Sword of Daybreaker

The direct commander of the First Army and the supreme commander of the Imperial Army. He has personally experienced a series of large battlefields such as the Southern Border War, the Crystal Cluster War, and the Battle of the Hunting God. He is considered to be the youngest outstanding general in the north of the mainland in the past 100 years. Philip, a little-known in the backcountry, has now become one of the most popular figures in the empire.

But he is still active in the "front line" of the empire-whether the opposite is a massed aristocratic army or a twisted and frenzied monster, a mad god, or a corrupting unknown wasteland.

Compared with a few years ago, Philip, who is now over 30, looks calm and introverted. The increase in experience and the rise of status make him no longer like when he first walked out of Cecil's collar. His mind is simple, he is no longer just the same passionate and rigid knightly dogma as before, but when he sees these "civilized territory" far away from comfort and comfort, and the "propelling corps" that is hardly built on the edge of the wasteland, he will still reveal A sincere smile as always, and no words of praise: "Mr. Gordon, you have done a great job-neither the empire nor the people will forget this feat."

"You're too good, General," the great architect Gordon had a smile on his face, and the wind blowing from the wasteland was filtered by the fortress barrier, blowing his negligent and messy hair." And our work has not yet been completely completed-repairing the propulsion base to the foot of the magnificent wall and gaining a foothold here is only the first step. The next step is to actually cross that barrier and take root in the wasteland. That is the real challenge."

Philip nodded slightly, and then looked in the direction of the base: "Let's talk as we walk."

The group walked towards the exit of the armed platform, leaving the magnificent armored train "General Winter" behind them, continuing to be overhauled by the technical sergeants. When they were about to walk down the stairs, Gordon couldn't help but look back at it again. The huge armored train glanced at it, and the admiration couldn't be concealed in his eyes: "What a beautiful big guy... This is the first time I have seen an armored train at such a close distance."

"This is for this counterattack wasteland operation," the young silver-haired man behind Philip nodded, "and it is only the first train. After the second railway is opened, there will be a second train. Armored trains and three light armored trains of'Iron Scepter' arrived here one after another-these big guys that can carry and fight are important support for us to advance in the wasteland."

"Yes, we have received the corresponding construction tasks here, and Bruce and I are personally supervising these things together," Gordon nodded, and said as he walked toward the main road leading to the base, "Everything is going well so far. ."

"It looks like we are doing well here," Philip nodded in satisfaction, then paused and said again, "Typhon's propulsion base has also been built at the foot of the magnificent wall. Have you heard of them recently? "

"Yes, General," Gordon said immediately. "According to our joint operation agreement, the Typhonians sent a messenger here on the day they advanced to the magnificent wall-it was the'General Wolf' who personally sent it. People. Now we are setting up a relay site on the hill on the east side, hoping to enable remote communication between the two fortresses as soon as possible..."

"Andersa Wendell..." Hearing the name "General Wolf", Philip showed a thoughtful and emotional expression, "I heard that Typhon's border defense arrangement is being adjusted to match. This time we counterattacked the wasteland, but she didn't expect her to come here in person...Now we are allied forces watching and helping each other, and we can only say that things are unpredictable.

"...Are you worried that the disparity between the two countries in the past will affect the cooperation between the ‘General Wolf’ and us?" Gordon asked curiously, "I heard that she lost an eye in the previous war..."

"No, I'm not worried about this. Although she was once our strong enemy, she will become our reliable ally when the national interests demand it," Philip shook his head. He knew some inside stories and had personal contact. After passing that "little wolf", she can naturally make a more accurate judgment, "She is a respectable soldier."

There is still a word in his heart that he didn't say: The "gap" between Andessa and Cecil (or the old Anzu), let alone worry, the old misunderstanding has long been resolved, and her father is still in the Plains of Thorin. I’m living a comfortable day in the research institute where I clock in and go to get off work until the end of the day and my colleagues are grabbing meals in the cafeteria...

He shook his head and threw the unimportant things out of his mind. Then he asked with a slightly serious expression: "You mentioned the relay site just now... What kind of design is the communication system between us and other camps? Between Fengren’s camps, it also includes the satellite strongholds and remote outposts we set up around ourselves."

Gordon thought for a while, and replied with a serious face: "Or according to the previous mature plan, the wireless communication between Monet terminals is used directly when the distance is relatively close, and the information of the magnificent wall itself is used when the distance is far. Retransmission by chain—The specific method is to build a relay station, use the relay station to send the signal to the sentry tower, and then transmit the signal to another remote relay station through the communication channel between the sentry towers. This can save nearly half of the cost , And the silver spirit’s technology is mature and reliable. The radiation power of those ancient towers is enough for us to call directly to the Typhon’s propulsion base here."

Philip listened carefully, but his expression slowly became more serious, which made Gordon on the side feel a little nervous.

"General, what's wrong with this?" The great architect finally couldn't help but ask as he watched Philip's face change.

"For technical matters, I believe in the judgments of you and communication experts, but as a soldier, I always have some extra worries," Philip said slowly as he thought, "I have seen an out of control army of crystal clusters on the Plains of the Holy Spirit. I have seen uncontrolled troops and hijacked communications on the front lines of Winterhold. Experience tells me that many things in this world are not so reliable, especially things that are ancient and mysterious like the magnificent wall...not to mention It still cannot be completely controlled by us."

Gordon's expression gradually became serious: "You mean..."

"There was a problem with the magnificent wall. At that time, a lot of distortions came in. You also experienced that period. You should remember this clearly. Later, we worked with many countries to repair it again, but to be honest, That’s just fixing the loopholes and strengthening the walls, but the'causes' that caused the problems with the high walls have not been completely resolved. You also know this," Philip looked into Gordon’s eyes, "Great architect, Have you ever wondered what to do if there is a problem with that wall?"

Gordon shook his heart.

"In addition to the communication channel based on the magnificent wall, we also need to establish a backup channel... at least one backup channel," the great architect who had experienced the repair of the magnificent wall, said while thinking. "This needs more There are many relay stations and mobile communication stations, especially between our bases and the Typhons...maybe one or two additional military stations are needed to ensure channel security..."

"There is no need to worry about the cost," Philip said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty has given us enough authority to do this."

Gordon lowered his head: "Yes, General."

Philip nodded, and then turned to look at the silver-haired young man behind him: "Fendier, you are the commander of the communications unit. Starting today, you will lead your soldiers to follow the communications experts here to get acquainted with this as soon as possible. The system—including those relay stations in the wild. Doing this in a wasteland environment is different from what you do in the Imperial Academy. I hope you can understand this as soon as possible."

The young northern heir straightened his chest and shouted meticulously: "Yes, General Philip!"

…

Andesa Wendell withdrew her gaze to the ancient tower in the distance.

The majestic wall The majestic energy barrier is like a waterfall filled with shimmering light, towering high in the southwest of this advancing base. No matter which direction you look at from the base, the shock it brings will not weaken even a little bit.

Sometimes it’s hard to imagine... The Silver Empire 700 years ago could have built such a magnificent miracle, and this magnificent miracle reminds everyone who has witnessed it, and reminds them of the waste in the barrier. How dangerous the soil is.

Andesa sighed softly and condensed those sighs about ancient history. She left the window of the command room and returned to her tactical table, scanning the maps and some documents waiting to be confirmed.

Although this propulsion base constructed day and night by thousands of engineering wizards has established a firm foothold on the edge of this wasteland, it is only for the grand counterattack plan led by Typhon, Cecil, and Silver. It is just the beginning. More troops will be assembled in these bases in the future, and more materials will be transported from the country to the front line. Engineering troops will cross the energy barrier. After a lapse of seven hundred years, there will be more troops there. The piece of wasteland reignites the lights of civilization—and in order to achieve these inspiring goals, she still has a lot of work to do.

Andesa sat down in her chair, and at this moment, a regular knock on the door suddenly came. After getting permission, the door was opened and a shorter female adjutant stepped in. .

Her complexion is dark, with the characteristics of a minority ethnic group in the southern part of the empire, her silver-white hair is draped behind her shoulders, her eyes are calm and introverted, and her slightly golden pupils show that it originated from a certain night elf ancestor. Bloodline.

This is Andessa’s new lieutenant, the subordinates she personally selected after she returned to the military and political system—after the hunting **** battle that changed the fate of everyone, countless old faces disappeared, and countless new faces appeared. This mixed race from the south of the empire is one of such new faces.

"Corlea," the young wolf general glanced at his new adjutant and nodded slightly, "it seems that the messengers who had been sent to Cecil's base have returned."

"Yes, I just finished handing over with them," the silver-haired woman named Kolea nodded, her voice low and gentle, and at the same time she took a step forward and placed a small yellow flower frozen in ice crystals on Ender On Sha’s desk, "This is for you."

"...The flower? Where did you get it?" Andesa looked at the small flower in the ice crystal in surprise. It still kept the appearance that was just picked, and its charming posture was incompatible with the landscape of the wasteland outside the base. Obviously it was impossible to get it from the nearby wilderness, which made her frown quickly, "Could it be that some stupid and short-sighted material officer transported it from the rear? If it is, that person can be arrested-we are here. It's only been two days to stand firm here!"

"Of course not," Kolea shook her head. "This was picked up by the returning messengers—taken from near the Cecil's base."

Andesa became more surprised when she heard this: "Near Cecil's base? Their base...isn't it also in the wasteland radiation zone? How could there be..."

"The messenger was also surprised by this. They said that there was a lush vegetation growing on the edge of the Cecil's base. It was like a miracle—the Cecil explained that this was because of the underground biomass pipelines and nutrient grids. Is having an impact, but we have no way of knowing the specific details."

"...Is the'mysterious technology' of the Cecilians again...well, I should get used to it, after all, they even have a giant tree that can cover the city," Andesa rubbed her forehead, but her eyes fell on again. On the little flower in the ice crystal, a smile emerged from the corner of her mouth, "Then put it here, it's beautiful. Thank you messengers for me."

The adjutant nodded and led the order, and Andesa asked casually after a brief thought: "Is there any new news coming from Winter Wolf Castle?"

"Master Pei Dinan has news that Winter Wolf Castle is all right, so you don't need to worry about it."

"Is everything okay with grandfather..." Andesa muttered softly, but she couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

The elderly grandfather returned to the border fortress where he had served for half his life. The Border Knights, which was temporarily reorganized from several disabled regiments, successfully took over the defense of Winter Wolf Castle under his grandfather’s wrist, and she led the organization. The complete Winter Wolf Legion was dispatched to the front line facing the wasteland, and together with the Cecils and the silver elves, they prepared a plan to counterattack the wasteland.

Behind all seemingly smooth and reasonable scheduling is the embarrassing reality of the empire's vitality after the war. Although everything is improving now, the economy and people's livelihood are also rapidly recovering or even growing with the launch of the circum-continental route, but there are some things But there is no way to "speed up"-experienced and capable generals can't grow out of the ground overnight.

The old man who retreated to the second line was also pulled out of the house to command the Border Corps...

Andesa suddenly shook her head vigorously, tossing aside the slightly negative sighs in her mind.

The situation will get better after all, and the temporary difficulties should not affect her state here.

…

When the generals at the foot of the magnificent wall were actively preparing for the plan to counterattack the wasteland, Gawain and Amber finally left the continent of Tarrond, which was shrouded by the polar night, and returned to Loren, a long absence.

They did not return to Cecil City, but went directly to the Contracting Fort where the "gate" project was located.

The castle named "Contracting" stands high in the center of the plain, but the wasteland around the castle has undergone earth-shaking changes with the efforts of a large number of engineering teams. Three high energy towers, distributed in a zigzag shape, stand around the castle, soaring to the sky. The blue flames that rise can almost burn to the clouds in the sky. From a high altitude, you can see a series of neatly planned roads, pipe networks and power rails among the facilities. The entire area is like a mosaic on the ground. The large-scale engineering components with complex and mysterious structures, even the dragon from Tarrond, can't help but sigh when they see this scene.

"You really made a terrible move..." Melita Pernia walked through the clouds and couldn't help sighing after seeing the sight of the fortress area.