A page in the report was the experience and lesson learned by the countless soldiers on the Palamel Highlands that day when they were at the brink of death.
On that day, there were not only Typhon's men beside the blades, but also Cecil's men.
Every new thing was imperfect when it was first born, and the more advanced it was, the more imperfect it was. Even if the scholars exhausted their efforts to deduce, even if Gwen, who had accumulated millions of years of experience for three lifetimes, the creations of mankind would never be perfect.
Relying on the technology and concepts that crushed an era, the Cecil Army once swept the entire southern border and the Plains of the Holy Spirit. But when facing the Typhon's people, some shortcomings that had never been discovered before were still exposed. Although the Typhon's people were on a different path from Cecil's, they were still a powerful enemy that the magic-engineer army could face with all their might. In the face of a powerful enemy, any shortcoming would be fatal.
"The armored train is a new thing. Even the most experienced veteran can only slowly explore the Iron Throne. It's normal to make mistakes in the process," Gwen said as if he was talking to himself. "Philip was able to find these mistakes and summarize them in a short time. This is the most important thing …"
"The Typhon's people have seen the armored train with their own eyes. The troops that successfully evacuated will definitely bring back a lot of key information," Amber said. "Will they terminate the railway construction agreement with us because of this? After all, once the armored train enters the territory, the damage it will cause is not something that ordinary troops can compare to … "
"They will be aware of the danger, but they can't refuse the huge value of railway transportation. I'm not too worried about this." Gwen shook his head. "But they will definitely find a way to counteract, or change the track specifications to prevent the Cecil's trains from entering the territory directly, or set up emergency interruptions on key inbound railways … These are all possibilities."
As he spoke, he turned his gaze back to the thick report. He found that there were still many pages behind it. This heavy report seemed to be far from finished.
After flipping to the next page, his eyes suddenly froze, and the expression on his face became complicated.
On that page, Maryland only wrote one sentence: "… The above information about Typhon's military and the suggestions for improving the Longwind Defense Line are not my own wisdom, Your Majesty, Sareth? Duke Loren's achievements should not be buried. "
Amber noticed the change in Gwen's expression. She leaned over curiously and asked, "What's this?"
Gwen turned the pages. What entered his eyes were the scanned and photocopied manuscripts from the archive room of Long Wind Fortress.
Is that Silas? Loren had left behind detailed information about the Typhon border legion. Some of them were personally written and organized by Duke Loren, some were reports from lower level commanders, and some were even original information sent back to the stronghold by former Eastern Region intelligence personnel who risked their lives.
Text records, hand-drawn terrain maps, the identification characteristics of Typhon's main Knight Regiment, the new weapons and equipment they used, and even … the insignia and organization of the Iron River Knight Regiment were all included.
Some of the photocopies showed Silas Loren and Loren. The annotations and markings left behind by Luo Lun, and the other photocopies had what looked like blood stains left on them.
Behind these documents was a batch of what appeared to be letters or journals — basically Silas Smith's. Silas and Loren and Belk? The handwriting of Loren and Loren recorded in detail the construction of the Longwind Defensive Line, the threat of Typhon's Extraordinaire Legion, and the shortcomings of the Ansu's national structure at that time.
Gwen saw Silas Loren and Loren. The letters that Loren wrote to the Captical nobles mentioned that the Eastern Region was overburdened by the construction of Long Wind Fortress, and he hoped to borrow some money. There were also letters to the king and the other two Protectors.
Gwen did not know whether Francis II and the other two Protectors responded to these letters at that time (most likely they did, otherwise the Longwind Defensive Line would not have been built successfully), but the appeals and calls to the Captical nobles … were probably like stones thrown into the sea.
Because just like "My vassal's vassal is not my vassal", the nobles and lords of Ansu also followed the rule of "My neighbor's territory is not my territory".
The second half of the report was all photocopied information, but they were obviously not all. Marland wrote very clearly at the end of the report: "… The above information is only a small part. In the archive room of Long Wind Fortress, we found a lot of surveillance records about Typhon and information about the Longwind Defensive Line. After sorting out the information, I will send a complete copy back to the imperial capital. Please wait for me, Your Majesty. "
Amber came to Gwen's side and read all the information. She could not help but shake her head and murmured, "What a pity."
"Apart from history itself, I'm afraid we are not qualified to evaluate Silas Loren and Loren. But at least in terms of this information, the Grand Duke of the Eastern Region left behind a valuable treasure. "Gwen sighed." Later, reply to Marland and let him make good use of this heritage. I've also approved his construction plan for the Longwind Defensive Line. "
"Okay."
After putting down the heavy report, Gwen rubbed his forehead a little tiredly, then leaned back in the chair and said while relaxing his tense shoulders, "Philip mentioned the restriction of the Griffin Knight … I don't know how Rebecca's project is going."
"Two days ago, I went to see what was going on and saw them digging out a giant gyroscope-like thing from a deformed shelf," Amber said casually. "Margie was also there. She was half-dragon and half-human, with a lot of iron pieces hanging on her wings. I don't know what she was doing, but she looked like a clothes rack …"
"Rebecca seems to be planning to use the flying principle of the Giant Dragon to propel the aircraft," Gwen said with a smile. "If she succeeds, it'll really be a step in place. Even the transitional propeller can be omitted …"
"I'm looking forward to the day when they succeed in flying," Amber said. "I've always been curious about what it feels like to look at the earth from a high altitude, but I can't learn how to control the Griffin. Pitman said that he wanted to master Druil's Animal Transformation Skill and then turn into a giant eagle to fly with me. But after ten years of practice, he turned into a quail and needed me to kick him from below to take off …"
Gwen was speechless.
It was the first time he heard that the Pitman had such a glorious record and special skill.
At this moment, a series of footsteps suddenly came from the corridor, followed by a rhythmic knock on the door. Gwen looked up and let the person in. After the door of the study was opened, an attendant in a blue and white uniform came in.
"Your Majesty, there's a special report," the attendant said respectfully and handed over a printout. "It's from the Monolith City Government Office."
"Monolith City?" Gwen said with some surprise. He reached out and took the printout from the attendant. A moment later, his expression became strange.
Amber immediately leaned over curiously. "Hey, what's wrong?"
Gawain said, "Monolith City's government office reported that there's an Extraordinaire in their prison who's spellcasting without a license and illegally entering the country. They can't chase him away no matter what."
Amber was stunned. "That's it? Why would they report such a trivial matter to you? "
Gwen's mouth twitched. "This person calls himself Bart Wendell. Wendell. "
Amber did not immediately react. "Bart Wendell? Wendell, that sounds familiar. Which one is it … Ah! The one that was blown up by Byron?! "
"Wendell is a noble family name in Typhon. It's not easy to have the same name," Gwen said with a strange expression. "This is really … the real world is the most dramatic …"
… …
Typhon, Imperial City, Oldenheim.
After receiving the order, Andesha, who had returned at full speed, once again stepped on the streets of the city where she was born and grew up.
Sitting in the Wendell family's carriage, Andesha listened to the sound of the wheels rolling on the road. She opened one side of the carriage and looked at the scenery and passersby in a daze.
She knew that she had left this city for a long time, but the changes that had taken place in this city were still beyond her expectations.
Some old buildings had been demolished, and some unfamiliar buildings had appeared on the streets. Even the houses that she knew had strange signs hanging on them, such as' XX Company 'or' XX Factory '. Oldenheim was shrouded in a layer of gray fog, and a faint strange smell filled the air. It was not a pleasant smell, and Andesha frowned subconsciously.
Is this the 'new atmosphere of the Imperial City' described in the letters from the Empire?
Andesha frowned as she looked at the hurried people on the streets. She still remembered how this city used to be, and the leisurely and proud citizens. She remembered the comfortable pace of life here, but now, Oldenheim was like a clockwork in a mechanical clock, as if there was a rapidly rotating gear pushing everyone. The pedestrians in her line of sight walked quickly, as if they did not dare to waste even a minute. At the end of the streets, there were either tall and ugly factory buildings or tall chimneys …
Most of the city was actually the same as when she left, but a change under the surface seemed to have changed everything. Andesha felt that she did not recognize this place anymore.
As the carriage drove through the long streets and gradually approached the Wendell family's mansion, Andesha's thoughts finally calmed down, and she began to think about the things that she had to face.
She had returned home, but she felt that her return this time was not glorious.
The carriage stopped steadily in front of the door, and servants came out from the door to welcome them. These people all had jubilant smiles on their faces. In any case, the return of the young lady was worthy of these people's happiness. In addition to the ordinary servants, the familiar housekeeper also came out and came to the door of the carriage.
The butler bowed: "Welcome home, young mistress."
Andesha poked her head out: "Is grandfather home?"
"Yes, he is waiting for you in the parlor."
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