Andesha did not let herself wallow in depression for too long.
It was true that Typhon was one step behind on the modern battlefield, but that did not mean that Typhon's military power had fallen behind Cecil's. Her troops were only at a disadvantage under certain conditions, and could only passively defend Winterwolf Fort. But even so, it would not be easy for Cecil's men to break through this line of defense.
She looked into the distance. On the west side of Winterwolf Fort, smoke was gradually rising...
...
The heavy tracks rolled over the dry and cold wasteland. The low roar of the magic-powered engines and the grinding sound of gears came from all directions. The Warhammer main battle tank's muzzle was raised high, and in front of this steel legion, the towering walls of Winterwolf Fort and the shining fortress shield were already in sight.
The first wave of attack was gradually approaching the optimal firing range. The echelon commander was in the sturdy tank, looking at the scene in the distance through the periscope. Other than Winterwolf Fort, there seemed to be no obstacles set up by the enemy in the wilderness. There were no wooden roadblocks, no crisscrossing interception nets, and no annoying intercepting troops.
"They seem to have given up on stopping our tank unit in the wilderness." The engine was very noisy. The commander raised his voice and shouted to the vehicle captain in front of him. "We are closing in on the firing range."
"Those Typhon people should now know how much trouble they have caused!" The vehicle captain also raised his voice and shouted. "I thought the famous Winterwolf Defense Line would be difficult to deal with. This looks even worse than the Crystal Cluster Army in Boulder City!"
The echelon commander immediately reminded him. "Be careful! Those Typhon people are acting a little abnormal on the battlefield. Be careful of traps... "
In the past year, the frontline troops of the Eastern Region had been expanding and training. Now the members were not only the original soldiers of the First Legion transferred from the Southern Region. Some of the veterans of the Eastern Region who were originally stationed at Longwind Stronghold and were lucky enough to survive the Crystal Cluster Disaster had been retrained and were now members of the new army. The commander of this echelon was one of these "retrained veterans".
His rich battle experience and understanding of Typhon's people allowed him to become a basic officer on the frontlines. But now, this commander's heart was gradually filled with more and more questions.
The people of Typhon had never behaved so strangely before — as the party that had initiated the declaration of war, they behaved as flustered and bewildered as the people of Cecil. As a powerful army in the border region, their hands and feet were tied on the battlefield, and many of their elite troops had not shown themselves. Before this, it had always been said that the people of Typhon were also reforming their army and increasing the combat strength of the border guards, but now it seemed like … why was Winterwolf Fort's performance not even comparable to the Ansu era a few years ago?
Confused thoughts ran through the commander's mind, but at the same time, he did not forget to raise his vigilance and pay attention to the surrounding situation.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a slight tingling sensation on the surface of the skin on his arm.
He looked down and saw that his hair was standing on end.
"Watch out for the magic traps!" This echelon commander immediately reacted and rushed to the front of the communications desk. "Split up on the left and right wings. The rear units will slow down and go around them. The front units will fire at close range to clear the area. Coordinate with the infantry and prepare to receive the enemy —"
The first wave of tanks immediately responded. Amidst the roar of machinery, the heavy steel tanks began to rapidly change their formation. The 'Steel Ambassadors' tanks that were advancing in tandem opened their shields and began to prepare for the magic impact. Almost at the same time, the entire ground at the front of the tank unit began to glow with a dense net of white light that seemed to be composed of countless tiny lightning bolts. The net of light seemed to have seeped out of the soil and swept across the battlefield in the blink of an eye. In an instant, the mechanical compartments of several tanks, railguns and other parts of the tank unit began to emit fine sparks.
The power spines were severely damaged by the surge of magic power, and the magic energy engines were out of balance. The gears and connecting rods let out ear-piercing noises under the dual effects of inertia and engine loss of control. The affected tanks and multi-purpose combat vehicles stopped one after another. There were even more combat vehicles that did not stop completely, but they slowed down significantly. Subtle explosions kept coming out of the bodies of the combat vehicles.
At this moment, a series of low humming sounds came from the high altitude. The infantry under the protection of the Steel Ambassadors subconsciously looked up. In the gradually darkening sky, they saw that the sky in front of them was suddenly filled with layers of mirror-like focal points. The surging magic power surged in the air, and those mirror surfaces began to rapidly turn crimson …
The chariots that could still move quickly retreated or spread out to the sides. The Steel Ambassadors entered overload mode and activated their wide-area shields to the maximum. The infantrymen quickly sought cover from the chariots, and in the next second, hundreds of high-energy light beams were raining down …
…
"Arcane Shock Field confirmed to be in effect! The enemy has been stopped! "" Aurora Shower completed, projecting at full capacity! "" Second echelon mages beginning to charge! "" Observing results … "
The defense line, which was calm a second ago, seemed to be boiling in an instant. The humming sounds of magic power and explosions assaulted their eardrums. A series of information was quickly gathered in front of Andesha. She had already retreated to the command center in the fortress. At this moment, she was observing the situation on the defense line through the magic projection created by the mages. The scene in the distance had been blocked by the high-energy beams and the smoke of explosions.
"It worked." Count Palin Winterfort looked at the holographic image on the magic projection nervously. This was the first time he used his combat mages to fight against Cecil's mechanical army. "High-energy beams of level four and above seem to be able to penetrate their shields."
However, Andesha, who was the highest commander, frowned. Apparently, she had discovered the problem. "… We should have waited for them to come a little closer before activating the shock field. The mages are too impatient. If only we had two traps, we could have intercepted all the Cecil's soldiers within the range of the beam rain … "
"They won't fall for it a second time," Count Palin Winterfort said in a low voice. "But we have achieved what we expected. Now, it's time to fight head-on …"
Before Count Winterfort's voice trailed off, Andesha saw a flash of light in the depths of the smoke in the holographic image. Something shockwave dispersed the smoke, leaving a pale green trail in the air.
Then, a second and third flash appeared in the smoke.
A few seconds later, a huge explosion came from the outside. The wall was under attack.
The smoke was blown away by the wind, and the Steel Legion of Cecil's soldiers appeared once again. The menacing army was in a sorry state. After being baptized by the high-energy beam rain, nearly a third of the war machines had been reduced to wreckage. A large number of heavily damaged and powerless chariots were scattered on the battlefield. The survivors used the wreckage as cover and bombarded the wall of Winterwolf Fortress.
Even though they were in a sorry state, the momentum of their attack was still shocking.
At the same time, Andesha also noticed that there were other enemies behind the chariots. Some soldiers with strange equipment had survived the attack. They were scattered around the battlefield under the cover of their own chariots and wreckage, as if they were searching for something.
They were destroying the arcane shock field buried in the ground.
Count Palin Winterfort's face was tense. This was the first time he had seen an army of "ordinary people" that had not only survived the strategic attack of the Black Flag Magicians, but also retained some combat power. He was not only surprised by the combat power and survival ability of the ordinary people under the support of the equipment, but also by their courage in the face of such a large-scale magic attack.
At this moment, the voice of a communication spell reached Andesha and Count Winterfort's ears. The magic sentries set up at the top of Winterwolf Fortress reported that more enemies were about to arrive.
"Enemy chariots observed from the northwest!" "Magic reaction detected from the southwest!" "The second wave of enemy attack observed from the front!"
"You're right," Andesha looked at Count Winterfort and said slowly, "Next, it's time to fight head-on …"
… …
At the rear of the main force, the original Contract Castle had been temporarily transformed into the frontline command post of the First Legion. All kinds of magical equipment moved from the rear occupied the hall on the first floor of the castle. A large number of commanders, liaisons, and coordinators came and went in the hall, making it look unusually busy.
The one who commanded the frontline attack here was Philip himself.
One of his subordinates stood in front of him and reported the situation that had just been reported from the frontline. "The advance force's movement on the west side of Winterwolf Fortress has been thwarted. The vanguard force has been attacked by Typhon's army level spells and can't continue to move forward. They can only slowly weaken the enemy's shield at the limit of their range. The second, third, and fourth echelons are trying to attack from all directions, but they have been bombarded by powerful group spells and encountered some kind of trap that can interfere with the operation of the Magic Net. "
"It seems that the Black Flag Magicians have arrived at Winterwolf Fortress," Philip quickly concluded, but at the same time, he frowned. "That kind of trap didn't appear in the previous intelligence … It seems that the Typhon have something new that even we haven't seen before."
"General, should we send the reserve echelons into the battlefield?" His subordinate asked. "The Black Flag Magicians have already entered Winterwolf Fortress ahead of time, the ground forces are now advancing slowly …"
Philip raised his head and glanced at the Magic Net terminal not far away.
"No," he shook his head. "Let the advance force maintain a safe distance and continue to weaken Winterwolf Fortress's shield outside of the bombardment range of the strategic spells. It doesn't matter if it's a little slower — as long as we continue to restrain the Black Flag Magicians, we can't give those mages any time to rest and adjust their deployment."
"Yes, General."
After his subordinate left, Philip exhaled slightly. He returned to the front of the tactical map and once again confirmed the terrain around Winterwolf Fortress, as well as the enemy's military deployment confirmed during the last investigation.
Winterwolf Fortress was now passively defending. Although the combat strength it displayed was strong, it did not exceed expectations. However, the troops mobilized from all over Typhon's territory were definitely continuously converging towards Winterwolf Fortress' defensive line. As time passed, the defense of Winterwolf Fortress would completely stabilize, and they might even launch an attack.
However, he did not give the order to send in more echelons or change the attack plan of the advance force.
However, as he looked at the tactical map in front of him and thought about the current situation of the battlefield, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind —
"Should we try an even more aggressive attack? Let a few echelons at the front line launch an extremely large group attack against the defensive firepower of Winterwolf Fortress. With so many tanks and multi-purpose chariots spread out on the open battlefield and attacking from all directions at the same time, even the strategic spells of the Black Flag Magicians would not be able to cover the entire battlefield …
"Mages of flesh and blood have limits. Extremely large scale strategic spells will definitely have a cooldown period …
"Compared to the other stable plan, the advance force may suffer greater casualties, but it will be able to achieve results faster. Moreover, this way, the merit will completely belong to the 1st Army, and there will be no need to share the glory with others …
"This is a battlefield. Sometimes, necessary sacrifices are made in exchange for necessary merits …"
Beside Philip, Malcolm Dunnett had a gentle and loving smile on his face as he patiently waited for this young General Cecil to make a decision.
Philip raised his head and turned to look in Malcolm Dunnett's direction, suddenly revealing a smile as well.
Malcolm Dunnett's gentle and loving smile instantly froze. He seemed to have fallen into great shock as he subconsciously said, "How did you …"
"I was once a devout believer of the God of War. Even now, this belief should still be able to influence my words and actions, influence my way of thinking, and even subtly influence my soul. Not everyone has the ability to break the Mind Steel Seal with their own will," Philip said unhurriedly, "So, do you think Cecil's soldiers will not take any precautions after learning about the hidden danger of the Divine Calamity in Typhon?"
As he spoke, he raised his left hand. A thin, pale golden chain hung down, and a small, pocket-watch-like device slid down from his sleeve. However, when the 'dial' opened, what was revealed was a shimmering, complex, curved rune that reminded one of deep-sea creatures.
The moment he saw the rune, Malcolm Dunnett felt a wave of dizziness, and his body quickly became unstable as if his energy was about to be cut off. He began to flicker violently!
The next second, the figure of the former Pope of the God of War quickly dimmed, as if he was planning to escape this place using some sort of escape spell. However, before he could move, Philip had already quickly pressed a button on the magic net terminal beside him.
Some kind of low-frequency vibration that could not be heard by human ears and contained powerful power instantly "echoed" in the entire room. Like a requiem, it directly suppressed Malcolm Dunnett's soul and expelled him from the dimension he wanted to escape to.
The nearby officers and civilian personnel heard an inhuman howl, and they saw a figure appear out of thin air near the general and was sent flying. Several cries of alarm rang out around them.
Malcolm Dunnett felt a piercing pain, and after becoming a soul, he thought that he could no longer feel anything like this, but some kind of invisible force was tearing at the 'divine power' he used to maintain himself, making his soul feel like it was about to split apart. This series of blows finally angered this paranoid soul, and he suddenly stood up and raised the scepter in his hand.
A strand of spider silk wrapped around his wrist.
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