Release that Witch

"There are still three days," the nightingale suddenly said.

"Well, there are still three days." Roland nodded. At the current marching speed, the first army could reach the preset offensive position three days later. There was a raised hillside, and the **** was just facing the outpost, not only the view. It is also very suitable for setting up fortifications.

Once they are allowed to stand firm, the devil will find it difficult to shake the gun defense.

However, in the next few days, the pressure on the head of the sniper squad will also increase.

The premise that they promise to be silent is that God does not know, and the ghosts unconsciously cut off the enemy's perception. On the vast plains, if there is no ability to transmit messages in real time, it is almost impossible to accurately grasp the position of the attackers. Possible things.

But as the number of patrols increases, the devil has the advantage of using a quantitative advantage in exchange for real-time news. Just witnessing the moment when the losers are shot down, the search circle will be greatly reduced, and they will become risky when they want to shoot again. Things.

The best result is that the enemy noticed the existence of the sniper squad and could not lock the specific position, while the latter closed the hand in time and turned around to join the first army, which could involve the devil's flying troops and win the main force. Enough time.

It’s just that all of this requires their own judgment.

Early or late will make this attack full of variables.

"You should believe them," the nightingale seemed to see Roland's fears. "The Taqila witch's judgment of risk should not be worse. The magical ark can avoid most of the pursuit, even if it encounters the squad devil. It’s not easy to want to leave them."

"That is also true," Roland patted his cheek, and in the end there was no shortage of strength in the winter city, so that he needed to take this risk. The speed of walking severely restricts the limits of the First Army. If it can be equipped with wheeled vehicles, it is possible to launch a slamming battle on the Great Plains. Even if the army is going down at the bottom of the eye of the beast, the enemy is too late. prevent.

He should pay more attention to the work at hand than the meaningless worry.

"Right, Wendy should have mastered the basic principles of flight?"

"Probably," the nightingale smiled and threw a piece of dried fish in his mouth. "Last night she fell asleep and still said a dream, saying that the runway was empty and the green light was fully open."

"That's good," Roland looked out of the window. "The weather seems to be pretty good today. It seems that the next step can be tested."

"Oh? Are you going to officially test the real thing of that thing..." The night glowed.

"Why, are you interested in it?"

“Nobody will not be interested!” she exclaimed. “Without the wings, you can fly to the sky. It’s more free than a hot air balloon. Anyone can control it. It sounds almost the same as a miracle. If it succeeds, you know. What do the people think about you? I am afraid that the gods will not be able to shake your prestige."

When I said this, the look of the nightingale was even more shining than the chaotic drink, just as if the person who won the admiration was her.

Roland couldn't help but laugh. "Now it's just at the stage of exploration. There is still a long way to go to achieve the step you said."

At least the steam engine can't meet its needs, he needs a more powerful source of power.

"But it will be realized, right?" The nightingale walked back to the door and smiled back.

"Well," Roland said without hesitation. "It will."

......

One kilometer east of the shoal harbor.

The beachhead, which is out of the water, sinks into the sea here, leaving only a section of stone that continues to extend to the southeast. It is this long stone ridge that forms the outline of the southern part of the entire Grey Fortress.

For the inland people living in the West, the border is just a part of the hilly landform. When you climb the gently rising slope, you can see the vast vortex sea; but for the sea traders, this is a The insurmountable barrier, the average height difference between the sea surface and the stone ridge is more than fifteen meters. Not to mention that it is impossible to load and unload the goods, it is dangerous to approach the dock. Therefore, before the shoal was opened, one third of the borders of the West clearly bound the sea, but there was no port of the sea.

It can be said that the overall economic level of the western part of the Kingdom is not as good as that of the eastern and southern regions. The main reason is the lack of damage caused by the evil moon.

However, such terrain is now an excellent test flight.

When Roland and his entourage arrived here, the defending troops stationed in the Winterless City had sealed the surrounding area for one kilometer.

At the end of the cement-cast runway, three identical test prototypes were being pushed onto the lift by soldiers.

"Hey! Is this what you are talking about," said Thunder, squinting at his chin. "It’s true that the shape is reminiscent of seabirds, but it’s a bit thinner than the steam engines that are so powerful. ""

As the most reliable overseas ally, the fjord's outstanding explorer Thunder, as well as the businesswoman Margaret, are naturally invited to observe Roland. For the evaluation of the former, Roland was not surprised. After making a mysterious smile, he looked at Margaret. "What do you think?"

"Back," the latter said bluntly. "To be honest, it is too different from your previous creation. If it wasn't for your personal invitation, I would have thought it would be a strange thing to lie in your nephew." ”

“Singularity?” Roland asked curiously. “What organization is that?”

“A group of guilds between the craftsmen and the explorers,” Margaret explained. “They are not willing to be flattered by craftsmen, but they dare not join the sea of ​​anger, so they put their energy into it. Putting on all sorts of weird inventions. Two years ago, someone made something similar to the wooden wings that were supposed to let the wearer fly."

"Wood... wings?"

"It's similar to yours, but it's just a lot smaller, almost one person is longer."

"Have he flew up?" Wendy couldn't help but ask.

"No," Margaret shook his head. "He put his wings on him and jumped off a tower. His wings quickly turned over and fell like a stone. He fell to the ground and died."

Wendy couldn't help but swallow.

"And before that person, he claimed that he had succeeded several times and also attracted the attention of several big chambers of commerce. Therefore, this scam not only made him a joke, but also made the strange things not so good. Fame has gotten worse."

When Roland heard this, he couldn't help but give birth to a hint of emotion. He used wood to make wings. Obviously, he realized that the greatest possible lift is the key to flying. Only with a hard frame can he support enough force to reach this step. Freed from the simple imitation of the birds, the prototype of the fixed wing was born.

It can be said that the other party has been regarded as a pioneer in the exploration of the sky, at least much more than the brain holes that have appeared in history such as artificial wings, umbrella flying, and cloak flying.

I am afraid that the success is not a nonsense, but a close-range gliding experiment at a low altitude, but the wind is much higher at high altitudes, and the lack of operating surface of the wings is an unexpected event.

It is a pity that the fjord advocates explorers who can bring living space to the islanders. It is difficult for people who dare not go out to sea to get a fair evaluation.

"He can't be a liar," Roland said slowly. "It takes a lot of money to get rid of the **** of the earth and embrace the sky. If I don't have the help of a witch, I am afraid it will be inevitable. If that person has a name, then Let's record the matter."

Margaret groaned and then lifted the skirt. "If you wish, kneel down."

Roland turned his attention to the "glider type" that was finally prepared before the test flight. Compared with steam trains and steel ships, it really looks so thin that it can't even be called a complete aircraft.

There is no cabin, and the skeleton is exposed to the outside. Except for the long wings, the rest of the skin is omitted. In order to facilitate the escape, the seat is installed directly between the wings, which seems to be simpler than the model.

Unlike all the previous machines, Roland is a blank in the field of flight, and just knowing the principle is that there is no way to make a real aircraft.

So the first thing to do is to write a copy of the Flight Manual.

These seemingly simplistic test prototypes already contain the basic control elements needed for an aircraft.

It is like a newborn hairless chick.

It is the starting point for humans to fly.