Chapter 692 Turning Point

The sky was overcast, and the wind with the smell of moist soil was blowing from the direction of the mountains on the north side. The withered and yellow leaves and grass flakes were rolled up by the wind and swirled against the clean windows of the train. Philip stood Inside the tactical command post of the Iron Throne, staring at the wasteland and woods that were receding from the car window, his eyes were calm.

Time will make a person mature, especially when this time is spent on the battlefield, even the youngest person will become a calm warrior. The once young and vigorous knight Cecil has now become the highest in the imperial army. Commander, a steady and reliable temperament has become the biggest gain for this young man today. He stood there quietly, and compared with four years ago, he seemed a lot more reserved.

The technicians were busy in front of the console of the Iron Throne, while controlling the operation of this huge war machine, while maintaining smooth contact with the front line and the rear, a technical sergeant copied from a nearby device. Some data came next to Philip: "General, there is a report from the leading engineering train that the track is closed, the temporary stop is ready, and the Iron Throne can move forward at full speed."

Philip nodded: "Full speed ahead - is there any new situation at Changfeng Fortress?"

"The Typhons did not move, and the General Maryland continued to be on alert."

Philip hummed and said nothing more.

He did not expect that the Maryland knight, who used to charge the magic warship with a traditional chivalrous spirit in the Rock Fortress, would use a series of unexpected tactics to frighten the Typhonians on the border. The old-fashioned knight like a stone has finally learned to be clever in the face of the earth-shaking era - although he has not yet mastered the details of the series of actions of Changfeng Fortress, but from the information sent back so far, it is not difficult for him to guess that. What a Maryland general did.

But after all, such a method cannot keep the border for a long time. If you really want to stop the Typhons, you still have to rely on a "mobile fortress" like the Iron Throne.

As the supreme commander of the army, Philip is currently instructed to personally lead a team to take the restored Iron Throne to Changfeng Fortress, and now the journey is over halfway.

At the speed of this train, coupled with the currently open railway line, it won't take long to reach the destination.

The sky in the distance is more gloomy, the direction of the cloud cover is on the eastern border, and a predictable heavy rain is brewing. According to the calculations of the Druids, the rainfall range should cover the entire Changfeng line of defense.

But this has no effect on the Iron Throne - as a cutting-edge mobile fortress, this armored train doesn't care about most of the wind and rain on land.

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The cold wind blows on the outer walls of the high towers of Winter Wolf Castle,

With black flags hunting and flying, the knights on duty dutifully stood on guard. Many people couldn't help but look in the direction of Changfeng Fortress, but all their sights could only stop at the sight.

The contraction order from the imperial capital has been issued for several days, and the imperial knights and magicians have been ordered to stay in the station on the east side of Winter Wolf Castle. Although the confrontation atmosphere is still very tense, the experienced veterans have already judged the situation. : This battle, I'm afraid it won't start.

On the outer wall of the sentry tower, a sentinel mage canceled the eagle eye technique, soothing the slightly tired spirit due to the long-term monitoring, and another sentry mage took over in a timely manner, and the rune of the eagle eye technique once again appeared on the sentry tower. In the air above, the removed mage rubbed his eyes and muttered a little sullenly: "Okay, the legion-level crystal array has been delivered, and they won't fight..."

"This is an order, and the officers have their own considerations," the recharged War Mage next to him opened his eyes and said expressionlessly, "and didn't you see those positions? The Cecilians are obviously ready-- - They dug a bunch of holes, do you still want to jump in?"

"...Hey...the things considered above, don't think about us soldiers," Sentinel Mage shook his head, a gust of cold wind blew, and he couldn't help shrinking his neck again, "He... It's really autumn, and it's getting colder."

"Yeah...autumn is here," the Battle Mage got up and snapped his fingers, summoning a shield of breeze over the top of the watchtower, then looked down at the direction of the castle's main building, "if General Andersa orders a retreat before the end of the month , we can still make it home in time for the Anling Day."

A fallen leaf streaked across the sight of the sentries, fluttering in the wind, and fell into the inner wall of the fortress, landing on the windowsill of the fortress commander.

Andersa's long gray hair was blown by the autumn wind. The young general wolf raised his hand and stroked the gray hair on his face. There was a trace of unwillingness and gloom in the eyes exposed in the hair.

The adjutant stood in front of her, lowered his head and reminded: "General, Your Majesty's order has been issued for several days, and the Knights of the Iron River cannot stay on the defense line of Winter Wolf fortress - you should at least order them to return to the camp in the east. , otherwise the domestic aristocratic parliament will probably accuse you of this issue..."

"The guys in the council will never know how tense the situation is at the border," Andersa stood up irritably, interrupting the adjutant, "and I still feel like there's something wrong...it's all too natural, one ring. There is no problem logically, but my intuition is warning me..."

As a Legion Commander, Andersa knew she shouldn't use "gut feeling" to explain things - not a big deal if she was an astrologer or a psychic, but she's an extraordinary Knight, what she needs to maintain most is reason and prudence. However, since those Cecils have added troops to the defense line, since the border has fallen into a state of confrontation and pressure, the increasingly serious irritability is affecting her mood. Now the imperial capital has received the order to shrink the defense line and the Iron River Knights to withdraw. That kind of warning from intuition makes her even more restless.

It was as if a voice was constantly telling herself that she was missing a crucial point that could change history.

The adjutant looked at his superior and showed a different state than usual. After a moment of silence and consideration, the always calm knight said: "General, maybe you need to take a look at the recent record of the increase in troops and the records of Changfeng Fortress. How are their positions laid?"

Andersa was silent for a moment, then nodded suddenly: "Bring me the records - there are also the purchase records of the Cecil caravans in several trading towns in the recent period."

"Yes, will..." The adjutant nodded, but just halfway through his words, there were hurried footsteps and a few noises outside the door, and a slightly sharp voice shouted in the corridor : "I want to see General Andersa! Extremely urgent! Extremely urgent!"

"Who?" Andersa raised her head and said loudly, "Let him in."

The door was opened by the guards, and a middle-aged man wearing a short bachelor robe, holding a handful of papers in his hand, and wearing an imperial emblem stumbled in. He seemed to have some conflicts with the soldiers when he forced his way in. , looked a little embarrassed, but he still had a loud voice when he waved the papers in front of Andersa: "General! There is a problem with the Cecil's defense line! We may have been fooled!"

Andersa recognized that this was a member of the advisors and scholars of Winter Wolf Castle after careful identification. After the army was restructured, Emperor Rosetta set up a special group of "advisory scholars" in the army. These are reminiscent of Those who come to the Royal Advisory Group are usually battle mages or priests who have both battlefield experience and knowledge. They are better at thinking than ordinary soldiers and generals, and more familiar with the battlefield than pure civilians. They use their own experience and strategy to analyze various Intelligence, providing advice to the Supreme Commander of the army in the form of reference and advice, is a very important person in the modern Typhon Legion.

Some old-fashioned knight commanders don't like these advisors who are always chattering to them, but Andersa has always attached great importance to the opinions of advisors and scholars. She even considered several improvement plans for the advisors and scholars, and submitted them to His Majesty the Emperor. These advisers can play a more active role in the military. Seeing a consultant scholar come to her in such a hurry at this moment, her expression immediately became serious: "Sir, what happened?"

"General, there is something wrong with the Cecil's defense line, they... ahem, they may be delaying time," the middle-aged man immediately came to Andersa after getting the agreement, and spread the paper in his hand on the table ——It turned out to be a list, "Look, these are their troop increase records, these are their positional increases, these are their supplies-we have collected and speculated through intelligence means. Material circulation data, look at these numbers!"

"It looks normal," Andersa took a closer look and frowned, "But... I think there's something wrong."

"Of course not! There's nothing wrong with these numbers themselves, but there's something wrong with their changes!" the middle-aged man exclaimed, "It's too smooth, the changes are too regular, if the increase of soldiers and the circulation of materials are drawn a line, then this The two lines are almost straight, and especially in terms of materials - the information in this area is the most difficult to collect, and the most difficult information to collect is impossible to be accurate. If it is accurate and shows regularity, it must be fake, yes The opponent deliberately showed us!"

A bright light flashed through her mind, and Andersa finally knew where her faint unease came from.

"So stupid... I'm so stupid..."

The young general wolf muttered in a low voice, but suddenly recalled the words his father once said to him:

The most cunning enemy is not to hide his secrets from you, but to show you everything - and you can't see what's real and what's fake.

She stood up abruptly and spoke quickly: "The First Knights of the Winter Wolf, travel lightly, and march towards the Paramel Heights - I will lead the team myself. Order the Knights of the Iron River to gather in the Plain Triangle, and the Black Flag Magicians. Stand by, all legion-level magic crystals are warmed up and ready to attack!"

The adjutant responded loudly: "Yes!"

He did not ask the general what to do in case of a misjudgment - as General Wolf, as the heir to the Wendell family, this young lady had already thought about all the consequences when she gave the order. If there is a problem... She will definitely do her best to get the First Knights back, and then take all the responsibility herself.

He also did not question whether the general's behavior of "disobeying the emperor's order" was appropriate-because from the day the Winter Wolf Army was established, the "General Wolf" was given a certain front-line decision-making power. At that time, General Wolf had the power to make a decision.

As for whether the Cecil people would be provoked by this, whether they would find the title of "righteousness", and whether they would put pressure on the empire, the adjutant didn't think too much.

The Empire is the backing of every Typhon soldier, and soldiers are sent to the front to fight wars, not to retire.

A well-equipped knight order, with almost one third of its members composed of extraordinary people, was quickly organized, and under the increasingly gloomy sky, in the increasingly cold autumn wind, left Winter Wolf Castle, along the southern plains. The "Curved Corridor" area quickly headed towards the Paramel Heights, while the Iron River Knights, one of the most elite knights in the Typhon Empire, quickly gathered in the triangle in front of the Winter Wolf Castle, with their sharp arrows pointing to the distant Changfeng. At the fortress, thousands of specially trained battle mages also came to the assembly point, waiting for the news of the First Knights at any time.

The bleak cold wind blew across the plain, and the battle flag swept by the wind blew in the wind. The Griffin Knights under the name of the Knights circled high in the sky, making a loud chirping. In the cold wind, Andersa put on a family heirloom. With his wing helmet, he rode his horse through the formation of the knights, and drew his long sword at the front of the team: "Go forward! Paramel Heights! Go forward!"

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The armored griffin swept through the clouds, bypassing the Typhonian griffin scouts under the cover of the dark clouds, and on the back of the armored raptor, the goggle-wearing Cecil knight leaned down and quickly relayed the news back To the commander of the fortress.

A full force of the Typhonian knights suddenly launched a march on the Paramel Heights.

Maryland stood in the command room, staring at the map in front of him, staring at the direction of the arrow marked on the map.

The direction that the Typhon Knights were pointing... was a fake position.

They saw it - before the Iron Throne arrived.