When the first ray of dawn appeared at the border, the whole of Cape Town was still lifeless.
The war wasn't over yet.
The warlords would never retreat from the stage of history so easily, especially when they had gained a lot from the changes of the era.
But Rorschach's strategy … or more accurately, Feng Beinz's strategy was very appropriate.
That's right, after confirming Feng Beinz's ability, Rorschach took a step back and handed over the command to Feng Beinz.
This wasn't just a form of trust and recognition, but more importantly, he wanted to prove his ability and show the people of Cape Town that he could only control the world that he had conquered with his own hands.
After watching Feng Beinz's command from the side, Rorschach was relieved. At least Feng Beinz did a much better job than him. If even Feng Beinz couldn't do it, he wouldn't want to either.
Feng had been waiting for this day for too long. He had been preparing for too long … He had a deep understanding of all his opponents.
He knew the personality traits of all the warlords, the types of supporters they had, and their strongholds. Maybe because he wasn't a warlord himself, the Workers and Peasants Alliance had been communicating with the various bosses for a long time. That was why he was able to gather so much information.
And the source of information wasn't just the Seymour people.
Rorschach himself didn't know how many people the Game Church had here, and it was even more impossible for him to know the location of his opponents … But Lori knew.
She was the supreme god of this city (serious face).
A large number of believers had created an endless network of faith. When God first made a request, when there were four holy churches here, this was her divine domain.
The God's Eye easily saw through the night and fog. Even the buildings and man-made walls couldn't block that pair of eyes high above.
A 3D scene with a perspective effect was created. It was needless to say how helpful it was to the battlefield.
The firepower of both sides was no longer on the same level. The magic armors and chariots that the Seymour people created were all leftovers from Sydeon's time. They had been destroyed by the Eye of Wisdom and were originally incomplete products.
Although many warlords and landlords had purchased the growth lines for their magic armors from the Aishi People, who would give them the truly good stuff? The second and third generations of magic armors that had been eliminated and were about to be scrapped were the main source of ammunition sales. As for the growth lines, most of the time, they were stuck between maintenance and being barely usable. After suffering a few losses, the Seymour warlords still believed in Sydeen's path and focused on self-reliance.
After absorbing the technology of the Aishi People, the magic armor that was pieced together from all sorts of places was still somewhat decent … but it was only limited to internal battles.
The difference between civilian technology and military technology was so great that it was a generation gap. None of the major churches would hand over the true war technology to the locals. Sydeen's technology was nothing more than toys in the eyes of the Aishi engineers.
In terms of the power system and materials, the Seymour people could use precious magic ores like the natural Lightning Strike Stone to make up for it. The difference in the performance of the body was like that of an adult and a teenager. However, the external weapons such as the various heavy cannons, spell systems, and shield systems were like a fifth-generation machine against a first-generation machine. It could be compared to a fifth-generation machine fighting against a first-generation machine. It could be compared to a fully-equipped modern soldier with a strengthened exoskeleton fighting against a normal person with a wooden sword.
Under the same conditions, the Aishi People's magic armors could easily fight against three of them at once. Their seemingly similar warship technology was also a complete scam.
The Seymour People's warship shields and power systems weren't up to standard at all. Their most important offensive weapons were still the Seymour People's natural Lightning Strike and cannons … Looking at this situation, Rorschach recalled the collision between the ironclad ships and the wooden sailing ships.
If Sydeen's technology back then was comparable to the Aishi People's, then the racist Sydeen would have driven the Aishi People away a long time ago.
The Seymour People's magical technology had improved tremendously over the years. However, most of the improvements were for civilian use. In terms of military technology such as shields and magic cannons, they lacked basic knowledge and knowledge. How could they develop something decent in such a short period of time?
Sometimes, Rorschach even laughed at the sight of it.
Compared to a wooden airship equipped with a cannon dismantled from a discarded magic armor, an advanced ironclad ship's main weapon was actually a large harpoon … Were they planning to stab it into the deck on the opposite side and have the sailors jump on board to engage in a boarding battle?
"Ugh, they really know how to play. They actually closed the distance and shot at the Lightning Strike Stone with their natural talent. As expected of a Silver Race, almost everyone has a natural talent for magic. "
Rorschach was at a loss for words. He had seen all sorts of weird things tonight.
There was a six-wheeled troop carrier with a catapult mounted on it. There was also a large war beast carrying a platform on which a shaman was singing a war song. There were even a few chicks dancing behind him … Rorschach's horizons were truly broadened.
"This is very punk, very punk."
When Feng asked for his opinion with a bitter smile, Rorschach could only give such an answer.
What did 'very punk' mean? Rorschach himself wasn't sure. It probably meant that it was like a punk movie …
Rorschach had already underestimated the strength of his people in Cape Town. After all, the natural advantages of the Seymour people were obvious. A normal adult would not be weaker than a Tier 1 fighter. With a little training, they would be comparable to a Tier 2 or Tier 3 fighter.
However, ninety-nine percent of the combat squadrons here were Seymour people. Eich's training methods were actually more scientific and more suitable for activating their potential. Plus, Eich had an absolute advantage in terms of organization and discipline. Roxia was astonished to discover that these "new soldiers" that he hadn't trained at all were actually stronger than the veteran soldiers under the warlords' command.
Roxia was puzzled. In his opinion, actual combat was the best training, and it was impossible for a recruit to defeat a veteran who had been on the battlefield for a long time.
"Heh, you think too highly of them. Do you think that their usual street fights are a war? Most of the time, their so-called battles are just drunk, holding beer bottles and forks to collect taxes from the workers. After collecting the taxes, they would go and mess around, harass the waitresses and fight in the bar. "
Not only did Feng's answer hit the nail on the head, he also did not hide his disdain and anger.
In his opinion, these soldiers who worked for the warlords were not professional soldiers at all. They could not be counted on to protect the country, but they were constantly harassing the villagers.
Rorschach shook his head. He could not use them at all. He was still hoping to organize these scattered soldiers to deal with the threat of the Evil Gods.
A worm-eaten cabbage could ruin a pot of porridge. Forcefully organizing them into an army would only spread the infection and corrupt the military's discipline. It was better to kick them out and recruit new soldiers.
The enemy scattered and fled in all directions. They either fled to the densely populated markets or the alleys. For some reason, Rorschach felt that this was not a war or a revolution, but a farce.
"Don't underestimate the warlords. These peripheral soldiers are all like this. Today you fight me, tomorrow I fight you. It's more like a brawl than a battlefield drill. When the situation is not good, they will immediately surrender and change bosses. Their main force and guards should still be able to fight … right? "
In front of Feng, a Dark Elf assassin suddenly fell from the sky and landed on the cement floor, creating a crater. But he stood up without any injuries.
Behind him was the falling airship that was burning fiercely.
If Feng was not wrong, that should be the Kahn Warlord's flagship. His main force should be on it, but it was sunk by an assassin.
Feng was shocked and fearful. He was about to reevaluate the threat posed by the Aishi People, but he did not notice that Rorschach suddenly took a step back. He looked left and right. This is a flat ground. It should not be a big airship.
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