On the White Water River that was shrouded in darkness, two large ships that had been completely remodeled and looked extremely strange were sailing in the rolling waves at a speed and agility that was completely out of line with their size.
They were two large ships that vaguely resembled inland sailing warships. However, about one-third of their original wooden hull was covered with a layer of reinforced and magic-conducting metal plates. The sails that were used to power the ships had also been removed. Huge, sturdy metal brackets were installed on the bases that were used to fix the masts. Straight structures that looked like wings extended out from the sides of the hull. The magic runes on the 'wings' glowed in the night and reflected the magic crystal lights on the hull. In addition to the eye-catching 'wings' structure, which was called the 'magic array', the most eye-catching thing on the two ships was the two huge magic devices installed on the deck.
The basic outline of the magic crystal railguns seemed to be extraordinarily large magic crystal railguns, but the 'barrels' were not straight and parallel metal rails. Instead, they were three alloy 'beams' with elegant arcs and arranged in a 'triangle' shape from the front. The inside of the alloy beams were covered with magic runes, and a transparent, slender artificial crystal was fixed in the middle of the three alloy beams by some kind of mechanical locking device. On the rear half of the alloy beam, there was a slightly shabby but sturdy steel mechanism that connected the entire 'barrels' and the base together.
The size of this set of devices was almost twice the size of the first-generation magic crystal railguns. Although according to the general development law of technological creation, there was bound to be room for improvement after the technology matured, but judging from the size at the beginning, this was definitely a powerful thing.
The power ridges that extended from the bottom of the deck and were covered in magic patterns, as well as the Weave runes that could be seen all over the deck, as well as the amplifiers that were exposed at the bottom of the weapon's base, all of them emphasized the 'power' of this weapon.
Carrying such a heavy set of 'modification results', the two ships, which were originally wooden inland sailing warships, naturally became cumbersome. However, they sailed very fast in the water, and it was now night with clouds blocking the starlight. Ships in this era hardly had the habit of 'sailing at night'. There were no other ships on the White Water River. On the wide and quiet river, the two warships sped at a speed that would leave any captain of this era stunned.
This was all because the waves of the White Water River were "pushing" the two boats forward.
The two warships sailed one after the other. The originally calm Whitewater River had waves near the two ships. These waves did not sway the ships in the slightest. Instead, they pushed them forward steadily. On the surface of the water between the waves, there was an almost dreamy figure nimbly shuttling back and forth between the bubbles and the water.
It was a young girl with a beautiful fishtail. She shuttled through the water and leaped out of the water from time to time, dancing with the waves around her. Her fishtail slapped against the bubbles, synchronizing with the waves around her. She was like a spirit in the water, a fairy in the river of legends, playing with the entire White Water River.
Byron walked out of the cabin and breathed in the fresh and cool air of the White Water River. He saw Tyre shuttling through the waves and could not help but whisper softly, "She looks so much more energetic when she's swimming in the water."
A series of footsteps came from the side, and Gwen's voice sounded behind Byron. "That's because she's been sleeping for two days and two nights. If she didn't wake up soon, I would've suspected that the fish had died in the pool."
Byron turned around and saw the liege in casual clothes looking at Tyre's figure in the river.
He bowed to Gwen. "My Lord."
Gwen waved his hand and asked casually, "How's the situation on Philip's side?"
Byron shook his head. "The Rock Fortress sent a team of Extraordinaires to attack the temporary camp, but the 'sneak attack plan' that the nobles came up with was too naive and ridiculous. I'm afraid they can't cause any damage other than losing some men before the battle."
Gawain was not surprised by this. "It's already an improvement that they can come up with a sneak attack. If it weren't for those southern nobles who had run to Firmrock Stronghold, I reckon that the orthodox knights in the stronghold wouldn't even be able to come up with a tactic like harass the camp."
"Yeah, those nobles have finally learned how to fight." Byron smacked his lips and then sighed. "But I'm afraid that Philip will be troubled for a while. He'll be troubled by the 'War of the Nobles' and the mental state of the Knight …"
Gwen turned his head and glanced at Byron. His tone was a little teasing. "You know Philip quite well."
"Hey, we've worked together for six years. That kid is really talented. He became an official Knight six years ago. I'm afraid he'll reach the middle order in two years. Maybe he'll even have a chance to challenge the high order in this life …" Byron could not help but shake his head. "Too bad he's a bit dumb. He's taking the Knight's stories and heroic biographies as real. This is the first time I've seen someone who's seventeen years old and still believes that Knight can reform an evil dragon with his faith."
Gwen, who was a legendary hero himself and had a lot of heroic biographies, was a little embarrassed. "Ahem, heroic biographies aren't necessarily made up …"
"Ah —" Byron immediately looked even more embarrassed. He scratched his head a little nervously and apologetically. But then, he seemed to have thought of something. His expression gradually became weird. He looked like he wanted to say something but stopped himself.
Seeing him like this, Gawain reacted and said with a straight face, "That kind of book with more than eighty princesses is really made up."
"Ahem, yes, it must be like what you said …" Byron coughed on the spot. He then stiffly changed the topic before his boss pulled out a knife (mercenary mentality). "But then again, where's Miss Amber?"
"She's seasick and can't get up for a while," Gwen said casually. "She was more excited than anyone when she came out … I don't know if she'll have the strength to carry out the mission in Firmrock Fortress when we reach the destination."
"Miss Amber is seasick?" Byron was a little surprised. "I thought she had no weakness in anything related to running away …"
Gwen heard this and felt disdain in his heart. No weakness? That Shame of All Things has a lot of weaknesses. Everyone knows that the Director of Military Intelligence is a Weak Mouse Trap …
At this time, Byron stopped joking and asked a question he was very concerned about. "My Lord, in fact, at first I thought you were going to set off with Philip, but I didn't expect you to follow my 'second echelon'."
In most people's eyes, and in fact, the First and Second Combat Regiments led by Philip were the main force of the attack on Firmrock Fortress. Although the fortress gate might need to be pried open with the Calibrator's Rainbow Cannon, it was Philip's army that really attacked the fortress and destroyed the enemy's strength. It was rare for Gwen to be away from home for an expedition. Everyone thought he was going to set off with Philip, but no one thought that the ancestor would eventually choose to go with Byron.
"You should know that although I'm going to the battlefield, I hope that my appearance is only symbolic. The Cecil Combat Regiments should have the ability to take down the fortress alone. If the attack on Firmrock Fortress requires me to go in person, then the commander of the army will have to apologize to the people of Cecil," Gwen explained. "Compared to the battle on Philip's side, I'm more interested in the new weapons and new technology."
Byron couldn't help but turn around to look at the 'Calibrator' Rainbow Cannon installed on the deck of the warship. Under the deep darkness of the night, this powerful new weapon was like a steel beast crouching on the deck. Only a few runes that displayed the state of its energy were emitting a faint light on its base, just like the eyes of a ferocious beast.
"A new weapon … This thing is really powerful."
"It's not as simple as that." Gawain shook his head gently. His eyes were on the Prismatic Cannon, but his focus seemed to be somewhere further away. "Magic Crystal Railguns and Prismatic Cannons … They can crush the castles of nobles and tear apart the barriers of mages. The value of these two things is far from being reflected in one or two battles."
…
The troops sent to attack Cecil's camp and destroy the magic devices all failed.
The bad news was sent to Firmrock Fortress, but Cecil's army was still advancing. Sir Maryland's hair began to be consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He faintly felt that his previous confidence … might have been a little too full.
From the mouths of the southern nobles, he did realize that Cecil's army was a huge threat, and based on the available information, he developed a plan to weaken Cecil's army. This plan even went against the spirit of Knight.
He knew that Cecil's "Skyfire Explosion" was launched by some kind of magic device, and Cecil's people needed to establish a position to maximize the power of these magic devices. So he sent people to try to destroy the magic devices before they could operate.
But those people encountered a particularly powerful force that seemed to be specially designed to fight against Extraordinaries, and almost all of them were wiped out.
A sneak attack by a small force was ineffective, so Sir Maryland began to send out troops to obstruct the enemy. This was the second plan that went against the spirit of Knight.
It was common knowledge that an army was at its most vulnerable and chaotic during its march. It was difficult for a large number of troops to carry out an effective command during an operation. The soldiers at the bottom would often panic in the face of chaos, and the officers would not be able to organize an effective counterattack when the soldiers were in a panic. Therefore, ambushing the enemy army during its march was often very effective. It was also because of the possibility of accidental casualties among the nobles that "ambushing the marching army" had always been forbidden in traditional noble wars.
But since he had already launched a sneak attack on the camp at night, Sir Maryland did not care about breaking another Knight's spirit.
However, on the 56th day of the month of Fire, Ansu Year 736, Cecil's people set foot on the narrow plains south of Firmrock Fortress as scheduled, and less than half of the troops that Sir Maryland sent out to harass them returned.
Facing the stunned fortress general, the injured Knight who led the troops told him about his nightmarish encounter.
When he led the soldiers to charge at Cecil's people with great fanfare, the latter seemed to have already seen them and were prepared. They did not panic at all. The Cecil soldiers were like machines that accurately and subconsciously counterattacked. First, it was some kind of "Skyfire Explosion" that a single soldier carried, then it was the throwing of explosives and magic beams that were shot out with their gauntlets. Finally, it was the enchanted swords that could easily split the armor of ordinary soldiers. Each of them was powerful.
The so-called sneak attack was like taking the initiative to die.
It turned out that leaving the fortress to take the initiative to attack, no matter what kind of attack it was, was not a good idea.
Sir Maryland could only let his heart sink to the bottom and quietly wait for the arrival of Cecil's people.
On the 57th day of the month of Fire, Ansu Year 736, Cecil's flag appeared at the end of the plains opposite Firmrock Fortress.
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