Chapter 614 Going North

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Many days later, a student of Godwin Orlando described the scene on the 30th of the month of recovery in Ansu 738 with these words:

When the southern border opened its gates, the power of machinery and steel poured out, and the wheels and tracks of the chariot rolled over this land that was once developed with sword and fire. In the face of Cecil's power, all living beings will be equal.

Cecil's Magical Combat Corps left the South for the first time and set foot on the Holy Spirit Plain.

The engine rang, and the steel chariot driven by gears and levers drove out of the rock fortress with the sound of horns and whistles, and advanced mightily northward, and a large transport convoy full of soldiers and supplies also drove on the north-south road On the Kingdom Avenue, a giant python was lined up on the plain. Philip sat in the command car in the middle of the first convoy. He opened the armor plate on the roof, leaned halfway outside, and stared at the team through the shimmering car shield.

Heavy warhammer tanks are escorting the roads, the steel armor and the main guns of the chariots are glowing in the sun, the large transport vehicles are in the middle of the road, staggered with the "steel ambassadors", and the spacious carriages are full of heavily armed soldiers. Every 100 meters or so in the team, there is another truck with a silver-white fist emblem. It is a troop transport vehicle belonging to the White Knights Chapter-the White Knights as military priests do not yet have their own main battle tanks. , but with the efforts of Patriarch Wright, their chapter has begun to take shape.

In addition to the vehicles, there are also soldiers who are lined up on foot. The infantry is an important guarantee for ensuring the vision and emergency response capabilities of the chariot troops.

The sight of this legion attacking is shocking, and the power of machinery and steel is inspiring.

But after all, Cecil's magic industry is still short-lived, and it is not possible to mechanize the entire army - in the latter part of the First Combat Corps, there are still long teams that rely on animal power to transport troops and supplies, but even if On the vehicles that are dragged by animal power, howitzers or burst turrets are often installed, so that they are truly fully armed.

Philip retracted his gaze. During the process, his gaze briefly met a young man leaning out from a nearby chariot. The young man immediately put his hand on his chest and respectfully gave a "half-cavalier salute".

The young man wore the badge of a sharp sword on his chest and a corresponding badge on his shoulders, which showed that he was a knight who was ordained, and one of the civilian officers who were promoted after the establishment of the Principality of Cecil.

Of course Philip knew each other. After all, about half of the new generation of officers in this team were trained by him, and he also knew that the young man with the knight's badge was just an ordinary person without extraordinary power - in Sisi More than half of the ordained knights or officers in Er's legion were ordinary people without any supernatural powers.

"A new era of knighthood..." Philip sighed softly,

But there was no regret in his tone.

Here comes the Cecil.

Before the attendant came to report, Count Pompeii saw the mighty army on the Kingdom Avenue on the terrace, and saw the magical industrial creation that was difficult to understand with common sense. With the blessing of the eagle eye technique, he clearly understood I saw the wheels and tracks of those mechanical monsters, their guns, and the heavily armed soldiers who traveled with the convoy.

The slightly bloated Count of Pompeii stood on the terrace with the cold wind and watched silently for a long time. He not only looked at the Cecil army, but also thought of the army he once had-the one led by knights , composed of levies, wearing a variety of protective gear, holding colorful flags, relying on the beat of drums and flutes to form an army, and then amazed that Sir Maryland, who was a rock fortress in the past, relied on the level of the army. It lasted forty hours.

It seems that it really is the credit of the fortress shield and the city wall.

Then the earl left the terrace and went to the main hall of the castle. He ordered the servants to prepare a grand luncheon. He put on the dress he wore only once when he was ordained - this dress was already a little tight. ——Putting on the bow tie, headband, and sash, he also put his wife and children in formal attire, and sat down at the table as if they were attending a royal canonization feast.

After being seated, the Count of Pompeii in formal attire glanced around the hall and saw that the servants were standing nervously in the distance, so he smiled: "Come on, too."

Servants, look at me, I look at you, no one dares to move, they can't understand the abnormal behavior of their master these days, and they can't understand the abnormality in today's abnormality.

The Count of Pompeii just shrugged, and then he raised his glass, shaking it in the air, paying homage to Francis II who had left this world.

The door was pushed open at this moment, and a servant ran in out of breath: "Sir, it's outside..."

"Let them in," Count Pompeii said calmly, then turned his head slightly and said to the band not far behind, "Please change to a more solemn tune, 'Valsa Ending' would be good."

The gate of the castle was slammed open, and a team of fully armed soldiers walked in, led by a heroic female knight, and beside her stood two heavy white full-body armor, full of Light-powered armored warriors—the Cecils called these armored warriors "priests."

The valiant female knight strode to the Count of Pompeii, holding a document in her hand: "Mr. Count, I am Margarita Crete from Cecil, representing Gawain Cecil here. Duke Searle, I convey to you..."

The Count of Pompeii didn't wait for the other party to finish, he took out a stack of sealed documents, and said gently and slowly: "This is the canonization document of the Moen royal family. These are the land documents on my territory. List of possessions outside the castle."

Then he looked at the document in the female knight's hand and nodded slightly: "Where do I sign?"

Margarita was stunned for a moment, probably because this situation was beyond her expectations, but she still reacted quickly and handed over the document: "At the end."

The Count of Pompeii took the print, glanced at it, and then picked up the dip pen he had prepared earlier. After two times, the tip of the pen was close to the paper, he smiled wryly, and looked up at the female knight: "Ma'am, I can Do you sign again after this meal?"

"Okay," Margarita calmly looked at the count in the southernmost part of the Holy Spirit Plain, whose entire territory was within the firepower coverage of the Rock Fortress, and said lightly, "We'll watch you finish here."

...

Inside the large command car, Amber left the communication station and came to Gawain's side: "The Count of Pompeii has signed it - there really was no battle."

The half-elf's face was full of wonder.

A county with a huge area, the land is not barren, and it is even considered to be wealthy in general, and it has simply accepted the "management" of the Principality of Cecil.

But Gawain just smiled nonchalantly: "This should be a relief for the count, at least he finally doesn't have to struggle all day whether he should insist on being a royal nobleman or quickly switch to become a nobleman from the South."

After he finished speaking, his attention returned to the battle map in front of him.

On this precise map, a quarter of the Plains of the Holy Spirit has been marked in harsh red.

The Gorgon River, which runs from north to south, and the Kingdom Road along the Gorgon River are marked with striking blue and white.

On the Gorgon River and the Kingdom Road, two arrows have been marked, they are the inland fleet along the river, and the army troops are advancing northward along the Kingdom Road and the plain area.

His battle plan is clear, and he has reached an agreement with the army generals and staff - the most important goal is to complete the cutting and blockade of the entire eastern contaminated area of ​​the Holy Spirit Plain!

This "plague" created by the Death of All Things is dangerous and terrifying, but it obviously still needs a communication medium and the corresponding "ritual" to be realized (information from Soldlin and Belk), so at this stage, its The spread has not yet gotten out of control, and the polluted area is still dominated by the giant wood crossing, and has not crossed the Gorgon River.

He wanted to block the plague on land before it crossed the Gorgon River—relying on the warships in the river to clear the shore with firepower, and then the mechanized troops equipped with heavy burners advanced all the way, from south to north, The isolation zone and purification zone were created from west to east, and after the initial control of the pollution range, through the advancement and contraction of the mechanized troops, the "cluster legion" of the death of all things was gradually eliminated.

Now all the factories in the southern border have entered a wartime state, and all production lines are working overtime to manufacture simple and fast versions of "Spitfire Fighting Vehicles". It will soon enter the Dorgon River through the rock fortress to support the First Fleet, plus the entire Principality of Cecil has been consciously preparing for this war since last year, so as long as the contaminated area does not break through a few The key point is that this plan is the most appropriate and effective.

But correspondingly, this plan is the most likely to get out of control, and the most risky part is that the pollution breaks through the blockade...

Gawain's eyes moved upward, and finally landed on the northern end of the Gorgon River, the hub of the Kingdom Avenue, the largest city and the most important fortress in the Holy Spirit Plain——

City of San Sunil.

This royal capital, which has a population of more than 100,000, controls all traffic routes from east, west, north and south, and controls the gate to the north, must not be lost, and must not be polluted!

...

In the north of the Pompeii region, across a hilly area directly under the royal family, several chariots formed a small temporary camp, and a team was camping and resting in the wilderness.

Wearing black full body light armor and wearing a closed helmet, the Ranger soldier climbed on the roof, adjusted the observation mode of the tactical goggles, and scanned the dark wilderness in the distance. Two howitzer operators and two heavy burners were in control. The hands are sitting on their respective chariots, blocking each direction with weapons - not only to block the road, but also to be alert to the gravel wilderness that seems to be difficult to walk. This is fighting those monsters big and small. After more than a dozen games, the soldiers accumulated valuable experience.

The cluster giants are not human-although they are mutated from humans, but after acquiring a powerful physique, their behavior has been freed from human constraints, and they can walk freely between gravel, depressions, shoals and even poisonous swamps. To launch an attack, this is something that must be kept in mind at all times.

From the capital, Knight Mitchell with blue eyes and curly brown hair was wrapped in a blanket, leaning against the heating lamp heated by thermal runes, looking at the strange warriors from the south with complicated eyes, and he The few remaining soldiers were sitting not far away, and most of them looked confused.

Until now, the noble knight still seems to be in a deep dream - he woke up from a nightmare and fell into a strange new dream, in this new dream, a chariot made of steel roared, huge With explosions and deadly flames falling from the sky, he and his soldiers were rescued by the fighters who called themselves the "Iron Rangers", who were equipped and fought...an eye-opener.

You must know that as a descendant of the royal capital's noble family, he has always been proud of his knowledge and knowledge, but these warriors from the south and their fighting methods... Knight Mitchell has never seen them before.

The royal army also got weapons from the south. The knights all wore melting swords and heat ray guns. The army was also equipped with a small number of "light acceleration guns" that rely on runes to propel, but until today, the Mitchell knights are not aware of it. There is one thing: what the Southerners handed over to the Royal Army... is just the tip of the iceberg of their huge armed forces.

The funny thing is that until more than a week ago, the commanders of the Royal Army were still complacent about those weapons, and they were still planning to launch an attack on the eastern border after the end of spring to end the war completely.

Now the war is indeed over... The war between the royal family and the Eastern Territory is over.

Knight Mitchell laughed at himself, and footsteps came from the side. The elf ranger with long golden hair came to the heating lamp and sat down next to Mitchell.

"How's the injury?"

"It's already healed, and my physical strength has recovered by about 80%," Mitchell didn't hide his gratitude, "Thank you for your alchemy potion."

Solderling nodded: "Using the Qubing Mixture and Rejuvenating Medicine to wash the wound can effectively avoid purulent infection, and it can also heal the wound quickly without losing physical strength, which cannot be achieved by oral medicine alone."

Mitchell kept smiling, but the corners of his mouth were a little stiff.

In the kingdom army, even the knight class, each battle can only be allocated two bottles of alchemy potion, two bottles! Each bottle is only half a mouthful! Only dare to drink when you are about to be beaten to death!

Who doesn't know that washing wounds with alchemy potions will speed up the healing - but who can afford it...

After a moment of embarrassment, the Royal Capital Knight forced himself to change the subject: "Where are we going next?"

"Move in the direction of the Gorgon River, our ships will meet there, and then we will meet the First Corps on the banks of the river," Solderling said. How long do you think it will take for those cluster armies to reach Saint-Sunil?"

"If they don't sleep, I'm afraid they should be there in another week...and that's because most of them can only walk, and there are no horses or vehicles to fit their huge bodies," Mitchell recalled the scary monsters left him. Impressed, I couldn't help shivering, "I think they can drive without sleep for a week."

"Then in the worst case, they will arrive at Saint-Sunil within a week," Soldrin frowned, "...I hope that city can persist until the main force in the south arrives."

As a proud royal aristocrat, Knight Mitchell immediately said subconsciously: "Saint Sunil has Anzu's most powerful magic shield and self-healing city walls, as well as hundreds of battle mage towers and The mighty Royal Capital Knights and Guards Knights can withstand the attacks of those monsters.”

However, the blond high-level ranger just glanced at him lightly, and said calmly: "I believe in the shield, the city wall and the mage tower in your mouth, but I don't really believe in the defenders of the city."

Mitchell met the high-level ranger's gaze and said unswervingly: "The two knights will stick to the last moment."

"...It's okay, there are still knights like you in the royal capital generation, so it's not completely rotten," Solderling patted Mitchell on the shoulder, and he didn't know if it was a compliment. "I hope, I hope that city can hold on."

...

Continue along the Gorgon River to the north, to the east of the river, between the Stone City and the Gorgon River, in the city with a long history of "Red Maple City", the last shouting and killing finally gradually ceased.

Blood spilled on the streets, broken swords and equally broken corpses lay on the ground, the pungent burnt stench permeates this city famous for its red maple leaves, and the sun shining from the clouds illuminates it is gradually cooling down. On the battlefield, under the sunlight, the army formed by the crystal cluster giants was sweeping the ruins, collecting the spoils, and counting the losses, while a man in a black robe, tall and thin, with a sinister face, walked through the blood-colored streets, surrounded by crystal clusters. In the respectful salute of the giants, they came to the square in front of the lord's castle.

All things perish, Master Heaton.

This sullen man has changed a little compared to before. Small crystals have grown on his cheeks and hands, and his eyeballs are filled with powerful arcane energy. Many of his characteristics have emerged in him.

This brought him extra strength and also allowed him to command this large army more effectively.

"The ones who resisted to the end... turned out to be mercenaries and adventurers," the leader in black robes glanced at the corpses around the square with disdain on his face, "The lord here is a coward."

A tall cluster giant came to Heaton and made a hoarse and low voice: "Most of them are cowards, with only a few exceptions."

Heaton turned his head slightly and glanced at the giant: "Clod, is the resistance of Boulder City over?"

"It will end - we have occupied more than 70% of the entire city..."

"That's not the end," Heaton interrupted. "What the hell is going on?"

"The so-called 'Queen of the North' is still stubbornly resisting. She and her troops have controlled the castle area. Relying on the castle's magic tower and the increase of the magic net, the entire castle area is enveloped by a layer of powerful snowstorm, which cannot be approached. "

Having said this, the giant couldn't help cursing: "That damn magic net, it can keep running!"

"The magic net won't get tired, people will, the 'Queen of the North' will dry up sooner or later," Heaton said lightly, "Find a way to consume the magic power of the blizzard and destroy them as soon as possible - they have resisted long enough."

"Yes."

"I'm more concerned about one thing than those recalcitrant idiots," Heaton continued. "I hear there's some trouble in the South?"

"Yes, some wandering intruders, who seem to be people from the South, are operating on the periphery of our control area."

"...I don't want to be distracted, but I've had enough of those so-called 'Ceciles'," Heaton snorted coldly, "Destroy them."

"Yes."