In the military zone of Cecil, Gwen sat in the office building of the Military Intelligence Bureau. This place was where all the intelligence in Cecil's domain gathered. Now, it was the temporary command center of the military operation. All kinds of news from the front line were sent in by courier and carrier pigeons, so that Gwen could keep abreast of the situation at the front line.
Amber stood beside Gwen and reported the information that had just been sent to her. "The Kant Defense Line and the Whitewater River Defense Line are ready. Just as you expected, Hosman has boldly divided his troops. Fifty thousand soldiers from the north will go south along the Kingdom Avenue and Gravel Ridge, while the west will go along the Whitewater River and attack the territory through Tanzania Town. Based on their speed, Philip's side should be the first to engage the enemy. "
Gawain nodded, not worried at all. "Most of the heavy cannons are deployed in the north of Tanzania Town. There are also hundreds of Persuader light rail cannons there, plus minefields and shooting bunkers. Philip won't have much of a problem."
"Fifty thousand men. Aren't you worried at all?" Amber looked at Gwen in surprise. "I know you're not worried, but this number is a bit too much. If these fifty thousand people really swarm up, I'm afraid even the artillery positions won't be able to stop them."
"The problem is that they can't swarm up." Gwen shook his head as he adjusted the perspective of the satellite in his mind. "The road between Windward Hills and Gravel Ridge is bad. It's not suitable for charging or adjusting the formation. And the fifty thousand people that Hosman has gathered … hmph …"
Gwen could not help but snort with a disdainful look on his face. "I almost don't want to call it an army. The private army of the nobles in this era has almost no military discipline. It's completely dependent on the Transcendent Knight to hold the line and then swarm up with numbers. They're more like undisciplined bandits than soldiers. And according to the general law of the nobles' war, they don't have a unified command system. Each small unit is completely independent. They will swarm out of Gravel Ridge and then be bombarded by the cannons. As long as the cannons go off, do you think the fifty thousand people will still charge forward?"
"… Well, I haven't seen a real battlefield anyway. You're the expert in this." Amber curled her lips and then looked Gwen up and down. "But then again, I'm a little surprised that you don't go to the front line. Aren't you the legendary Gwen? Does Cecil often charge and sweep the battlefield in person? Why are you sitting at the back? "
Gwen casually threw aside the charcoal pencil in his hand that was making markings on the map. "Have you forgotten that I died in my last life?"
Amber was speechless.
"Don't take it seriously. I'm just saying." Gwen smiled as he stood up and walked to the window unhurriedly. "There are two real reasons. First, in the new fighting style of Cecil's army, strong individual and charging generals are becoming less and less important. I don't need to charge at the front line, I just need to make sure that there are good commanders on the front line. Second, I'm staying here … I'm guarding against the 'guests' who might come to visit."
As Gawain spoke, he looked into the distance through the crystal window of the Military Intelligence Agency's office building. His line of sight seemed to have passed through the vast wastelands and forests of the northern region, arriving at Windward Hills and Gravel Ridge at the frontline.
On the slope of Gravel Ridge where the situation was bad, Luo Peini looked up. Ge Lan raised his head and looked at the group that was becoming more and more disorderly with a cold and indifferent expression on his face.
The Knight that she brought with her were beside her. The three mages and a few priests from the territory were also nearby. Further away were the squires, militia, and young men that the Knight had brought with him. As a viscount that had just recovered from the disaster ten years ago, Gelan Hill could not send out many people. But at this moment, there were still thousands of people around the Countess. These people occupied a small part of the entire 'army'. When the bagpipes were played, it was quite lively and the atmosphere was high.
Because they had just rested not long ago, the entire 'army' was now full of energy. The disorderly soldiers in all directions had a joyful look on their faces. It was the excitement of being able to plunder and earn 'glory'. Luo Peini? Gelan looked at all of this indifferently as if she was an outsider. After passing through another passage, she turned her horse's head and approached a bearded Knight. "Where are we now?"
"Mistress, we will be out of Gravel Ridge in a few miles," the Knight said with a smile. "Once we are out of Gravel Ridge, we will reach the Windward Hills."
Luo Peini looked at the bearded Knight and suddenly asked, "I still remember that ten years ago … you were the guard of the castle."
The expression on the Knight's face seemed to be stiff for a moment, but soon it became a respectful look. "It's an honor to be of service to you."
"Of course, it's your honor." Luo Peini showed a charming smile. She glanced around and saw familiar faces — the guards of the castle ten years ago, the mage consultant of Gelan Hill, the guard of the bridge, the sentinel, the captain of the archers … These faces changed in her vision. Slowly, their faces seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fire. The fire was burning so fiercely that it could even scorch the castle gate. Her smile became more and more brilliant. She had not shown this bright look on her face for ten years. At this moment, it suddenly bloomed and almost dazzled the people around her. "Today, is a day full of glory."
"A day full of glory!" The Knight, the squire, and the militia did not know what was going on. But since their lord had said so, they immediately waved their arms and cheered loudly. "A day full of glory!"
Luo Peini took a deep breath. At the end of her vision, some smoke rose from the forest. It seemed to be a common forest fire at this time of the year.
The Countess' body swayed slightly. Then she held her forehead and said, "I'm a little dizzy."
Knight immediately came up to her and said, "Mistress, do you want to stop? We can change places with Viscount Panilla behind us. "
"No, you can keep going. I'll leave some guards here to rest for a while." Luo Peini shook her head and then looked at Knight in front of her and smiled. "Don't fall behind. Let's go."
The knight accepted the order, or rather, he himself did not wish to be left behind in a battle that was destined to be a great victory and countless plunder. So he immediately turned his horse around, leaving his mistress behind, and continued to lead the procession forward.
As for Luo Peini? Gelan left the team with less than a hundred guards and came to a quiet place by the side of the road. He quietly watched them move forward.
In the forest in the distance, a second cloud of smoke rose.
Count Hoffman and his team walked out of the entrance of Gravel Ridge. They finally reached the end of the narrow and difficult mountain path. In front of them was a place that was also in bad condition. It was full of gravel and potholes, but at the very least, it was an open space.
He could not help but smile. Around him, the Knight had begun to urge the soldiers to move forward. They rearranged the formation on the open land and counted the number of people who fell behind. The other nobles were doing the same thing when they came to the open land. The desolate place suddenly became lively.
Count Hosman rode forward on his horse. He did not want to do things that required him to shout and lose his composure. As a count, he had excellent military advisors. Naturally, he had military advisors and Knight to help him with many things.
A low and ethereal muffled sound that seemed to come from far away came into the count's ears. Although the surroundings were quite noisy, the muffled sound still caught his attention. He looked curiously in the direction of the sound. Was the third rain of spring coming? Thunder at this time of the year was not a good sign.
Count Hosman's mind wandered. Then he heard another strange sound in the sky. It was a sharp, whistle-like sound, and the pitch was getting higher and sharper as if something was approaching from the sky.
Then, there was thunder — on the ground.
An unimaginably terrible noise suddenly exploded on the plain. No one could see what fell beside them. With the thunderous roar, countless rocks and soil flew into the sky, mixed with the remains of human bodies and warhorses that had just been torn apart. Count Hosman felt as if he had been hit by an invisible giant hammer. His gorgeous count's cloak burst into various colors of magic light. The protective artifacts that he had carefully kept were almost all blown to pieces at this moment. Then he felt the terrible impact directly on his body. His internal organs trembled, his bones trembled, and in the tremor, they were torn apart. As he looked higher and higher, he saw more "thunder" exploding on the open ground one after another.
The continuous explosions came as if hundreds of angry archmages were casting destructive spells in the sky. The open ground was almost instantly covered with flames, smoke, debris, and the cries of the dying. The Knight roared in fear and shock. The soldiers and warhorses out of control rampaged on the hellish battlefield. The mages tried in vain to put up a variety of protective spells, but their scarce and weak magic shields were as small and fleeting as a few sparks in the darkness of the entire battlefield. The explosion of dozens of kilograms of magic crystal shells could easily tear apart their hastily put up defenses. Due to the impact of the magic explosion and turbulence, many mages who put up shields died even faster. The powerful magic impact destroyed their casting environment. The fragile human nervous system could not control the violent energy in such a situation. The mages bled to death behind their shields. Before their shields were extinguished, their brains had been burned to ashes by their own magic power.
In the explosion, Count Hosman finally fell to the ground. Or rather, the part of him that included his head finally fell to the ground. He could not feel where his hands and feet were, but he could feel that his life was rapidly fading away. Before his vision completely turned black, he saw a piece of charred and twisted metal fragment suddenly fall in front of him. A line of text could be vaguely seen on the metal fragment:
… This is our argument.
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