Chapter 533: The Power of Nature (Subscription Request)
That night,
In Verdun, people also looked up at the sky.
The dark night sky was dotted with stars, the February wind was as sharp as a knife, the air was still filled with the lingering smoke and smell of blood, and there was an evil breath unique to the devil.
Fark Wood looked at the darkness in the distance and could clearly feel an inexplicable chill deep in his heart.
He could use his fighting spirit to expel the cold, but he didn't. Instead, he relaxed his body and mind, allowing the cold to invade him, as if only this could make his mind clearer.
Trample tread!
Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned around as if startled. When he saw the person coming, he immediately bowed slightly, lowered his head, and greeted.
"Marshal Joffre, what brings you here?"
"I came to see you!"
Marshal Joffre continued walking and also arrived at the battlement.
Standing on the edge, he looked up and saw the imperial camp hidden in the darkness, like a demon, terrifying.
He took a long breath, letting the coldness seep into his lungs, and then slowly exhaled before saying, "General Wood, how do you feel?"
"Feelings? Of course, I feel a lot of pressure!"
Fark Wood laughed bitterly: "Tension, insomnia, anxiety, torment, and living every day like a year, these are not enough to describe my current state.
I'm standing here, and I'm even hallucinating. I hear the howling of dead souls, and I see blood-soaked soldiers questioning me.
"They're all blaming me! Blaming me!"
General Fake Wood's expression seemed to be a mixture of crying and laughing, and he looked a little abnormal. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Marshal Joffre.
Their eyes met, and he said, "I'm not afraid of being laughed at by the Marshal, but there were times when I even wished I hadn't put forward my opinion and that it hadn't been adopted by Your Majesty or you.
Maybe that would make things easier for me.”
Marshal Joffre reached out and patted General Wood on the shoulder, saying softly, "Others may not understand the pressure you're under, but I can! I really can!"
"Ever since the war began in July of the 314th year of the New Divine Calendar, I've been subjected to constant questioning, especially by the Council of Noble Elders. Those old guys insisted that I express my stance and explain myself to them.
But how can I explain it to them?"
"Those old guys in the Council of Elders leak information like a sieve. If I really tell them my plan, it might appear on the desk of His Majesty the Emperor of the Habsburg Empire the next day."
"Besides, these old guys who just sit there doing nothing and don't understand war, explaining it to them is like talking to a cow."
"General Wood, can you imagine how it feels to have all the nobles in Lutetia scolding me?"
"If Your Majesty hadn't believed in me and given me 100% trust, I would not be in this position long ago."
"But the more times like this, the more we must believe in ourselves, and believe that we must be the saviors of this ancient and noble country, just like the heroes of ancient times who can lead the Bonapartists out of their predicament."
“Only when we all believe in ourselves can we get others to believe in us and only then will success be possible.”
Perhaps it was Marshal Joffre's words and deeds, his earnest advice, that finally lifted Fark Wood's resolve: "Yes, believe in yourself. I must believe in myself."
Marshal Joffre saw that he had finally become resolute and suddenly asked, "So, General Wood, examine your heart and tell me again,
How confident are you about your proposal?
Fake Wood's expression froze, but after a moment's hesitation, he became extremely serious: "I have suffered a lot from the magic tank, but I still got the flowers and the Castro.
From that unknown town that seemed like a trap to the Crab Island fishing port on the Silver Sea, all these experiences are like nightmares that linger in my mind.
"Even in my dreams, I was rehearsing various things, trying to find ways to limit the might of the Land War King.
My proposal is the most reliable idea that can be put forward.”
"So, if you want to ask me how confident I am?"
"I will answer you, I will!"
"But after all, I haven't put it into practice, so I don't know how effective it will be."
The expected answer did not make Marshal Joffre feel relieved, because he knew better than anyone what this battle represented.
If Verdun was breached, the Bonaparte Empire would be completely finished and they would be the sinners of this country.
But he also knew that even if he pressed further, there would be no more accurate answer.
However, just when he was at his wit's end, he heard Fake Wood say again: "If we can capture a magic tank, we can do an experiment."
Marshal Joffre's expression shifted, but then faded. "If we give him more time, it's not impossible. But now, now, let's not talk about it!"
"If we don't have the tanks, it would be fine if we had the inside information!"
These were the words of Fake Wood, and he might have just been thinking unconsciously, but what he didn't expect was that Marshal Joffre seemed stunned when he heard them.
He grabbed Farkle Wood and asked, "What did you just say?"
"What did I say? I think I said I wanted a tank for the experiment."
"No, not this one. What about the one after that? You said that as long as we have the internal information of the tank, it will be fine."
“It should be possible, mainly because I need some data to verify my idea.
But how is this possible?
That's internal information, and it's harder than capturing a magic tank."
"No, no, no, no, you're wrong. This is really possible."
"ah?!"
Fake Wood was stunned. He was about to say something when Marshal Joffre said directly, "Wait here until I come back. You must wait."
Before he finished speaking, he turned around and walked away. After running a few steps, he seemed to feel that the cane was in the way and actually threw it away.
Such an old man who was fat and in bad health actually showed the speed and agility that only young people have, and ran down the city wall.
General Fake Wood was stunned, with countless thoughts and ideas in his mind.
However, he is still waiting here, waiting!
This was another ordeal. The passage of time, every minute and every second, was clearly visible.
He didn't know how long he waited, perhaps an hour, perhaps countless years, but he finally waited for Marshal Joffre.
Two people followed behind him, holding a pile of information.
Marshal Joffre, still as agile as a young man, ran up to the wall, held on to the parapet, and gasped for breath. "The information you want, the information is all here. Come, see if there is anything you need."
Fark Wood was stunned, then ecstatic. He immediately took a step forward, but because he had been standing for too long, his legs and feet were numb and he almost fell down.
But he didn't care, he pushed himself forward and flipped through the thick documents.
Although the disbelief in his expression was about to overflow, he still quickly flipped through the information.
A soft light lit up, illuminating the place. It was a wizard raising his magic wand.
General Wood closed his eyes, adjusted for a moment, and then opened his eyes impatiently. He flipped through the documents in a mess, but finally found what he was looking for.
"Yes, that's right, this is it!"
Marshal Joffre hurriedly asked, "How is it?"
General Wood looked up and said, "It's feasible. It's absolutely feasible. I'm at least 90% sure now!"
"What are you waiting for? Do it now!"
"good!"
The one who answered was the wizard. He raised his staff and walked forward. He took a few steps to the edge of the parapet and raised his wand to point.
Then, the ball of light flew out, and a soft light enveloped it, allowing one to see below.
There were countless wizards standing there, and beneath their feet was a huge magic circle.
What was strange was that this time the magic circle was very formal, involving no evil sacrifices, and no human heads or blood.
And under the signal of this wizard, these wizards all started to move.
Under the command of a legendary magician, the flowing magic power activated a huge magic circle, and the mysterious spell communicated with a certain elemental spirit.
More than ten miles east of Verdun, where the imperial camp was located, the atmosphere was relatively relaxed.
Here, there are still strong people who can feel the huge magical fluctuations coming from afar, but everyone, from the crown prince of the empire to the ordinary soldiers, is very optimistic.
In fact, I don’t really care!
Of course they have the qualifications not to care, because they defeated the abyss demon the day before yesterday, and they defeated the hell devil yesterday.
What about today?
Even if the undead from the underworld and the skeleton zombies come again, that’s all they are!
They have developed enough confidence that no matter what kind of enemy comes, they can defeat it.
However, what they didn't notice was that a wind was blowing, bringing a bone-chilling chill.
…
February 24, 316 of the New Divine Calendar, the fourth day of the Verdun battlefield.
The weather suddenly changed, the wind blew, dark clouds covered the city, and before the sun rose, heavy rain poured down.
The rain was very heavy, almost exaggeratedly so, like a huge wave raised by the sea god, rolling up to the sky and then poking a hole in it, so that it poured down to the earth.
People standing in the rain can't even open their eyes, let alone do anything else.
This rain was obviously abnormal. Of course, it was impossible to limit the empire's attack with just a rain.
At a command from the Imperial Crown Prince, magicians erected a defensive barrier and used flames to dry the ground and field artillery.
Although its power has been greatly reduced, it can still be used.
As for the imperial soldiers, when their morale is high, they will naturally overcome all difficulties.
However, when the magic tank drove out, it encountered a big problem.
These steel monsters certainly didn't care about the rain, but the muddy ground made it difficult for the 60-ton objects to move forward.
If that's all, and you can persist, the track design is more resistant to harsh terrain than wheels.
But before the tanks approached the city of Verdun, the rainstorm subsided and a snowstorm came again.
Everywhere you look, there is a sea of white. The temperature between heaven and earth drops sharply, falling below zero degrees in an instant, and the flooding rain is frozen into ice crystals.
At this point, even a powerful magic tank was frozen.
Not just the tracks and engines, but also the fragile parts in between.
At this point, the imperial army, which even the abyss and hell could not stop, had to choose to stop fighting and rest in the face of the sudden change in weather!
This is the power of nature!
(End of this chapter)
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