Chapter 546: The Fortress in Gwen's Eyes
When Hunter, Nora and their group turned around and headed back, the expeditionary camp was already in chaos.
The soldiers of the expeditionary force came and went, constantly moving supplies from the barracks to the permanent fortifications built not far away.
Gwen looked up at the tall concrete fortress.
It was a tall bastion. When Gwen saw it from afar on the train, he was admiring its graceful geometric shape like a star. But when he actually arrived at its foot, Gwen was deeply shocked.
Those protruding small sharp corners, when viewed closely, are actually cold, hard and rough concrete walls. The narrow shooting holes have an eight-shaped asymmetric design on the outside, and the inside is the black barrel of a Gatling heavy machine gun. These holes are densely packed all over the wall, and the walls together make up this huge fortress.
(Classic star fortress)
(Sharp protruding walls can greatly increase the density of firepower and form a cross-fire network.) Gwen raised his head and looked upward, feeling a little dizzy. It was like the cliffs on the north side of the Canary Mountains. Even though he knew he was standing on solid ground, his legs would go weak when he looked at it.
Was such a fortress really built by humans? Gwen turned around and looked at the expeditionary forces around him. Each of them had two hands and two legs, just like him, but how could the same hands create such a miracle?
Gwen subconsciously felt that such a huge fortress should have magical rituals worthy of it, such as those powerful banshees, chanting ancient curses while offering living sacrifices to powerful gods. Such a great miracle was slowly established in blood.
But Hodge said that this fortress was just drawn by mortals with blueprints, and built by tiny mortals with their equally poor hands.
It is said that the fortress took only a few months to build, and a considerable part of the time was spent waiting for the concrete to solidify.
Whenever she thought of this, Gwen felt as if she was in a dream, watching the witch using butterfly wings and lizard tails to make potions, with an inexplicable sense of absurdity.
What kind of magical country is Castel that can make humans as powerful as gods? Maybe she has died a long time ago. It was not the little girl who fell into the white mist, but herself. All this is just an illusion before death.
Gwen walked silently around the fortress. She wanted to measure its exact size, but gave up after counting more than three hundred steps. The size of this concrete fortress was far beyond her imagination. At least a thousand people could be stationed here, and there were armored trains that could drive directly into the outer fortress to transport supplies and support.
The Morel Fortress in the Corridor of Despair, the city that will never fall, probably looks like this. "Hey! Gwen!" Someone called her name from a distance. Gwen looked up and found it was Hodge.
"What are you doing?"
Hotch was counting supplies with a few booklets in his hands, and Gwen glanced at him.
"Looking at this fortress."
"Fortress? Just a pile of concrete, not even painted. What's so good about it?" Hodge kicked the wall and said disapprovingly.
"When you get to Castel, go look around the cathedral. There are these things everywhere. I guarantee you'll get tired of them in a morning."
"Everywhere? Are all fortresses this big?"
"That's not the case. The fortress over there is much larger than this one. It was built a bit casually, mainly because we considered that the enemies in the north probably don't have much heavy firepower."
Huo Qi suddenly put away the book in his hand and grinned: "By the way, this fortress has not been named yet. If you have a good name, you can report it. I originally reported "Coyote Fort", but it was rejected. Lord Alexei said it sounded weak."
"Name?" Gwen looked up at the bastion beside him and shook his head slowly. "I haven't thought of a name yet. Let's talk about it after the battle."
After Gwen left the white fog on the airship, he followed the other expeditionary forces to the military camp here.
What surprised her was that these expeditionary forces were prepared to try to resist the white fog.
She is a White Crow, and the fact that the White Disaster can never be defeated is deeply rooted in her bones. Since she was a child, she has been leaving her homeland, avoiding the white fog, and waiting for it to recede before returning to her home that has decayed into ruins.
How can we resist the white fog? We can only stay away from it. Gwen looked back at the lead-gray concrete fortress and bit her lip.
The White Scourge is indeed irresistible, but if it were these Castell people, Castell, an island that has created countless miracles, perhaps it could really bring hope to the North.
"Captain Hodge! Archbishop Alexei wants you to come over immediately!" A messenger ran over quickly. When he saw Gwen, he was stunned for a moment, and then his face showed joy:
"Great, Miss Gwen, Alexi is calling you over too!"
Hotch nodded, "Okay, let's go now. We're going to his office, right?"
"No, he told you two to get to the train platform immediately!"
Hotch and Gwen looked at each other.
A few minutes later, when the two stepped onto the platform, they saw a train slowly stopping, and Alexei was standing on the platform watching.
"archbishop!"
"Master Alexei."
Alexei nodded at them but said nothing more, just staring at the train doors slowly opening.
The two were a little confused, looked in the direction he was looking, and then were stunned.
The tall Banshees, wearing heavy armor, did not affect their flexibility at all. They jumped off the train one after another, and the heavy steel fell to the ground on the platform with a dull sound.
One. Two. Three. Ten. Twenty. Thirty. Even Hodge was shocked. There were only a hundred or so banshees in Castel, but they all came to the North? How could this be possible? You have to know that with the symbiotic contract, the banshees cannot leave Castel for a long time. It only takes a few days, even if they do nothing, they will lose most of their vitality.
Hodge's eyes suddenly widened.
A guess came to his mind.
No, the one that the Banshee couldn't leave was not Castel, but Hughes.
Zeus is the core of the banshees' vitality. They will start to lose vitality if they leave him. So many banshees have come here. If they don't want to lose their vitality collectively, that means suddenly a foot stepped out of the door of the car through which the banshees were passing. A young man with dark hair, thin figure, but bright eyes stepped out of the car.
The moment they saw him, everyone at the station, whether it was the expeditionary force, the service personnel, or the tall banshee, saluted him.
"My Lord."
(End of this chapter)
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