarted. The humans are resisting fiercely. Should we continue to increase the offensive?"
The druid priest, who was called the Imam, shook his head. He raised his eyes and looked at the Great Wall that was weakening continuously in the distance. He also looked at the Sentry Tower that had lost its protective radiance and towering over the nodes of the barrier.
Under the dim sky, the light above the tower was getting weaker and weaker. The flowing light between the runes on the surface was intermittent as if it was on the verge of collapse.
"We should give the stubborn humans a 'surprise'. At the same time, let the idiotic elves who are still trying to restart the barrier system wake up.
"Turn the main force and destroy that tower!"
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