Sword of Daybreaker

The cold wind became colder and colder, and the flag that was rolled up was beaten on the metal flagpole, which brought out a thunderous sound. The soldiers in the fortress were quickly mobilized under the command of the emergency assembly and came to the city wall. In the fighting positions such as the sentry tower and the bunker, a knight wearing a dark blue short cloak held a long gun with a narrow-necked swallow-tailed flag, and yelled the password across the entire wall, making it more and more faint. Next, the runes between the knights of the knights crossed a stream on the wall.

Maryland took back the sight of the city wall and turned to the adjutant who had followed him for many years: "Payne, how long will those Tifeng people arrive in the highlands of Paramel?"

"In two hours," the adjutant immediately replied, "If the rain did not come up before then."

"Two hours..." Maryland frowned. "Do the scouts see the specific flag and scale of the Knights?"

"Because the clouds and the enemy's gryphon knights interfere, the vision is very poor, and there is no way to judge how many people there are, but you can be sure that it is not the Iron River Knights or the Black Steel Knights."

"Not the Iron River Knights and the Black Steel Knights?" Maryland stunned, and his face suddenly appeared to think.

The adjutant showed some incomprehensible expression: "Yes, what did the general think of you?"

"...There is also the last trace of caution on the opposite side. The regular troops of the Winter Wolf Legion are sent out... Perhaps this will be our chance." Maryland glanced at the sky outside, looking serious and thinking fast.

"They should want to first check the position with the regular Knights. The Iron River Knights or the Black Steel Knights are on standby in the plains... The two Knights have a regiment-level assault tactics, once they accumulate enough on the plains. The power of the city can destroy the shield at the city level in a short time... The shield of the long wind fortress may be blocked, but it should be very difficult.

"If the enemy's commander judges that there are not enough soldiers on our defense line, it should be quickly determined that the Changfeng Fortress does not have enough defenders. By that time, the Iron River Knights will launch the charge, even if it is impossible. The large shield that destroyed the long wind fortress is enough to hit us. More importantly, they will enter the close range of the Changfeng Fortress after this, and the Iron Throne can't provide bombardment support.

"This is very cautious, the tactics are not the slightest problem, but it will produce a very dead time difference...

"Where is the Iron Throne - Zero now?!"

The adjutant thought about it: "The last communication was entering the Karon Valley."

"Can they speed up?"

The adjutant frowned. "This may put a heavy burden on the power ridge... after that it should require some degree of adjustment and maintenance."

"It doesn't matter. After a while, it can safely stop at the Parammer Heights. Instead of leading a fierce **** across the plain as it was last time, the magician has time to fix it slowly. "Maryland quickly said, "Send a letter to General Philip, ask him to speed up some speed... As long as the Iron Throne can arrive in time, Tifeng people will not be afraid."

"Yes, general!" The adjutant screamed.

Maryland took a deep breath, and the cold wind that fell in the autumn passed through the window and into the room. In this humid, muddy atmosphere, he whispered to himself: "It's raining..."

The rain seems to be coming down, but it seems to be still entangled in the clouds. The deep black armored front of the Iron Throne opens the humid air, crossing the border line of the last province in the east, the trees on both sides of the track and The stone quickly retreated outside the window, and with the arrival of the cold wind, there was an emergency communication from the Changfeng Fortress.

"The Tifeng people have begun to march and the Changfeng Fortress is in critical condition."

Philip strode to the center console of the Iron Throne and asked the technical sergeant who was manipulating the main power ridge: "Can the speed be improved?"

"It's already the fastest, general," the technical sergeant replied loudly. "The power ridge is full and all repulsion units have been activated."

"We need to hurry a little faster," Philip said in a deep voice. "I authorize you to overload the main power ridge. In addition, transfer all the energy of the shield to the propulsion unit."

A turning point is approaching, and Philip is faintly aware of its appearance.

This turning point is the one of the Tifeng people's regiment-level assaults and the Iron Throne shelling that can reach the front line first.

In this era, in the conventional fortress attack and defense war, the war is long and slow. A traditional army often needs years of siege to determine the survival of a fortress. This is in almost all aristocratic wars within the old Ansu Kingdom. It’s the norm, but the veterans who stayed in the fortress in the east reminded that the Extraordinary Legion of Tifeng had changed this rules of war.

The Tifeng people regard the extraordinary as a professional soldier. Even from the age of six, they have cultivated children with basic talents. These mass-produced extraordinary people have poor talents. In the eyes of traditional wizards, they may not even be an apprentice. But the Tifeng people put them together, let them master one or two of them in a dozen years, and finally trained a special Extraordinary Legion. The soldiers may only know one skill, only the Knights charge or a lightning bolt. Arrows, but they gathered together in tens of thousands, and they created a terrible force called "the corps-level spell."

After abandoning the “pride” of the extraordinary and the old-fashioned “orthodox school”, these professional soldiers or war mage who were born for the war can play as much as the power of the Cecil’s Guilds on the battlefield. Their large army is assembled, and once they have accumulated strength, they can decide the victory and defeat of a fortress attack and defense in a short time.

The key reforms of the Tifeng people have been carried out for more than ten years. In view of the growth cycle of the extraordinary production, several ace Knights and Masters have not completed the final formation until recently. In the first contact a few years ago, the Dongjing Corps at that time almost ate a big loss. If it wasn’t for Tifeng’s mastery of the Legion-level spells, the Duke of Silas Allen’s response was timely. I am afraid that the Changfeng Fortress has already fallen.

But the Ansu Kingdom at that time was still indulging in singing and dancing. In the false illusion of peace, they fell behind a whole era. The crisis in the east did not wake them up. The guns in the south did not wake them up.

Now that the Tifeng people have regrouped their Extraordinary Legion, the shortcomings and defects exposed in the past should have been remedied, but the former Ansu Kingdom has also been reborn as a regent, but as long as it is tender, but as long as Time can't catch up, the windy fortress will stand up.

If the Longwind Fortress first loses its combat power under the Titan's corps-level spells, then the Iron Throne cannot support it alone even if it arrives at the Parammer Heights. If the Iron Throne first arrives at the shelling position, then it is not ready. The Fengchaofan Legion will be hit hard.

The two countries have been entangled for so long, and the turning point has been compressed for the next few hours.

The technical sergeant reached out to a hidden organ under the console. After turning the key, a piece of the original locked cover on the console bounced.

A striking red button appears in the groove under the cover, and there are only a few words on the button: full system overload.

The red button was slammed hard, and after a very short delay, the whole train was instantly shaken, all the mechanical devices made a low squat, and the hum of all the magic units became loud and screaming.

The armor plates on the lower sides of the iron throne open a gap under the mechanical structure. The dim red light emerges in the gap. The heat generated by the power ridge overload distort the air near the train and the reserve water for emergency cooling. Injected into the groove between the power ridge and the mechanical device, a lot of hot air whizzed out of the track, and the iron king-zero huge body accelerated again in the steam, rushing to the east border...

The wind became bigger, and the cold and cold air rolled up the swallowtail flag in the hands of the pilot. Even if the breeze shield or the protective effect of the breath blocked the surrounding cold wind, the wind whistling around the ear was still enough to make people feel upset. .

Andersa looked up at the sky and looked at the Paramel Heights, already in sight, silently leading the team forward.

A very slight sound came from the helmet, accompanied by some kind of gentle "knocking."

Andersa reached out and watched a drop of water on the surface of the armor, her face and eyes were instantly gloomy.

"It’s raining, general."

The adjutant on the side whispered.

"I saw……"

Andersa said dullly, more and more raindrops joined the rain line and became dense in her sight.

The gods seem to be standing on the side of the Cecil.

But Andersa just raised his sword with no expression and waved forward: "Go ahead!"

Rain will slow down the speed of the Knights, even if they are elite, even if the extraordinary can ignore the weather, this "slowness" exists, the difference is only the degree.

The First Knights of the Winter Wolf Legion marched silently in the rain, and all the soldiers faithfully executed orders from the commanders. The gryphon knights hovering in the air lowered the altitude and provided the ground forces with effective vision and warning as much as possible, but As the rain became bigger and bigger, the surrounding light became darker, and the sky began to brew lightning in the thick clouds. The heights of the gryphon knights fell and fell, and in the end it was almost hovering around the top of the knights.

This trek lasted for a while, and when Andessa had begun to suspect that the Cecils did not exist, she suddenly heard the gryphon in the air making a loud and penetrating tweet.

There was a flash of light on the high ground in the distance.

"defense!"

Andersa shouted for the first time, and almost at the same time, all the knights pulled out their swords in front of them, the magic stirred, and the light white halo spread out, and instantly formed a cloud over the team. After a moment of delay in the shield, a weapon that is difficult to capture with the naked eye falls on the shield.

A loud bang, the Cecil's weapon created a powerful explosion, some knights stunned a bit, but the layer of solid shield did not move.

Andersa clenched his sword, his body agitation, and he was ready to lead the army-level spells to deal with the enemy, but the constant bombardment as mentioned in the intelligence did not come.

"Maintain the defensive posture and move on!"

The Knights held the sword in their hands and continued to move silently under the command of the commander. After a while, the attack with the whistling and whistling came again.

This time, Andersa and her soldiers have not wavered in the slightest, and the young wolf generals even have a burst of joy.

She is gambling!

The speed of the Knights gradually began to accelerate, and after the third attack, there was no more movement on the Cecil's position.

Andersa took the lead and led the entire team to cross the last distance between the target positions at the speed of the trot. With the screams of the horses, the flat and reinforced land appeared in her field of vision. .

The Cecils in the original position had all been evacuated, leaving only an empty platform, and a lot of grotesque things that could not be withdrawn and grotesque things covered with crepe.

"This position is fake!" the adjutant shouted. "General, you are right!"

The knights looked at each other and followed the noise. Someone began to scream Andeza’s name with admiration and respect, and was ready to accept the Cecil’s position and the evacuation of the material opponents who had not had time to withdraw. The rumors of the heavy magical armor cannot be taken away, and what they left here will be a valuable source of intelligence for the Titan Empire.

But Andesa suddenly raised his hand and shouted out the actions of his men: "Don't get close!"

After drinking the squat, the female knight turned over and swayed the sword in her hand, then suddenly raised the sword and swung forward.

The surface of the long sword floats with a dazzling glow, waving into a powerful shock wave, sweeping through a stack of debris in the distance.

The deafening explosion immediately centered on those debris and erupted along the surrounding trenches and crepe coverings.

Andersa didn't know how many tricks the Cecil's magical gear had and how many models it had.

But be wary of the magic trap on the battlefield is the quality that every soldier must possess.

The bodyguards launched by Andessa and the adjutant blocked a few scattered fragments of the explosion. The nearby knights took a half step back. Some people showed a shy look. Andersa just looked at them and shook his head: Never underestimate the enemy, even if you taunt them every time you drink and brag."

After saying this, she smashed her sword and nodded to the army mage next to her: "Sign the Iron River Knights to the end of the farce made by Cecil."