Iron Powder and Spellcaster

There are multiple high-level mages in the enemy formation. Although there is no direct evidence, the possibility cannot be ignored.

What is the most powerful weapon against magicians?

To get the answer, you need to first understand where the greatest threat to magicians lies.

Not a spell ability. Because no matter how powerful the spell is, it is nothing more than a killing spell when put on the battlefield.

The most indispensable thing among all armies is the art of killing. Even if he stands still and lets the magician kill him, how many people can he kill before the magic power is exhausted?

Can swords, bows, guns, and cannons kill more?

Can you kill many with swords, bows, guns and cannons?

After facing the power of magic time and time again, the soldiers of the Senas Alliance gradually realized that the biggest threat to magicians was not their magical abilities, but their extremely strong concealment.

You can kill visible enemies, but how do you kill invisible enemies?

Spell users do not have any external characteristics, they do not have one more eye or one less arm than ordinary people.

If there were any visible difference between magicians and ordinary people, it wouldn't be so difficult to unearth those with magical potential from a sea of ​​people.

Therefore, every enemy may be a hidden magician, including a childish young soldier and an old man with a face full of vicissitudes of life.

They can disguise themselves as ordinary soldiers and attack the enemy's frontline commanders when the two sides are fighting - in fact, this is the main combat mode of court mages during the Sovereignty War.

They can also disguise themselves as enemy troops, swagger into enemy camps, and quietly assassinate high-value targets - this is how General Simmons, Marshal Ned's close friend and comrade-in-arms, died of a spell inexplicably.

In fact, if the empire hadn't used this as propaganda, the coalition forces wouldn't even know that General Simmons died of an assassination. Everyone thought that Simmons' death was caused by a sudden stroke.

So... what is the most powerful weapon against magicians?

The answer is also very simple:

The most powerful weapon against magicians,

It's another magician.

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War, war, war.

War is boring, not only to the soldiers, but also to the people behind the scenes.

Within a week of the war starting, the war became the topic of everyone in Hailan City.

The senior officials are talking about war, the clerks are talking about war, the coachmen are talking about war, the traders are talking about war, and even the prostitutes are talking about war. All people talk about is war, war and war.

But a week later, the topic's popularity dropped rapidly.

Citizens' attention returned to grain prices, firewood prices, and the private rumors of the rulers; businessmen discussed the trend of commodities again; Hailan Port, which was once deserted, became bustling again; men met to talk about horse racing and whether to Donate a military position to get some credit; ladies are looking for trendy clothes from the Republic of Plato.

No one knows what kind of torture, fighting and pain the soldiers on the front line went through.

On the outskirts of Hailan City, a grand ball was going on in the palatial mansion of the Navarre family.

Although it was already night, the chandeliers hanging from the dome made the hall as bright as daylight, and the lights added a much more romantic atmosphere than daylight.

Mrs. Navarre's skillful hand decorated the hall supported by twelve marble columns with flowers.

The air was filled with the smell of burning powder and laurel candles, and the dark scent of flowers.

Vine roses, coleus, geraniums, hydrangeas, oleanders... flowers and brocades cleverly divided the space, leaving just enough space for guests to toast and chat, while also leaving the large-span banquet hall without any feeling of emptiness. feel.

I really don’t know how much thought Mrs. Navarre spent to make the “Twelve Columns” from the usually deserted and lonely stone hall into such a beautiful and pleasant place.

The melancholy and beautiful "Lorena" echoed on the dome of the hall, and young people in costumes were dancing on the dance floor.

Girls are everywhere here: gorgeous dresses with hoops are spinning, and beautiful and slender legs are looming; embroidered shawls seem to be draped casually on the arms, but their smooth shoulders are exposed; fans with peacock feathers and gold , hung dangling on the wrist with a thin piece of silk polyester.

At the end of the song, the girls smiled and lifted up their skirts, curtsied slightly and said goodbye to their male partners, but they refused to agree to dance a second dance with the same man.

Ana Navarre was sitting alone on the sofa, wondering what she was thinking. When a man invites Miss Navarre to dance to the next song, a patterned smile appears on Anna's face.

The iceberg beauty suddenly had a hint of life, and this strong contrast made the hearts of every man who came to invite her dance suddenly shrink.

But Anna smiled and declined all invitations, and when the men sadly walked away, Miss Navarre quickly returned to her state of disbelief until the next inviter appeared.

Another Miss Navarre, Anna's sister, Catherine Navarre, walked back towards Anna, her unique purple dancing shoes making a "tapping" sound on the stone floor.

Catherine's cheeks were flushed, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Dancing three songs in a row made her body feel a little hot. She panted slightly and fanned herself gently with her hands.

"That Mr. Mitchell is really greedy. He held my hand even after the dance was over and refused to let go. I was almost frightened to death. Humph, he can't even think of inviting me to a second dance." Catherine was excited. He sat down next to Anna and held her sister's arm affectionately: "Don't be so depressed, Anna."

Catherine's innocent, lively and fresh look when she was next to Anna stunned all the young men next to her.

Anna was already a beauty, but her luster was lost sitting next to Catherine.

Because Anna's facial features inherited part of her father's strong lines, while Catherine's appearance is completely the shadow of Mrs. Navarre, even more brilliant than Mrs. Navarre when she was young.

Catherine wears a light green dress and Anna wears a blue dress. The sisters eclipsed all the girls present, and among them, Catherine eclipsed Anna.

"Oh." Anna sighed and pinched Catherine's butt quietly: "You little rascal, this is great, you have focused everyone's attention here. Wait a minute Go dance and the others will bother me again.”

Catherine laughed and knocked off Anna's hand, and said nonchalantly: "Then you go to dance too."

"I don't want to dance today."

"Okay Anna, just dance, dance. It's hard to have a dance again. I'm almost bored to death these days, and I don't know when the next one will be." Catherine shook Anna's arm: "I really don't understand why there is no dance party during the war. How can we get to know young men without a dance? How can we get married if we don't have the opportunity to meet young men? If we fight for more than ten years, wouldn't we all be adults? An old girl?"

"No, you will definitely not become an old girl. I have confidence in you..." Anna covered her face with a fan, her tone extremely helpless.

"Well, many, many very good young men have gone to fight. Without them, I feel that the dance will not be lively." Catherine also sighed and said unhappily: "Captain Wilson also went to fight. Yes, he is the best dancer, but he doesn’t always step on my feet like my dance partner today. Anna, what good do you think about war? Why do they all go to war? Stay in Hailan, our family will have a dance, they will come Dancing, isn’t it good?”

Anna was told what was on her mind and became obsessed again.

When Catherine saw Anna's appearance, she rolled her eyes, bit her ear and chuckled and said to Anna, "I know who I'm thinking of!"

"What are you talking about?" Anna's face turned pale.

"Humph, Mom doesn't know, but I know everything." Catherine suppressed a smile, straightened her face, and imitated a deep and hoarse male voice and said, "I'm fine, eating well, sleeping well, Maybe I'm really lucky."

"Ah? Ah! You little girl!" Anna blushed all of a sudden, grabbed Catherine and asked: "You, you, you... you peeked at my letter!?"

"I didn't peek at your letter." Catherine corrected proudly: "I saw it because you put it on the dressing table without putting it away."

"Isn't that just peeking?" Anna was angry and anxious after hearing the other party's shameless admission.

Seeing her sister's rare loss of control, Catherine was even more proud. She continued to bite her ears and pursue the victory: "Not only do I know about the letter, I also know that you hid a sword in the closet... Yeah, yeah, make the sword out of gold. Sheath, this taste is really vulgar."

Ana's face was completely as red as an apple, and even her earlobes began to turn red. She said incoherently: "You...you are still going through my closet?"

"Don't we always change clothes? Isn't it normal for me to look at your wardrobe?" Catherine quickly changed the subject and teased her sister: "Don't worry about me peeking, please tell me who W.M is? Actually And using the full abbreviation... Huh, he must be a stingy guy to be so careful."

"That's not true!" Anna became very angry when her sister said that W.M was stingy. Suddenly, she realized her gaffe and quickly covered it up: "I don't want you to worry about it!"

"Oh, I'm so sad to have a lover and neglect my own sister." Catherine covered her mouth with a fan and snickered.

"you……"

Anna was anxious and shy, but Catherine was extremely proud.

To other people who were watching the sisters quietly, there was nothing more beautiful than the playfulness of the young girls, and Catherine was becoming more and more beautiful.

The band suddenly played a cheerful intro, and anyone could tell that the next song was a joyful and passionate song.

"Yeah! It's "Look! That Sailor Johnny!"." Catherine was suddenly pleasantly surprised. She happily pulled Anna up from the chair: "Dance! Anna! Dance to your heart's content! Dance until you can't move! This This song must be danced! It would be a shame not to dance! Come on!"

As soon as the prelude sounds, the man can invite the woman to dance.

The men who were watching the Navarre sisters eagerly came to invite the two ladies to dance.

Confident or reckless men rushed to invite Catherine, but most of them failed. Those who didn't come to invite Catherine felt that there were too many competitors... Miss Anna was also pretty good.

Catherine quickly chose a dance partner. Before leaving, she bit her ear and said to Anna: "Anna, sister, believe me, if any man writes you such a short letter, he definitely doesn't like you very much. I received His love letters are filled with several large pieces of paper and sprayed with perfume. It’s not worth worrying about a guy like this who dismisses you with just one sentence. There are many good young men out there! Come dance!”

Anna, who was already a little lost, was shaken by these words, and her whole body almost fell into a sluggish state.

She didn't know what she said or who she promised to, but she was dragged onto the dance floor by a man she didn't know.

The entire song "Look!" That sailor Johnny! "During this period, Anna, who was like a puppet, just subconsciously cooperated with the other party's movements, making frequent mistakes and stepping on her partner's feet many times.

After the song ended, Anna's dance partner politely sent her back to her seat, not minding that Anna stepped on him several times, and kindly invited Anna to dance again.

However, when he looked up and saw Anna's face, he found that Miss Navarre's face was full of tears and she was sobbing uncontrollably.

The dance partner was also a little panicked. He took out a handkerchief and handed it to Anna, but Anna did not accept it. She just buried her head in the fan, her shoulders could not stop shaking, and she was obviously still crying.

The dance partner felt a little confused and felt the pointing eyes of others behind him. He quickly left and left Anna alone in the corner of the hall.

Seeing that the atmosphere of the ball was already lively enough and it was time to enter the theme, Hailan City Councilor Meade walked onto the dance floor and tapped the cup in his hand with a spoon.

The crisp knocking sound spread throughout the hall, and the lively dance party fell silent for an instant. Everyone waited quietly for Senator Meade to speak.

"Hailan hasn't been this lively in a long time." Councilor Meade said with a smile.

Everyone clapped their hands and praised, and there was applause and warm cheers in the hall.

After Congressman Meade calmed down, he continued: "Watching the children dancing, it seems like I am back when I was young. We played more fiercely at that time."

There was another loud cheer, and someone shouted, "Mr. Meade, dance!"

"If you want me to dance, it must be the most beautiful female partner, but I still have to get down to business first." N.B. Meade cleared her throat and spoke loudly: "First of all, we have to thank the women here. Master, Mrs. Navarre! It was Mrs. Navarre who generously hosted this fundraising ball so that we could have the opportunity to reunite and let Hailan regain its vitality and vitality."

There was a burst of applause, and Mrs. Navarre smiled and nodded.

"The Taniriya Federation shamelessly attacked us. At this moment, our outstanding sons are fighting bravely on the islands to recover our blood debt. Young people are sacrificing for us, and we also hope to do our best to They do what they can.”

Meade paused, waving his arms contagiously and speaking: "So, at this moment, I am asking you to donate your jewelry. I am not asking you to make sacrifices, but am I asking for your jewelry? No. ! It is Venetta who is asking you to make sacrifices. This kind of sacrifice is insignificant compared to our warriors on the front line.

Earrings look so beautiful when worn on ladies’ earlobes! How beautiful the bracelet is on your smooth wrist! But these gold and gems can be exchanged for food, ammunition and medicine for the children. Many of the sons, husbands, and brothers here are fighting on the front lines. If we donate our jewelry, they can shed less blood. bring it on! Start with me! "

The last part of Senator Meade's speech was drowned out by a storm of applause and cheers.

The invitation card received by each guest stated that this was a dance to raise funds for the front line, and everyone came with preparations in advance.

The two servants held up a large silver tray. Mead took off his pure gold cuffs and medals and put them on the tray. He laughed and walked up to Madame Navarre to invite her to dance.

Mrs. Navarre smiled and took off her earrings, brooch, bracelet and necklace generously, put her hand on Senator Mead's hand, and walked onto the dance floor.

"Change a song!" Senator Mead shouted to the band: "'Daniela Kupol'!"

Upbeat, intense, bright and catchy, "Daniela Kupol" cascades from the instruments.

N.B. Meade clapped her hands twice, and began to follow the rhythm, twisting her steps and dancing the "Trepak Dance."

No one could have imagined that this old man who was almost sixty years old could really dance so well, and he could also dance the fierce and gorgeous Trepak dance.

But Mrs. Navarre, who was Mead's dance partner, danced even better than Mead.

Young people have never seen Mrs. Navarre's dancing skills, because Mrs. Navarre has never set foot on the dance floor since her husband's death.

Tonight, this pair of dancers wowed everyone.

Not only guests, the entrance to the hall was even crowded with the smiling faces of servants. There were male servants on one side and maids on the other. They all came to see Senator Mead and Mrs. Navarre dancing happily.

The gentlemen among the guests rushed to take off their rings, cufflinks, and medals and put them on the tray, and then walked up to the lady they liked to ask for a dance.

The invited woman smiled, took off her earrings, necklaces, bracelets, and hairpins and put them on the tray, and walked onto the dance floor with the man.

No woman would refuse an invitation in this atmosphere, and Catherine gladly accepted a man she had rejected before, while the others sighed.

Every time a donation dropped into the tray, it was met with cheers and cheers.

There were gradually more people on the dance floor, but no pair of dancers was as eye-catching as Mead and Madame Navarre.

Anna began to feel anxious and uneasy. When everyone's attention was focused on Meade, Anna quietly wiped away her tears.

Because she suddenly found that she only had one pair of earrings on her body. It was not because she had no jewelry, but because she was not in the mood to dress up today, so she just wore a pair of earrings.

But this is her home. She has played here since she was a child and knows every corner of this hall.

Seeing that no one had invited her yet, Anna quietly withdrew from the crowd, opened a secret door from the corner of the hall and left. She hurried back to her room to get some jewelry before going back.

But when she opened the closet, she saw the sword Winters had given her, a tacky gold-sheathed sword.

"If a man writes you such a short letter, he definitely doesn't like you very much."

Catherine's words echoed in Anna's mind like a devil's whisper.

Suddenly, Ana's tears flowed out uncontrollably.

Anna sobbed and picked up the golden sword: "Why do you do this to me? What you say is my father's relic is all fake! It's all lies! You never liked me at all!"

Anger and resentment filled her heart, and Anna threw the "golden sword" to the ground. The thought of taking revenge on that person scratched her heart uncontrollably. She picked up the "golden sword" and walked towards the banquet hall: "You give it to me, and I'll give it back to you. It's settled!"

Anna cried as she walked. The angrier she got, the sadder she cried. The music in the banquet hall became louder and louder, and the secret door was right in front of her. The moment she opened the door, Anna hesitated.

The first meeting at the dinner party, the quarrel when asking for a painting, the bickering and mulled wine in the guard loggia, learning the sword behind the Parliament Square, the past events appeared in front of her one by one, and the person's face began to become blurry.

She couldn't remember the person's facial features, but she remembered that person clearly, and at the same time she missed him extremely.

Anna huddled helplessly in the corner behind the secret door while holding the "golden sword", sobbing uncontrollably: "Bad thing... why are you doing this to me... where are you?"

So where is Winters Montagne now?

He was in the triangular fortress in front of the city gate, the Venetian stronghold closest to the city wall.

He carefully wiped the gun, polished the steel awl and sword to be extremely sharp, and finally checked the gunpowder again to make sure it was not damp or delaminate.

After doing all this, he still couldn't calm down and fall asleep.

Next to him, Major Moritz was sleeping soundly amidst the loud snoring of the big-headed soldier.

Winters really couldn't sleep, so he put on some clothes and got up and walked to the top of the triangular castle.

After continuous heightening operations, the triangular fortress has reached the upper limit of the height that the structure can support, which is the same height as the city wall.

Now you can stand on the top of the triangular fort and look straight at the city wall. If you go higher, you must increase the base area, otherwise the rammed earth will collapse.

But what is more interesting is that the defenders were not idle either. They also built wooden watchtowers at the city gate, raised the city walls, and blocked the view of the triangular fort.

The sentry on the top of the triangular fort saw Winters coming up and did not recognize the military uniform at first. After seeing Winters' face clearly, he hurriedly saluted.

Winters silently stared at the city wall in the darkness. There were two lights on it, which seemed to be the garrison sentries smoking.

"Tomorrow, this will all be over." He thought to himself.

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In addition, the description of the banquet in this chapter is not my original creation. These descriptions are all from "War and Peace" and "Gone with the Wind". Not exactly the same, some reworking.

Because I really don’t know what a dinner party was like a hundred years ago...but Tolstoy and Margaret Mitchell definitely know.

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