A heartwarming daily life farming novel, occasionally also a passionate epic.
Spears spread across the wilderness like a thriving forest. Glorious knights march in formation, and countless bl...
Since the night attack by a small number of enemy troops that night, the Frost Alliance army has suffered several more attacks.
Sometimes they would appear in the middle of the night, sometimes just as they were setting up camp. Although their numbers were small, they could not be ignored as they would slaughter and set fires at will. As a result, the soldiers had not had a good rest for several days, and they were exhausted. Sometimes some of them would fall asleep while marching.
"That won't do." Jenkins said so, and then he asked the military wizard beside him.
"Didn't the airship detect where the other party came from?"
"We expanded the search range, but due to the dense jungle around here, the visibility is poor and we didn't get any valuable information." The mage representative explained.
"It would be nice if there were elven scouts in the army...but it's just a thought." Jenkins said casually.
Within the Green Empire, the elves are still thriving, and they once left a deep impression on the Seven Kingdoms of Xuehua during the Battle of Broken Bow.
At that time, the enemy's dense forest patrols crossed from the Sigh Mountains, causing great trouble for the logistics of the Seven Kingdoms of Xuehua, and almost cut off the food supply of the Apocalypse Fortress. Later, it was only with the assistance of the Winged Clan of the Falcon Kingdom that they were able to locate the enemy's whereabouts and maintain the supply line.
Another day passed, and as night approached, the army began to set up camp, and they were about to leave Huangnan County.
Inside the big tent, Jenkins sat at the top, and several officers below began to report the situation.
"Tomorrow we will be able to leave this jungle area and enter the wilderness next to Hopeland." A scout officer reported. He was wearing a pitch-black uniform without any reflective parts. Even the dagger and crossbow he carried were matte-finished.
"The closer we get to the end, the more careful we have to be. I have roughly guessed the other party's strategy," said Jenkins.
He pushed the caravan chess pieces on the map, and several of them were close to the edge of the green area. In front of them was an open plain. Behind this open land, a city backed by mountains and the sea was marked on the map, Hopeland.
"Use small-scale incursions to tire out our forces, then wait for them on the plains, engaging in a tug-of-war and pursuit battle. When we're vulnerable, suddenly attack and deliver a fatal blow."
"It's a good idea, but unfortunately it's a bit naive." A short and strong legion commander said with a look of disdain on his face.
"Under the cover and shelter of the Golem Legion, I want to see how they can tear our formation apart. Are they relying solely on those weak mercenaries and half-baked cavalry? The former West Wind Cavalry has long since fallen, unable to withstand even a peasant uprising, haha."
"In that case, why don't we just rest here for two days before moving on to attack Hopeland," suggested an officer.
"No." Jenkins shook his head.
"Clansia's reinforcements are on the way, and they're moving pretty fast. We have to get ahead of them and capture Hopeland, otherwise it will be a problem later."
"Rest well tonight and be on high alert."
The lights outside the tent were bright. This time, the scouts expanded their reconnaissance range. Several airships were hovering in the sky, closely observing the dark land.
Compared to before, perhaps the enemy knew that the camp was heavily guarded tonight, so the first half of the night was very quiet and the soldiers in the camp fell into a deep sleep.
A soldier sitting on the watchtower was holding a rifle, his body leaning against a wooden stake beside him, his head constantly drooping like fishing, sometimes falling, then waking up and raising it, and finally lowering it again because of sleepiness, and repeating this cycle over and over again.
Occasionally, bursts of insect chirping can be heard from the jungle around. Compared to summer, the chirping of insects is much sparser now. After all, the weather is getting cooler.
The moon slowly rises and sets, and time gradually approaches 3 a.m., which is also the time when people sleep the deepest.
At this moment, a crimson comet suddenly appeared in a corner of the night sky, and then several similar crimson comets also rose slowly.
This massive comet, composed of countless flames, streaked across the night sky with a long flame tail. Its intense heat distorted the atmosphere, creating a whirring, lapping sound. As it approached, the bright flames illuminated the sky like daylight. The approaching surge of magic power and intense heat felt like suffocation.
The first one to react was the mage on the airship. Several dark blue rays shot out from the airship, accurately hitting the giant meteorites flying from the sky and drawing long parabolas.
A flash of deep blue light passed by, leaving behind several fence-like trails in the field of vision. Unfortunately, such a hasty attack was incapable of dispersing the flames saturated with scorching magical energy.
Bang——
When these giant fireballs landed on the ground, they exploded directly, and the flames spread in all directions along with the hot air currents. In just one round of bombing, nearly a thousand people were killed.
Then, the flames spread directly into the camp, and thick smoke rose along with tents, food, debris, dead branches, fallen leaves, etc. The camp was also filled with shouting and chaos.
"Fire!"
“It’s so hot.”
"Hurry up and save me, I'm going to be burned to death, ah——"
The "fire men" waved their hands and ran around looking for water. Unfortunately, there were no lakes nearby and the Caspian Sea was quite a distance away. The flames on their bodies only grew stronger as they ran.
"Damn it!" A mage stood on the airship, looking at the scene below, and shouted angrily. His mage robe was lifted up and down by the heat wave below.
The golems that were on standby started up one after another, and then under the adjustment of some of the mages, several beams of icy light shot out, covering pieces of land and began to separate and extinguish the fire.
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