Sword of Daybreaker

Strictly speaking, this is a war in which both sides have made long preparations, but the preparations on both sides are insufficient, and the timing of its outbreak is beyond everyone’s expectation—everything is beyond the plan and not complete. According to the blueprint of the participants, everything happened suddenly, and the coping ability of the frontline soldiers became the decisive factor. Everything was gradually getting out of control, only the "out of control" itself permeated throughout.

The silver empire’s communications were cut off, the status of the elven allies was unknown, the magnificent wall and the sentry tower were clearly in a fatal error state, the barrier that had been protecting the civilized world for seven centuries was quickly disintegrating and disappearing, and the inside of the wall was abandoned The number of monsters lingering in the depths and gathering clearly exceeded the upper limit of the theoretical value, and its fierce momentum and vaguely displayed "discipline" during the attack were even more shocking. In the face of this variable, we had to turn offense to defense, turning it into a rock to block the out-of-control and widening gap of the magnificent wall—the changes in the situation shocked both experienced commanders and veterans.

As for the Aberrant Corps attacking the northern line of defense, they imagined that the “mortal army hurriedly challenged, the paralyzed barrier defenders collapsed, and the tide of distortions rushed into the civilized country.” The scene outside the wall did not happen. Instead of rushing to disperse, humans set up steel barriers as if they had been prepared for a long time. The chariot troops and heavy artillery positions like a moving city wall began to roar out of sight, and the reckless army was on the road to reunion. In the fire and rain enveloped, in the huge explosion, the filthy and corrupted limbs flew into the air together with the mud and rocks under their feet. The dark druid priest who was in charge of commanding at the rear of the legion was also taken aback.

Both sides were taken aback. In this war, the first and biggest consensus reached by the two warring parties appeared at this moment: What is the opposite of TM.jpg? !

A low buzzing across the sky, the shadows of Dragoon fighters passing from the bottom of the low and depressed clouds, those anti-gravity aircraft with inverted cone-shaped chassis are diving and maneuvering over the tide of distortion like Swifts. The heavy aerial bombs or incendiary bombs he carried were all dropped, explosions and flames splashed in the enemy like waves in the water, and at the same time, a black and red arc rose from the ground, crossing the return of the bombing troops. During the path, two aircraft were strafed in the air, and the explosion disintegrated, and more aircraft completed the bombing and bombing operations and quickly returned to the propulsion base located in the southern part of the belt plain.

The forward information is also more clearly presented in the eyes of the base commander as the flying troops return.

"Aberrations are everywhere, almost the same as mud flowing on the ground." In the command center, the holographic projection was clearly showing the image returned by the frontline troops, and a dark-skinned adjutant stood beside Philip. Speaking quickly, "They only wandered near the breakthrough point or even farther away, but after the abnormal appearance of the magnificent wall, these wandering monsters seemed to suddenly receive a signal and began to wave. The earth rushed towards us-and precisely towards the hole in the barrier."

"How many are there? How many follow-ups?" Philip asked quickly.

"It is impossible to count. Monsters from deeper in the wasteland are constantly gathering to join this'tide'," the adjutant shook his head solemnly, "As long as this tide passes, there is no sensible distortion. "Respond to the call" immediately, there is no way to calculate it. Moreover, those monsters also have certain anti-air capabilities. Their arcs and energy rays can hit our dragoons, which will cause a lot of interference in reconnaissance."

Philip frowned and quickly analyzed and summarized possible clues in the situation reported by the adjutant. Two seconds later, he said in a deep voice: "There should be some kind of'command system' in them, just like the original crystal cluster army. The command system is likely to be mixed with their main force somewhere, the principle may be a certain pheromone, or it may be a nerve impulse... They can make nearby irrational aberrations follow orders and act..."

He suddenly raised his head and looked at his adjutant: "Look for the most tightly defensed areas or areas with obvious energy accumulation in the enemy army, and concentrate the firepower to destroy which units-if the enemy has too much firepower to reach, then increase the offensive. Winter. The General has completed the calibration of the main gun, and notified the frontline troops that the fire support they need will be delivered within ten minutes.

"Yes! General!"

The adjutant took the order and quickly passed the instructions down. The command system of the entire First Army Corps has begun to operate at high speed. Orders are transmitted from the command post and sent to the front line. The first-hand intelligence that the frontline soldiers contacted is also fast. It is sent to the high-level commander of the propulsion base through various communication stations set up on the belt plain.

High-level commanders such as Philip and Wright stand in front of a wide tactical platform. Several holographic projection crystals set on the platform are projecting various scenes. The largest picture is the entire area currently under the control of the First Army. Sand table projection—the projection has a translucent plain and hills marked by a crossfire area marked by bright color blocks. At present, the blue color block representing the First Army is still firmly rooted at the foot of the magnificent wall, while the black and red tide representing the enemy army is still firmly rooted at the foot of the wall. Rushing to the gap in waves, the tide is constantly being wiped out, and the blue color blocks occasionally fade and fill. On the surface, the two sides still maintain an offensive and defensive balance as a whole.

But the balance is not lasting-Philip knows this very well.

Because on the holographic projection, the pale green translucent phantom that represents the magnificent wall and the sentry tower is steadily weakening. On the line of defense facing Cecil's legion, in the middle of the barrier built by the elves There has been a "gap" large enough to accommodate half a city, and the scope of this gap is still expanding!

Although the First Legion is strong, the main gun of the Winter General is good, but it can only hit the area within its range. This magnificent wall continues to collapse like this, and it will not take long for the gap to expand to be completely unstoppable. The extent, especially those dangerous areas outside the surveillance range—human beings can’t stand in that place, and the deformed monsters don’t care if it is a quagmire or a poisonous swamp!

And this is not the worst scenario Philip could imagine...

The young imperial commander frowned and stared at the holographic projection in front of him, but what emerged in his mind was the entire Gondor Wasteland.

It’s probably not just Cecil’s line of defense that collapsed. Now the communication in the direction of the Silver Empire has been cut off. This shows that there is a big problem with the uppermost control center of the entire magnificent wall, so the worst possibility is... the entire wasteland. The surrounding barriers are disappearing.

The entire civilized world is quickly exposed to the wasteland!

It was obvious that Philip was not the only one who thought of this. The tall Wright also frowned. The practitioner of the Holy Light said in a deep voice: "Now we can't reach the Silver Empire, and the communication with Typhon is also After a lot of disturbance, I suspect that the scope of the barrier out of control is very large, and it may even collapse across the board...maybe there are huge gaps around the wasteland now."

"... Frankly speaking, I'm not very worried about our side," Philip nodded with a gloomy face, "We still have a lot of back players and reserve forces here, and I'm not very worried about the Typhons. They can carry it. I am the most The worry is on the side of the Silver Empire—they hold the control of the magnificent wall. In this situation, there is obviously something wrong on their side..."

Before he finished his voice, a rush of footsteps suddenly came from outside the door. The next moment, a correspondent ran into the command hall quickly.

"Report sir!" The correspondent whose face was flushed as he rushed all the way saluted Philip and said very quickly, "Our communication with Camp Typhon has resumed!"

"Communication resumed?" Philip asked with a smile on his face, "How's the situation over there?"

"The situation is worse than ours," the correspondent swallowed. "The barriers in front of them have been extinguished by half. A large number of monsters are pouring into the battlefield from the hills and valleys, and there are a large number of giant mutant distortions among them-the only good thing. The news is that the terrain on their side is more complicated. There is a ridge facing the monsters in the area where the barrier is extinguished. The Typhons are currently occupying the highlands and are relying on the magicians to eliminate the enemies in the low-lying areas-but wait until the magicians run out of magic. The situation is hard to say."

"...It looks like the situation is as bad as we expected," Wright's voice came from Philip. "There are more than one loopholes in the barrier, and the Sentinel Tower on the Typhon's side is also out of control."

"The good news is that the Typhons can still maintain their fronts for the time being. The bad news is that most of our flanks are out of reinforcements-if the barriers continue to deteriorate, they may even need our support," Philipp supported on the tactical projection table with both hands. , Staring at the line of defense standing still in the black and red tide, "...What news is there from Andesa Wendell?"

"She said the Typhon Corps would find a way to plug the loopholes and asked if we needed support."

"...Thanks to Typhon's kindness, and wrote back to tell her that we can still support it here," Philip nodded and said, "Is the communication class back?"

"Our communication with the Eastern Front has only partially recovered, and they have gone to rush to repair the next communication station."

"Eastern..." A young man appeared in Philip's mind, with short silver hair and a cheerful and reliable smile on his face, but soon he shook his head and focused his attention. Put it into the whole battle, "I understand, just leave it to them."

"The situation here has been reported to the imperial capital. A support army is leaving from the South Gate Fortress to our side," Wright said while looking at Philip. "But before the reinforcements arrive, the pressure we have to face can only grow..."

"Don't worry too much, the defensive strength we have deployed here is actually far more than'necessary'," Philip exhaled softly, "From the very beginning, when our counter-offensive plan just started preparations, Your Majesty seemed to have done it well. Preparation for the worst situation, the real power he put into this line of defense is not only you can see so much... To be honest, even I felt it was unnecessary at the time, but now it seems that we all have to admit Your Majesty’s judgment on that wasteland is correct..."

He paused at this point, before his face was serious, as if talking to himself, he continued: "What I am really worried about is the defense in other areas..."

At this moment, the voice of a staff officer suddenly came from the side, interrupting Philip's self-talk: "Sir! The enemy forces have changed, and their main force is turning!"

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A continuous light cyan arc flew into the sky from the distant human defense line, tracing a parabola under the filthy low-hanging clouds, and then fell on top of the deformed body legion.

Each time such an arc falls, it will bring about a huge explosion like a high-level magic burst. The powerful shock wave can shred the deformed body's tough body, and the ensuing high-temperature flame can instantly evaporate it. Area.

And more terrifying than the power of these explosions is the number of these explosions.

They are falling endlessly from the sky, like a heavy rain. The bombing has been going on for a long time, but the offensive shows no signs of abating. Instead, it has become more and more fierce over time. This can only show one thing: launch this kind of attack. For those "Ceciles", it is not a thing that will cause fatigue, at least it will not make them tired in a short time, and they still have a greater number of reserve forces in their hands. As time goes by, this Strength will continue to increase.

There are a huge number of deformed soldiers in front of the offensive. Even with the falling "Sky Fire", they have rushed to the front of those human positions several times. Under the impact of the absolute fearlessness and the huge number of support, they are not without results— The human line of defense has been rushed back several times, but only a small part of it was rushed back each time. According to the sensory signals sent back from the aberrations, the dark druid priests in charge of commanding this army can see those made of steel. The chariot and the human soldiers who moved with the vehicle can move quickly every time. Faced with the deformed body that rushes up, they are not disintegrating, but retreating in an orderly manner—and after they evacuated, there will be some kind of burning for a moment. The weapon covers the entire battlefield, completely burning out the aberrations that rushed into the position.

If you continue to fight like this, the investment is not directly proportional to the results.

The Aberration Corps is not afraid of loss. These stupid wandering monsters are neither compatriots nor valuable soldiers. The dark druids have no mercy or sentiment for the death of these cannon fodder, but even "cannon fodder" From the perspective of the overall situation, it is also a valuable "cost". The cost paid in the early stage of the plan is too high, which will undoubtedly affect the development of follow-up actions.

Behind the tide-like army of deformed bodies, a tall and hideous twisted treeman wriggled his roots and touched his wrists and came to the side of another treeman. From his swaying canopy, he heard a hoarse and gloomy voice: "Master, The offensive ahead has been frustrated and human resistance is fierce. Will we continue to increase our offensive force?"

The Druid priest, known as the patriarch, shook his head. He raised his gaze and looked at the magnificent wall barrier that was weakening in the distance, as well as the sentry tower towering at the barrier node and having lost its protective brilliance nearby.

Under the gloomy sky, the light above the tower has become weaker and weaker, and the streamer walking between the runes on the surface is intermittent, as if it is on the verge of collapse.

"We should give those humans who are stubbornly resisting a little'surprise'-and by the way, let those idiot elves who are still trying to restart the barrier system sober.

"The main force turns and destroys that tower!"