Chapter 394 Boom

In the military area of ​​Cecil's leadership, Gawain sat in the office building of the Military Intelligence Bureau. This place where all the information of Cecil's leadership was gathered is now temporarily used as the command center for this military operation. The methods of horse messengers and carrier pigeons were continuously sent, allowing Gawain to grasp the situation ahead at any time.

Amber stood beside Gawain and reported the information just sent to her: "The Kant line and the Baishuihe line have been prepared, just as you expected, that Hossman has boldly divided his troops - North 50,000 people headed south along the line of Kingdom Avenue - Crushed Stone Ridge, while the west followed the White Water River and attacked the territory via Tanzan Town. According to their speed, Philip's side should fight the enemy first."

Gawain nodded without worrying at all: "Most of the heavy artillery pieces are located in the north of Tanzania Town, where there are hundreds of 'Persuader' light railguns, plus minefields and shooting bunkers, there is no problem with Philip. Big."

"Fifty thousand people—are you really not worried at all?" Amber looked at Gawain in surprise, "Although I know you have big hearts, this number is too exaggerated... These 50,000 people are really If you want to swarm up, I am afraid that even if there are artillery positions, it will not be able to stop..."

"The problem is that they can't swarm up," Gawain shook his head while adjusting the angle of view of the satellite top view in his mind, "The road at the junction of Windward Hill and Crushed Stone Ridge is bad, and there is no condition for charging or adjusting the military formation. And the 50,000 people that Hossman mustered together... hum..."

Gawain couldn't help but snorted, the expression on his face was quite disdain: "I hardly want to call it an army... The noble private soldiers of this era have almost no military literacy, and they rely entirely on extraordinary knights to hold the line, and then swarm them with numbers. , more like undisciplined robbers than soldiers, and according to the general laws of noble wars, they do not have a unified command system, and each small army is completely independent. Artillery bombing at the head... As long as the artillery explodes, do you think that 50,000 people can still rush up in a group?"

"...Well, I've never seen a real battlefield anyway, you're an expert in this regard," Amber pouted, then looked at Gawain up and down, "But then again, you didn't even go to the front line, I'm still a little bit of that. Surprised... Didn't it say that the rumored Gawain? Cecil would often charge himself and swept the battlefield? Why are you sitting at the back instead..."

Gawain threw aside the charcoal that was marking the map in his hand: "I died when I was charging in my last life, have you forgotten?"

amber:"……"

"Don't take it seriously, I'll say it casually," Gawain smiled, stood up and walked unhurriedly to the window, "There are two real reasons. First, in the new fighting style of the Cecil Corps, It's less and less important to have a strong individual and a general who is in charge. I don't need to charge ahead. I just need to ensure that there are excellent commanders on the front line. Second, I stay here... I am in case of possible visiting. 'guest'.

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As Gawain spoke, he looked into the distance through the crystal window of the office building of the Office of Military Intelligence. His sight seemed to have crossed the vast wasteland and woodland in the northern region, and arrived at the windward hills and gravel ridges on the front line...

On the bad slope of the gravel ridge, Ropeney Glen raised her head and looked at the increasingly scattered and noisy team ahead, with a cold and indifferent expression on her face.

The knights she brought were escorting her, and the three mages and a few priests in the territory were also nearby. Further out, there were the entourages, militiamen, and young men who were recruited by the knights. The Viscounties that had recovered from the disaster ten years ago, there are not many people that Glenn can send, but at this moment there are thousands of people guarding the lady's side, and these people occupy the entire "army". After a while, when the bagpipes were played, it was quite lively, showing a high momentum.

Because they had just had a break not long ago, the entire "army" seemed energetic at the moment, and the soldiers in chaos in all directions had a beaming look. This was the mood that they would be able to plunder and earn "glory". Ropeney Grant watched all this indifferently like an outsider. After passing another crossing, she moved her horse's head and approached a bearded knight: "Where have we been?"

"Mistress, in a few more miles, you will leave the Crushed Stone Ridge," the knight said with a smile.

Luo Peini looked at the bearded knight and suddenly asked, "I still remember ten years ago...you were the guard of the castle."

The expression on the knight's face seemed to be stiff for a moment, but it soon turned into a respectful look: "It's an honor to serve you."

"Of course, it's your honor," Luo Penny showed a charming smile, her eyes swept around, and a familiar face fell into her eyes - the guardian of the castle ten years ago, the wizard of Glenn Advisors, bridge guards, sentries, captains of archers... These faces changed in her field of vision. Slowly, their faces seemed to be covered with a layer of fire. The burning fire was able to close the gate of the castle. The scorching fire made her smile brighter and brighter. That bright appearance had not appeared on her face for ten years, but it suddenly bloomed at this moment, almost dazzling the people around her, "Today is a day full of glory. ."

"A day full of glory!" The knights, retinues, and militiamen did not know why, but since the lord said so, they immediately waved their arms and cheered loudly, "A day full of glory!"

Luo Peini took a deep breath. At the end of her line of sight, a little smoke rose from the jungle, which seemed to be a common forest fire in this season.

The baroness swayed slightly, then supported her forehead: "I'm a little dizzy."

The knight immediately stepped forward to show his hospitality: "Mistress, do you need to stop? We can switch places with Viscount Panilla behind."

"No, you guys keep going forward, I'll leave some guards here to rest for a while," Ropeney shook her head, then looked at the knight in front of her with a smile, "Don't leave the team—let's go forward quickly. "

The knight accepted the order—or rather, he himself did not wish to be left behind in this war, which was destined to be victorious and plundered, and immediately turned the horse, leaving the mistress behind and leading the way. The team continued to move forward.

On the other hand, Ropeney Grant left the team with less than a hundred guards she had selected, and went to a quiet place on the side of the road, quietly watching them move forward.

In the wild forest in the distance, a second cloud of smoke rose up.

Earl Hossman and the team he led walked out of the crossing of the gravel ridge. The narrow and difficult mountain road finally came to an end. In front of it was a place with equally bad road conditions, full of gravel and potholes, but at the very least, this was an open space.

He couldn't help but smile when he had already walked the mountain road, and around him, the knights had already begun to urge the soldiers to move forward, sort out the formation a little on the open ground, and count the number of people left behind by the way - other nobles 's team was doing the same thing after walking to the open area, and this desolate place suddenly became lively.

Earl Hosman rode forward on horseback. He didn't want to condescend to do things that required shouting and losing his demeanor. As an earl, he had excellent military advisors, and many things were naturally served by military advisors and knights. .

A low, ethereal muffled sound that seemed to come from a very long distance entered the ear of the earl. Although there was some noise around, the muffled sound still caught his attention, and he looked curiously at the sound coming from the ear. Direction - is the third rain of this spring coming? Thunder at this time is not a good sign.

Earl Hossman's thoughts diverged, and then he heard another strange sound coming from high in the sky. It was a sharp, whistle-like abnormal sound, and the tone was getting higher and higher, and it was getting sharper and sharper. It was as if something in the sky was approaching.

Then, there was thunder—on the ground.

An unimaginable terrifying loud noise suddenly exploded on the plain, and no one could see what was falling beside them. The torn human body and the wreckage of the warhorse, Earl Hossman felt as if he was hit by an invisible giant hammer and flew up. The magic light of various colors burst out from his gorgeous earl's cloak. At this moment, almost all of the weapons were blown to pieces, and then he felt the terrifying impact directly on him, his internal organs trembled, his bones trembled, and in the tremors, they were torn apart, and more and more In Gao's line of sight, he saw more "thunders" blasting one after another in the open field.

The continuous explosions descended, as if hundreds of angry archmages were casting devastating magic in the sky, and the entire open space was almost instantly covered in flames, smoke, debris, and the cries of dying people. Rising, the knights roared loudly in fear and consternation, the out-of-control pawns and warhorses rammed across the hellish battlefield, the magicians supported various protective spells in vain, but their sparse and weak magic shields The entire battlefield is as small and fleeting as a few sparks in the dark - when a magic crystal shell weighing dozens of kilograms explodes, it can easily shred the defenses they hastily propped up, and due to the explosion of mana and chaos. Under the influence of the flow, many mages who hold up their shields even die faster: the powerful magic shock destroys their casting environment, and it is impossible for the fragile human nervous system to control those violent energies in this situation, one by one The mages bleed to death behind their shields, and their shields have not been extinguished, but their brains have been burned to ashes by their own mana.

In the explosion, Earl Hossman finally fell to the ground, or the part containing his head finally fell to the ground. He could not feel where his hands and feet were, but he could feel that his life was dying quickly. Before turning black, he saw a scorched and twisted metal fragment suddenly dropped in front of him, and a line of text was vaguely visible on the metal fragment:

...this is our argument.