The wind was getting colder, and the rolled up flag slapped on the metal flagpole, producing a thunderous sound. The soldiers in the fortress were quickly mobilized under the emergency order to assemble. They came to the walls, sentry towers, bunkers, and other battle positions. A Knight in a dark blue short cloak held a spear with a swallowtail flag hanging on it. He shouted all the way as he ran across the entire section of the wall. Under the gloomy sky, the runes in the gaps of the Knight's armor drew a stream of light on the wall.
Maryland looked away from the wall and turned to his adjutant who had followed him for many years. "Payne, how long will it take for the Typhon to arrive at Palamel Heights?"
"In two hours," the adjutant replied immediately. "If the rain doesn't start before then."
"Two hours …" Maryland frowned. "Did the scouts see the specific flag and size of the Knight Regiment?"
"Because of the clouds and the interference of the enemy's Griffin Knight, the vision is very poor. We can't tell how many people there are, but we can be sure that it's not the Iron River Knight Regiment or the Black Steel Knight Regiment."
"Not the Iron River Knight Regiment or the Black Steel Knight Regiment?" Maryland was stunned for a moment, and a thoughtful look suddenly appeared on his face.
The adjutant looked a little puzzled. "Yes, general. What are you thinking of?"
"… The enemy still has a last trace of caution. They sent the regular troops of the Winterwolf Regiment. Maybe this will become our opportunity." Maryland glanced at the sky outside. His expression was serious, and his mind was spinning fast.
"They should want to use the regular Knight Regiment to investigate the situation first. The Iron River Knight Regiment or the Black Steel Knight Regiment are on standby in the plains. The two Knight Regiments have an army level charging combat skill. Once enough power is accumulated on the plains, they can destroy a city-level shield in a short time. The large shield of Longwind Stronghold may be able to withstand it, but it should be very difficult.
"If the enemy commander judges that we don't have enough soldiers on the defensive line, they should be able to judge that Longwind Stronghold doesn't have enough defenders. At that time, the Iron River Knight Regiment will launch a charge. Even if they can't destroy the large shield of Longwind Stronghold, it will be enough to inflict heavy damage on us. More importantly, they will enter the close range of Longwind Stronghold after that, and the Iron Throne can't provide artillery support.
"This is very cautious. There is no problem with the tactic, but it will create a very fatal time gap.
"Where is Iron Throne Zero now?!"
The adjutant pondered for a moment and said, "The last communication was when we were entering Karon Valley."
"Can their speed still be faster?"
The adjutant frowned. "This may cause a great burden on the power spine. After that, it should require a certain degree of adjustment and maintenance."
"It doesn't matter. For a period of time after this, it can safely park in Palamel Highlands. There is no need to lead a furious god across the plains like last time. The magicians have time to slowly repair it," Maryland said quickly. "Send a message to General Philip and ask him to speed up. As long as the Iron Throne can arrive in time, the Typhon will not be a threat."
"Yes, general!" The adjutant answered loudly.
Maryland took a deep breath. The cold wind of autumn blew through the window and into the room. In this wind that was filled with the smell of damp soil, he whispered to himself, "Let it rain …"
The rain seemed to be about to fall, but it also seemed to be entangled by the clouds. The pitch-black armored vehicle of the Iron Throne cut through the humid air and crossed the border of the last province in the Eastern Region. The trees and stones on both sides of the track flew past quickly outside the car window. Along with the cold wind, there was also an emergency communication from Longwind Fortress.
"The Typhon has begun to advance. The situation in Longwind Stronghold is critical."
Philip strode to the central console of the Iron Throne and asked the technician who was operating the power spine. "Can the speed be increased?"
"It's as fast as it can be, general," the technician replied loudly. "The power spine is fully loaded, and all repulsive units have been activated."
"We need to go faster," Philip said in a deep voice. "I authorize you to overload the power spine. Also, transfer all the energy of the shield to the propulsion unit."
A turning point was approaching. Philip vaguely sensed its appearance.
This turning point was between the charge of the Typhon's army and the bombardment of the Iron Throne, which one would reach the frontline first.
In this era, in the conventional siege of a stronghold, the war was long and slow. A traditional army often needed to besiege a stronghold for months and months to determine the survival of a stronghold. This was the norm in almost all the noble wars in the old Ansu Kingdom. But the veterans who stayed in the stronghold in the Eastern Region had reminded him that Typhon's army of extraordinaires had changed the rules of war.
The Typhon treated extraordinaires as professional soldiers. They even began to train children with basic talents from the age of six. These mass-produced extraordinaires had poor talents. In the eyes of the traditional mages, they were not even qualified to be apprentices. But the Typhon gathered them together and trained them to master one or two abilities over the course of a decade. In the end, they trained a special army of extraordinaires. These soldiers may only know one skill, Knight's Charge or Lightning Bolt, but when thousands of them gathered together, they gave birth to a terrifying force known as the 'Army Level Spell'.
After discarding the unnecessary 'pride' of the extraordinaires and the old 'orthodox school' constraints, these professional soldiers and battle mages who were born for war could exert power on the battlefield that was not inferior to Cecil's Magician Corps. Once they gathered together and accumulated power, they could decide the outcome of a stronghold battle in a short time.
This key reform of the Typhon had been carried out for more than a decade. In view of the growth cycle of the mass-produced extraordinaires, a few ace Knight Corps and mage corps were finally completed in the last few years. In the first contact a few years ago, the army in the east almost suffered a great loss. If it were not for the Typhon's lack of proficiency in the Army Level Spell, and if Silas Loren had not been in the Army Level Spell at that time, the Typhon Empire would have suffered a great loss. If Silas Loren reacted in time, Longwind Stronghold would have fallen.
But at that time, the Ansu Kingdom was still immersed in song and dance, in the false illusion of peace. They were a whole era behind, but the crisis in the Eastern Region did not wake them up, nor did the sound of the cannons in the Southern Region.
Now that the Typhon had reassembled their Extraordinaire Army, the shortcomings and shortcomings exposed in the previous battle should have been fixed. But the Ansu Kingdom of the past had also been reborn. The new Imperial Army may be young, but as long as there was enough time, Longwind Stronghold could withstand it.
If Longwind Stronghold was the first to lose combat power under the Typhon's Army Level Spell, then even if the Iron Throne reached the Palamel Highlands, it would not be able to withstand it alone. If the Iron Throne reached the firing position first, then the unprepared Typhon's Extraordinaire Army would suffer a heavy blow.
The two countries had been entangled for so long, and the turning point was compressed in the next few hours.
The technician extended his hand to a hidden mechanism under the control panel. After turning the key, a originally locked cover panel on the control panel popped up.
A striking red button appeared in the groove under the cover. There were only a few words on the button: System Overload.
The red button was pressed, and after a short delay, the entire train shook. All the mechanical devices let out a low hum, and the buzzing of the magic units became louder and louder.
The armor plates on both sides of the Iron Throne opened up under the force of the mechanical structure, and a dim red light appeared in the gaps. The heat generated by the overload caused the air around the train to distort. The reserve water used for emergency cooling was injected into the groove between the engine and the mechanical devices. A large amount of hot air whizzed out of the tracks, and the Iron Throne accelerated once more in the steam as it rushed towards the eastern border.
The wind grew stronger, and the humid air swept up the swallow-tailed flag in the vanguard knight's hand. Even with the effects of the Wind Shield and Aura Protection to block out the surrounding cold wind, the whistling of the wind was still enough to make people feel irritated.
Andesha raised her head to look at the sky, and then at the Palamel Highlands that were already in her line of sight. She silently led the troops forward.
A very soft sound came from the helmet, accompanied by some kind of soft 'knocking'.
Andesha stretched out her hand, and saw a drop of water bloom on the surface of her gauntlet. Her expression and eyes instantly turned gloomy.
"It's raining, general."
The adjutant at the side whispered.
"I see it …" Andesha said gloomily.
More and more raindrops converged into a line of rain, becoming denser in her line of sight.
The gods seemed to be on the side of Cecil.
But Andesha only raised her sword and swung it down expressionlessly. "Continue forward!"
The rain would slow down the speed of the Knight Regiment. Even if they were the elites of the Empire, and even if they could largely ignore the influence of the weather, the 'delay' still existed. The only difference was the degree.
The First Knight Regiment of the Winterwolf Legion marched forward silently in the rain. All the soldiers faithfully carried out their commander's orders. The Gryphon Knights circling in the air lowered their altitude to provide the ground troops with an effective vision and early warning. But as the rain grew heavier and heavier, the surrounding light became dimmer and dimmer. Lightning began to brew in the thick clouds in the sky. The Gryphon Knights lowered their altitude again and again. In the end, they were hovering not far from the knights' heads.
Just when Andesha was beginning to suspect that the Cecil soldiers did not even exist, she suddenly heard a loud and piercing cry from the griffin in the sky. "That's right. That's right. That's right."
There was a flash of light in the distance.
"Defend!"
Andesha immediately shouted. Almost at the same time, the Knight Regiment drew their swords and held them in front of them. Magic surged, and a pale white halo spread out and formed a shield above the regiment. After a moment of delay, a weapon that was difficult to be seen by the naked eye landed on the shield.
With a loud bang, Cecil Regiment's weapon created a powerful explosion. Some of the Knight Regiment shuddered slightly, but the solid shield did not budge.
Andesha gripped her sword tightly, and spiritual energy surged around her body. She was ready to use the Legion level spells to deal with the enemy, but the continuous bombardment mentioned in the intelligence report did not come.
"Maintain the defensive posture and continue forward!"
The knights held their swords in their hands and continued to advance in silence under the command of the commander. After a while, the attacks that were accompanied by explosions and shrieks arrived once again.
This time, Andesha and her soldiers did not waver in the slightest. The young Wolf General even felt a burst of joy.
She had gambled correctly!
The Knight Regiment gradually increased their speed, and after the third attack, there were no more movements from Cecil Regiment's position.
Andesha took the lead and led the entire regiment to cross the last distance to the target position. Accompanied by the neighs of the horses, the flattened and reinforced ground appeared in her vision.
The Cecil soldiers had all retreated, leaving behind only an empty platform and a large pile of miscellaneous items and oddly shaped objects covered in tarps that couldn't be removed in time.
"This position is fake!" The adjutant shouted. "General, your judgment is correct!"
The Knight Regiment's soldiers looked at each other and started to clamor. Some of them began to shout Andesha's name with admiration and respect, and prepared to move forward to take away Cecil Regiment's troops and the supplies that could not be removed in time. The enemy had obviously left in a hurry, and it was impossible for them to take away all the heavy magical equipment. The things that they left behind would be a valuable source of information for the Typhon Empire.
But Andesha suddenly raised her hand and stopped her subordinates. "Don't get too close!"
After shouting for her subordinates to stop, the female Knight Regiment dismounted from her horse and spun the sword in her hand. Then she suddenly raised the sword and swung it forward.
A layer of dazzling light floated on the surface of the sword, and a powerful shockwave swept through a pile of miscellaneous items in the distance.
A deafening explosion immediately erupted from the pile of miscellaneous items, and the surrounding trenches and tarpaulins exploded.
Andesha did not know how many types of magical equipment Cecil Regiment had, and how many models they had.
But being vigilant against magical traps on the battlefield was a quality that every soldier must have.
Andesha and her adjutant activated their spiritual energy to block the fragments of the explosion, and the nearby Knight Regiment took half a step back. Some of them had an ashamed expression, but Andesha only glanced at them and shook her head: "Never underestimate your enemies, even if you mock them every time you drink and brag."
After saying that, she casually swung her sword and nodded to the mage beside her: "Send a signal to the Iron River Knight Regiment. This farce created by Cecil Regiment should end."
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