The starting poem of the abyss 7th

Three Lions' Wings

Lager was awakened by a rapid knock on the door early in the morning. Days of hard work made him unwilling to get up easily to deal with military affairs once he fell asleep, unless it was crucial and was handed over to the adjutant at his discretion. It's just that today's knock on the door seemed a little unusual, making his drowsy head wake up quickly:

"Report anything outside!"

If it's a daily matter, I'm too lazy to answer anything... Such a message comes out in Lagna's voice. Soon, the adjutant's excited voice came:

"General! Weilan City was finally conquered by our army!"

For a moment, Lagna thought that the dream caused by fatigue had not fully awakened...

"Repeat it for me!"

"General! Weilan City was finally conquered by our army!"

The adjutant's voice was louder, and Lager quickly jumped off the ground from ** and casually put the military uniform by the bedside on his body:

"When did it happen?"

"Just now! After we launched the attack, the resistance of Weiland City stopped completely. Originally, I thought it was the enemy's conspiracy, but after sending a scout team, I confirmed the fact that the enemy had been completely destroyed!"

"The whole army is destroyed?"

"Yes... about 500 enemy corpses were left on the battlefield, including a general-like commander. After checking his * Ming, it was confirmed that it was General Warwicks, the guard general of Wellland."

"Has Lawitz... been killed?"

Lager's dressing suddenly stopped... After a moment of silence, he sighed heavily:

"Go get ready. I'm going to patrol the battlefield, including... meet my great opponent."

The city wall of Weiland City has completely collapsed under the fierce artillery fire of the warship, and Silas's army has been able to** smoothly**. The soldiers ordered to disposal the bodies of the Weilan defenders neatly, and now Lagna is walking through the corridor of the bodies with heavy steps.

"Your Excellency... All the bodies fell in front of our army, that is to say... none of them are deserters here."

"It's a group of warriors...isn't it? And the commander who can drive them to die bravely is really more terrible than the magic dragon.

At the end of the body corridor, an officer stood tall with his back against the dilapidated wall. Although he had already died, he could not see any pain or fear from his face. It seemed that he fell asleep just because of fatigue. Ragna stopped in front of him thoughtfully:

"This is..."

"It's General Lawitz himself."

"It's a respectable and terrible opponent to be able to encourage soldiers to charge to the last minute. It's a pity... I've always wanted to make friends with him and have a drink together..."

"Listen to the charging soldier, his last sentence was 'Lawitz was ordered by Haile Milan to stay until the last minute', and then took this pose to a breath."

Lager did not reply, but stood up straight and saluted his opponent again:

"This general is buried here. Whether he is a friend or an enemy, he is a worthy opponent."

The adjutant gestured to the guards, who came forward and respectfully carried away the general's body. Ragna immediately turned his eyes to the original body corridor:

"Bury these soldiers well. After all, Willan is the last military stronghold in the north of Heil Milan, and we can now safely point to the enemy's hinterland. Anyway... Has the mobile unit been gone for two days?"

"Yes, according to the speed of the two warships, we will reach the destination in two or three days."

"Two days or three days?"

"It should be two days, as long as there is no storm."

"Okay... Can you deter and destroy the spirit of the enemy by relying on the 500 soldiers... But are all the corpses of all the enemies in Weiland here?"

"The battlefield has been completely cleaned up, and no other enemies have been found, and... no bodies of the magician's troops have been found."

"That is to say... half of the troops have retreated two days ago? It is worthy of Lawitz, who can make us organize a large-scale withdrawal without noticing it, and also fought against our 5,000 troops with no more than half a hundred troops for two days... Order the soldiers! After 30 minutes of rest, immediately march to the Flange Plain!"

"Is it so urgent? Since Weilan is the enemy's military stronghold, should we stay to consolidate this stronghold first? What's more, the soldiers have been quite tired after fighting for days..."

"In that case, it will be too late. Calculate the schedule, Haier Milan's reinforcements should be able to reach the French Plain and join the retreating Weilan garrison in recent days. If they build a defense line in advance, even with the support of warships, they will not be able to move forward with our current military strength. In this way, the whole situation may be reversed, and we will send The significance of sending mobile troops no longer exists, so we must march as soon as possible to occupy the French Plain in front of the enemy and defeat the enemy in one fell swoop!"

"Yes!"

"Additional addition, the French Plain is a place that often fogs, so soldiers must be careful of the trouble caused by this."

The adjutant hurried to convey the general's order. Ragna's eyes swept over the collapsed wall and gently "h":

"Why did the enemy suddenly withdraw its troops... If the whole army remains stationed, even if it only delays for a day, it can buy the necessary time for the reinforcements to occupy the French Plain... I believe that any soldier with a war minded can recognize this problem. Is this an order issued by their queen? Indeed... It is not surprising that young people who lack the baptism of war sometimes make such mistakes. But it seems that my opponent did not faithfully carry out this order... Lawitz! I'm afraid it's a big regret in my life that I can't meet you alive..."

Lagona's judgment was not deviated decisively, and the national reinforcements led by Lannold and Wilsam approached the French plain at an alarming speed. In order to seize the strategic opportunity, the two generals selected the elite silver knights from the "Order of Eumir" and the "Order of Fenril" as the main reinforcements, and ordered the accompanying infantry to ride forward with the help of cavalry, and finally formed a pure cavalry force to advance to the Franco Plain day and night. With such a huge cavalry lineup, I'm afraid anyone will be shocked by this scene... Although there are only 800 real knights in the 5,000 troops.

The reason for such a simple and extreme marching method is that the two generals are convinced that under the order of the Queen, Willan will only lose at a faster speed. If they can't garrison the plain as soon as possible, the northern battlefield will all fall. Now, in addition to marching desperately, I can only pray that Lawitz will understand the situation on the battlefield and refuse the Queen's order... However, after all, Laweitz is also a loyal soldier. Even if the governor is serious, he will still follow the order, right?

So... I'm afraid this rescue operation is a gamble with little hope, and the balance of victory or defeat is even unpredictable. Based on the necessary consideration of the consequences, the two generals also deliberately reduced the number of knights on the expedition. After all, as the shield of the kingdom, the royal knights are an unshakable force, so this elite must not suffer greater losses due to a hopeless rescue operation.

Although Lagna expected that Haier Milan's reinforcements would arrive in the near future, the time frame in his mind was about three days. In fact, Lannaud's army was less than a day away from its destination.

As the sudden fog hindered the march, the reinforcements were forced to rest for a day. When the dance dispersed, Lannold immediately stepped on the war horse and ordered the troops to move on. At the same time, he took out the battle map:

"There are still four hours left, and we will arrive at the plain in four hours. This is really a gamble of time. As long as the clocks on both sides stop for a moment, the war may be completely reversed. Mr. Wilsam, which side do you think the balance of the goddess will point to?

"I can't guess that my belief in the goddess is not so pious."

"Then I'll ask another question... Which side do you think the victorious balance will be inclined to?"

"It can only be said to be half and half. Although we have raised the speed of the march to the limit, this time our opponent is not a fuel-efficient lamp. After all, it is 'Baron Hei Yan'. I don't know what's going on with Lawitz, as long as he is still standing..."

"I have prepared for the worst for him... How about you?"

"Actually, I am the same."

The two fierce generals sighed with a sad look:

"That guy is the kind of stubborn person who doesn't know what a retreat is, Wilsam... I hope he can buy enough time for us, although I think it's too cruel."

"Since I am in war, there is no need to worry about cruelty and kindness. Without that battle, there will be no bloodshed or sacrifice. I will be satisfied as long as I watch the victory come."

"It's really your style. But you're right. War is just for the final victory. Under such a premise, no matter what kind of sacrifice will be diluted. However, after all, what is sacrificed is life.

"Since I am a soldier, I can no longer take into account these problems. A moment of weakness will kill us on the battlefield. Only by moving forward recklessly can we hope to go back alive..."

Wilsam waved his whip to the front line of the army. Lannold shook his head helplessly and followed slowly:

"Weakness will kill us... Bravery is the same result."

"Mr. Lannold! A group of soldiers were found ahead!"

Wilsam shouted to Lannold who fell behind:

"And it's the flag of our army!"

"Oh? It shouldn't be..."

Lanold urged the mount to catch up, and the soldiers in front of him quickly rushed over after discovering his own army:

"Is it the reinforcements from your country? We are the troops retreating from Weiland!"

Wyland's troops? Are you General Lawitz's subordinates?

The officer leading the team was the adjutant of Lowitz. After seeing the military uniforms of Lannold and Wilsam, he bent down with relief:

"I didn't expect that the two generals personally led the reinforcements to come... I'm really grateful..."

"Apart from that, what's wrong with your troops? What about General Rawitz?

"These are Wieland's magician troops and wounded soldiers, and the other soldiers are left to stay ready to hold on with General Lawitz until the end... The general asked me to tell him: Lawitz was ordered by the royal family to hold on to the last moment in Weiland City..."

"Didn't you receive the Queen's order!"

Wilsam roared loudly, and the adjutant burst into tears:

"The general said... In order to buy you time to build a defense line, so..."

"This guy...!"

The two generals looked at each other and showed a "sure enough" look:

"This headache steel wolf... It seems that we can no longer have the hope of his life, but at least we can't let him die in vain. Mr. Wilsam, we must live up to his last wish.

"Of course! In order to buy us the so-called time... When will that guy become more realistic! But... I'm afraid he can't become realistic anymore. Mr. Lannold, let's move on! It seems that a defense line must be built in the Flange Plain today. I think Welland has also lost..."

"Indeed, I also have such a hunch... Then we will speed up the march, and you will immediately retreat back to the nearest Loya here to rest, and then report the war of Willan to the Queen in detail!"

The adjutant agreed and took the remnants to the rear Loya, and Lannold led the troops to march towards the French Plain. Lawitz's determination also inspired them, and now all they can do is to comfort the general's spirit with victory...

After running out of the road, the Flange Plain was an hour away from them. The two generals breathed a sigh of relief and began to plan how to build a defense line next, just then...

With a bang, there was a huge explosion and the screams of the soldiers from the rear of the army. The two generals turned around in astonishment:

"What's going on..."

"Boom! Boom!"

Explosions occurred one after another in the rear of the troops, and countless unprepared soldiers were killed and injured. The rest crowded forward or dispersed in panic, and the whole army suddenly became chaotic.

" shelling? Do you mean..."

Lanold raised his head to the rear sky and couldn't help losing his blood after seeing the two obvious warships in the air:

"Would it have been ambushed? It's incredible! Has Silas already..."

"But it's too fast anyway! And I only saw two warships, and I didn't see other enemy troops! What the hell is this..."

"Is it the enemy's mobile force in advance? They have long expected our action and ambushed here!"

The successive shelling made the troops completely lose their proper formation, and the bodies of people and horses flew overhead and emitted a terrible scorching smell. Lannold shouted "Do not panic" while leading the troops to evacuate at a safe distance outside the range. Suddenly, he felt the earth under his feet vibrate violently, and then he flew into the air with the mount.

"I was hit..."

This idea is just a flash of a second. Then, the impact of the huge explosion and the dazzling firelight quickly plunged him into permanent darkness.

It was not the main force of Lagna that attacked Lannaud's army, but the two warships that had been sent out for mobile combat missions. After dismantling some of the cannons, the two warships transported a total of 500 soldiers to quickly cross the defense line of Weiland to dive into the hinter Milan hinterland.

However...accid factors may sometimes be too many in the definition of war. After completing the first stage of the task, this mobile force encountered unexpected obstacles when crossing over the Flange Plain, that is, the specialty of the Flange Plain - often sudden fog. This forced them to stay for a day to avoid the danger of getting lost, and as a result, when they set sail during the day, they happened to meet the enemy advancing below.

Realizing that the enemy's purpose was to build a defense line in the Flange Plain, Walter, the commander of the mobile force, immediately issued an order to shell. Although there are only ten cannons left on the side, it still caused considerable blows. Haier Milan's troops had collapsed after continuous shelling. Walter was worried that the shells would run out and be counterattacked by the enemy's wind and magic. After confirming the results of the battle, he ordered to sail at full speed and quickly left the battle.

"What a beautiful result! Lord Walter's strategic vision is really extraordinary!"

"Look at those mice wandering around! You must have tasted the power of our warship!"

"If it hadn't been for the reduction of the number of cannons, we could have killed them all!"

Hearing the continuous praise from his subordinates, Walter showed a proud look. The commander in his early 30s is in a period of energy and has a strong obsession with merit and glory. This time, he made a mistake and made him raise his head arrogantly:

"That's just that the enemy is too stupid! Although we actually picked up a ready-made bargain, since it is a war, all accidents are reasonable, and there is no doubt that we have made contributions! And looking at the lineup of that team, it should be the main force of Haier Milan's reinforcements!"

"It is roughly estimated that the number is about 4,000, and it is a fairly complete cavalry. It should be the main force."

"Hahaha! After all, Haier Milan's cavalry was just half-hearted, and this raid lost most of their poor capital! General Ragna should soon be able to occupy the French Plain, and our next work..."

"Are you going to occupy the School of Magic? But it's really un motivated. Why is it an occupation? Like that level of college, a burst of shelling can turn it into ashes, right?

"Stupid statement!"

Walter hugged his subordinate's shoulder hard:

"Don't forget what kind of identity the students there are. That's a real wealth!"

"So that's it! Because they are all children of nobles? But there are also non-Hel Milanese nobles among them, right?

"Those are none of our business. We just need to complete the work we should do, but we can't forget to find a way to get a ticket from those rich children!"

"Hahaha! The general's idea is really wonderful! Those little guys can't estimate the value of those people casually!"

"And...I heard that most of the male students were recruited to serve in Wangcheng, and the rest are basically female students..."

The subordinates all laughed maliciously for Walter's intelligence:

"Are the rest of the arrogant rich girls..."

"As long as there is no magic wand, it is equivalent to a lamb to be slaughtered, right?"

"I don't know how the skin of aristocratic girls is different from those civilians... I really want to touch it..."

"In that case, you will be beheaded by General Lagna! I dare not disobey his orders, even to that extent! But..."

"But?"

"In order to deter those arrogant little guys, are you allowed to take some necessary measures? As long as there is a reasonable explanation, doing excessive behavior in the era of war is not a simple violation of military discipline... Do you also understand this truth?

The laughter of his subordinates became more obscene, and Walter was also full of pride in his speech. In the era of war full of the smell of gunpowder and the shadow of dying at any time, soldiers no longer have normal thinking and fun. The only thing that can be relaxed is to say a few irrelevant jokes in private to stimulate everyone's nerves. Of course, when really performing tasks, such behavior will be strictly prohibited... The huge contrast in reality makes him complain fiercely in his heart:

"Stop talking nonsense and speed up! Although this attack has also achieved considerable results, it has also affected our original plan. If we don't speed up the action, we will be punished by General Lagna for delaying the fighter plane... I can't bear that kind of responsibility. After all, he is not the kind of person who will erase his mistakes because of his achievements!"

"What a ruthless guy... The so-called Baron Heiyan is really speechless when he does things! We are not as good as a group of mercenaries or thieves..."

"Stop saying such stupid things! After all, we are regular soldiers that Silas is proud of. Of course, we must have the demeanor of regular soldiers! Don't compare us with those mice in the gutter! Stop dabbling and speed up..."

"General Walter! An unidentified mysterious force was found ahead!"

After the soldier's report came from the looktower, Walter took the telescope of his subordinates and strode to the bow of the ship. In the sight of the telescope, a blurred shadow flying at a high speed 2,000 kilometers in front of the warship was found.

"That's...what? It can be found at such a long distance... It should be a quite huge object, right?

"Isn't it a monster?"

"It's unlikely... Even Griffin can't be this huge. Is it... a magic dragon?"

"Magic Dragon? That kind of legendary thing?"

The subordinates suddenly panicked, and Walter shook his head again:

Because it is a legend, it is even more unbelievable. Moreover, if we are found by the magic dragon, we have been attacked by it now, right? However..."

Walter raised the telescope again, and the black object had completely disappeared from his sight, and his rapid flight speed made him a little distracted:

"What the hell... can it have such an amazing flight speed? Even if we move at the fastest speed, we may not be able to catch up with it. This is really a frightening fact... Does Heil Milan already have weapons that can compete with us? In that case... the rapid change of the war situation is really amazing!"