Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

six minutes.

Just six minutes.

Six minutes is enough for what?

For war, six minutes is both long and short.

The commander of the Dusk Moon Expedition, Lord of the Light, Sylvan Keller, this elf with great achievements has been in war for a long time. For him, war is a mixture of plain and glorious, a entanglement of dull and magnificent, and a long period of time. Marching is a patient stalemate, repeated temptation, and a momentary transition of wind and thunder.

The bombardment and slaughter of sharp arrows, war horses, spears and spells in just a few minutes may determine the direction or even the outcome of a battle. Before this, it was a long process of preparation and preparation, and it was a trial attack again and again. , is the tug-of-war, patience, waiting, and sacrifice.

At a salon, he vividly likened this process to an unspeakable private movement. Generally speaking, the more detailed your early investigation, the more detailed your understanding of the enemy, the stronger your own strength, and the more weapons and equipment you use. Sophisticated, the more meticulous the details are taken care of, and the more thoughtful the back-and-forth interspersed with the maneuvering array, then you will be able to get a lasting and hearty experience in the final decisive battle.

And gain an unprecedented sense of control and satisfaction.

And the convincing of your opponents.

At that time, Lord Xiguang's remarks received cheers, laughter, and warm applause from the officers, as well as a glimpse of the hostess of the salon's resentful appearance and style.

In the in-depth exchanges that followed, he did prepare, wait and work patiently on a private battlefield, and obtained a hearty victory, as well as the opponent's heartfelt surrender and joy - and that was a long time ago. things are up.

The high-spirited and sharp momentum of the past has gradually settled down.

He's been through more wars, he's won more victories, and he knows the wars so well that he can get down to a lot of detail.

six minutes.

Six minutes is enough for a well-trained elite sergeant to shoot at least ninety feathered light arrows while maintaining breathing rate, physical fitness, and continuous combat capability.

It can also allow a shock cavalry to fight for a round after completing the acceleration.

Allows a Battle Mage to construct twelve intermediate power attack spells.

And these data are put in a battle, that is, the shooting of the arrow regiment like a torrential rain, the unstoppable rush of the cavalry regiment, and the long-range intensive strike of the mage support group.

Commanders who understand and master these details will win.

He tried his best to master these details and arts, to understand how much his subordinates could do in a certain amount of time, he kept learning, to understand, to understand himself, and to understand the enemy, and to understand what his subordinates could do at a critical moment. What can his enemies do.

until today.

He learned something new again.

six minutes.

Six minutes is enough for what?

Three dragon knights, two winged Pegasus riders, three winged eagle riders, and 200 air combat mages, this aerial legion, used together to break through the siege of the fortified city at lightning speed, can Turn the tide of battle in six minutes and bring the impregnable city defenses to a standstill.

It can also be killed by an alchemy weapon within six minutes, causing heavy casualties and complete loss of combat effectiveness.

Six minutes is long enough to determine the outcome of a local fierce battle, and six minutes is so short that all orders to deploy reinforcements and military changes can only be communicated layer by layer on the chain of command, Sylvan Kai said. Le could only watch helplessly as the giant dragons were shot down to the ground, but he couldn't do anything about it.

That's the beauty, or the pain, of war.

A few minutes ago, he was still winning, and the situation was very good. The army broke into the city wall of Danfeng Lucerne. The victory was imminent. The praise and awe of his subordinates created a new form of war. , Wings of Steel set off a sonic frenzy, roaring on the battlefield.

The powerful air force that was urgently allocated to him by the parliament was wiped out in an instant.

Being stunned is no longer enough to explain the Commander's mood at this time. His calm heart was frozen by frost. Even if he was old and experienced a hundred battles, he was also briefly shocked and at a loss.

Initiating the campaign again and launching a beheading raid on Danfeng Lucerne, the parliament has also made adequate preparations. Goethe's resistance is not worth mentioning. What deserves attention is the deterrence from Kant.

Therefore, the air strike magic device of the previous generation of Phoenix King was unsealed, so an unprecedented air force battle group was secretly mobilized. The ambition of the parliament was not only to win Goethe, but also to let that Aurora fall under the city of Danfeng Lucerne. His plan was perfect. Once Kant appeared, he would send the air force led by the Dragon Knight to entangle the opponent, and then the air strike magic device would lock and attack.

Now, the Air Force responsible for dogfighting missions is almost completely wiped out.

This means that the parliament has underestimated Kant's power at all. This powerful air force can't stop the terrifying speed of the alchemy weapon. This guy is stronger than the land in the sky!

And there's more than one bad news.

He could no longer maintain his demeanor, and roared: "Is Stonehenge still good! Those idiot alchemists and magicians want to go to court martial!"

The deputy chief of staff also had a cold sweat on his face: "They can't figure out why! There is no problem with the magic pattern and element circuit of Stonehenge. It was transported from the mainland to here, and three test shots were carried out along the way, and there was no fault at all. The magic tool of the Magdalen has always been known for its size and stability..."

"I don't care about any of this!" the commander roared. "Why is our Air Force being slaughtered while Stonehenge is just watching!"

"...They didn't understand it at all, and could only draw an unbelievable conclusion."

"what?"

"...Stonehenge refused to shoot."

"What did you say?"

"Stonehenge refused to shoot at Kant."

As soon as the words fell, the collar of the deputy chief of staff was grabbed, and Sylvan Keller's eyes twitched, hissing: "Our magic tool? The legacy of Phoenix King Malekis? People shooting? Can you tell me why? Is that oriental guy her concubine!"

"...Watch your words, please calm down! This is disrespectful!"

"Fuck you, your mother is disrespectful!"

Lord Xiguang weakly loosened his subordinate's collar, and he stared blankly in the direction of Danfeng Lucerne.

The previous battle only took place in the sky. Although the air force was almost destroyed, the power on the ground had not been lost. The battle situation was still under the control of the expeditionary force. Several sections of the city walls were occupied. , victory is still imminent.

But he felt unease and even panic.

Because before the owner of the Iron Wings swept across the sky of Danfeng Lucerne, several battle reports had appeared, whether it was the servant army of the satellite country, or the elite ace battle group of the Duyue Dynasty. The defense line and interception were run over head-on, and there was no ability to resist.

He murmured: "Now who can tell me how this war should end?"

The whole continent knows that after the Valentine War, the elves chose to negotiate, but the Council bypassed the Queen and ordered a raid directly.

He couldn't imagine what would happen.

As he could not imagine what would happen next.

But at this moment, a roaring dragon roar came from the sky.

The knight in the air swooped in, setting off a terrifying sound, which was the bell of death.

"…he came!"

This terrifying and strange scream is too obvious, no elves can ignore it, and many soldiers have seen the battle in the city before. The distance is very far, they can't see the details, but they can see their companions falling one by one. Wings of steel still roam the sky.

Now the enemy is rushing here.

The brave warriors let out a roar of vengeance.

Then embarrassed to find, too high.

So high that spears and arrows cannot reach.

And soon.

Even the gusts of wind, icicles, and lightning that the mages set off could not be caught.

From Silvan Keller onwards, all the officers, soldiers and mages waited nervously as if they were facing a great enemy. This is a powerful and unheard of enemy. The most terrible thing is that you do not know his attack methods, do not Know what form of blow he will deliver, or die.

Don't even know what his goal is.

Before the first wave of death came, they could only wait, painfully and helplessly.

Such treatment, the invincible elf army, has not been experienced for a long time.

Transformers roared across the sky.

Through the auxiliary aiming helmet, Kant observed the situation of the ground calibration.

He also looked down, the elves' army formation was like a neat and mighty metal wave, layer upon layer, endless as far as the eye could see, the division of labor was clear, the scheduling was well-organized and orderly, he saw the movement of the cavalry, the changes of the arrow formation, constantly changing The brilliance of the spell rose from the array in the distance, exploded below, and splashed with brilliance, but no matter what the attack, it could not catch up with the terrifying speed of the continuous breakthrough to Mach two.

The elves simply can't keep up with their own thinking.

"Confirm the target?"

"Confirm the target."

"How to drop a bomb?"

"There is no satellite guidance, so I have to control it. However, it is not a big problem. In addition, considering the possible interception methods of elves and accurate hits, we have to adopt a relatively conservative bombing method."

"it's up to you."

"Yes, connect to the onboard power supply, the bomb is warmed up and started, self-checking is in progress, and the coordinates are input."

Wings of steel descended from the sky with the roar of a rolling dragon.

"His goal is the long-range attack position of the mages!"

Sylvan Keller's face changed drastically, and he shouted through the short-range communicator: "Defend with all your strength! Spread out!"

The chief of the mage group, who is skilled in business and has a high military literacy, has already given instructions. The mage teamed up to set up small ice picks and electric **** walking around, trying to make the enemy hit the solid object floating in the air at a very high speed, self-destruction.

This is the most perfect response, but their enemies have gone beyond cognition, combining space teleportation with lightning-like speed, which is unsolvable mobility.

The fighter flew up and down, shuttled back and forth, or slowed down, extracted in time by Kant, passed through the interception of the air defense net, and the dragon roar descended from the sky.

The chief of the mages roared: "Defense!"

The mage troops responsible for remote spell support are gathered! The phenomenon of element enrichment can enhance the power of spells, and it can also facilitate the unified command, so that the mages will not fight separately. Keeping a close positional distance not only facilitates the construction of positional defense with alchemy, but also better combines the power of the mages. , intercept hostile strikes, launch long-range salvos, and work together to support a tough shield like now.

The violent atmospheric wind shield condenses like a hurricane.

At the same time, Horus said solemnly: "Jeddam cast!"

Two 2,000-pound GBU-31 Jadam Joint Assault Munitions disengaged.

The super-high initial velocity of the dive made the two bombs weighing one ton and 429 kilograms of charge roared down, and slammed into the ground with almost no deviation, and slammed into the propped up atmospheric aegis.

The flames suddenly appeared, black smoke surged up, and in an instant, an explosion occurred, the violent impact rolled the air waves and roared and spread, and the earth-shattering explosion resounded through the entire battlefield in an instant!

The sky-high firelight, the thick black smoke, the roaring noise and the shaking of the earth attracted the attention of all the elf soldiers, all of which were imprinted in their minds and would not dissipate for a long time.

The entire spellcasting position was enveloped by air waves and smoke. After a few seconds, the surrounding troops thought of saving people. Wind scrolls and spells were flying. Almost all the elves were screaming loudly, and many were bleeding from the seven orifices.

With the help of scrolls, protective devices and magic guides, a whole group of mages at all levels used atmospheric aegis to forcibly stop the two bombs attached to the elements of the dragon.

The price is complete loss of combat effectiveness.

The tragic situation of the friendly army made the surrounding soldiers rush forward without hesitation, ready to rescue, and the arrow formation army, light cavalry flankers and array shield guards who were responsible for guarding this mage army rushed over and carried them. The weak bodies of the mages poured life potions, used scrolls, and cast spells. This was their spontaneous behavior, but after dozens of seconds, a violent communication from the command post came: "Leave there first!"

Just then, a soldier shouted, "Here again!"

The dragon roared, and spell brilliance shot from all over the battlefield, ignoring all kinds of spell interception and containment, and the messenger of death from the sky came again.

The sergeants of the arrow regiment who helped protect the mage roared sharply and drew arrows in unison. The champion archer raised the thorns longbow, and drew the bow and arrow. He had already seen what the opponent was throwing.

Smash it!

Two huge bombs whizzed down again.

Hundreds of arrows were ready to go, and the shield guards immediately raised their shields. The champion shooter aimed at the target. Just as he was about to let go, he heard a crisp explosion, and the huge and heavy object burst in the air. disintegrate.

Hundreds of small silver **** scattered in all directions at an altitude of tens of meters.

In an instant, the sharpshooters lost their target, and even if they were well trained, they couldn't divide their labor in an instant, and each shot down a small ball - it wasn't an elves, it was a swarm of insects.

And the next moment, the fire broke out, and every small ball was exploding, exploding at the same time.

Sylvan Keller, who came here, only saw white smoke covering the casting position again.

He saw the gust of wind, the smoke disperses, and the fire. He saw snow, a fine snowstorm that only occurs in the extreme north. Countless steel needles nailed violent dust on the ground, and a series of explosions were extremely dense, ploughing every inch of the land like raindrops.

The mages who were bombed out of combat ability, the cavalry who came to the rescue, the sergeants of the arrow regiment who prepared their bows, the shield guards who carried their shields to fight... Everything was covered under this intensive blow, only to see the sky. The blood light and the dust fused together, the torn limbs, the constantly shaking body...

Lord Xiguang almost fell off his horse.

He has overestimated Kant's power, but he did not expect it, but underestimated it.

Such power, such fighting style, such destruction.

For a while, I don’t know how many elves let out a roar of rage and rage. Paoze’s tragic death and injury made them angry like never before, but the knights in the sky returned to the sky with the rolling sound waves, and let countless attacks chase in vain. No damage to the slightest.

The mages soared into the air angrily, but the air was no longer their domain. The demon-like aircraft circled the battlefield at a desperate speed, left the chasing troops far away, and charged trickily from another angle. , rushed to another spellcasting position...

"Order the mages to disperse! Disperse! All spellcasters disperse!"

Sylvan Keller issued an order to disband the Mage Corps, the caster to enter the nearby legion, order the magic tool to hide on the spot, not to fire at will, but this is tantamount to throwing down a sword, even a battle-hardened commander. Officer, I don't know how to fight this battle next. The order was issued too late, and the second spellcasting position and the surrounding troops were also swept away by the autumn wind.

The slaying demon wings roared back into the sky.

"Report!"

An eagle-eyed mage said loudly: "The enemy's alchemy aircraft has no weapons mounted on its abdomen!"

Sylvan Keller raised his head suddenly, only to find that the swift demon swept past at a low altitude in the other direction, fierce rays of light were continuously ejected from somewhere on the body, the ground burst into smoke and dust, and a troop of rangers was swept away. Blood spattered, and then it climbed up to a very high point, and then the dark portal opened, the alchemist disappeared in it, and then a terrifying whistle exploded from it.

A series of twelve howitzers shot out from the portal of the white fog space, landed vertically, and slammed into the solid array, setting off violent shock waves and smoke.

After a while, Horus fell from the sky, still no ammunition mounted on his abdomen, but his body was obviously bigger, Kant picked up the communicator: "Call, the enemy's long-range firepower positions have been suppressed, the mage group and the heavy magic guide. The weapon is silent, I will soon enter the close-range support battle against the enemy, and will assist your army to retake the city wall, please seize the opportunity and cooperate, I will start."

In the openings of the Danfeng Lucerne city wall, you can still see the elven soldiers constantly mobilizing and deploying. Not far away, there are Goethe troops resisting and blocking, and the guardian angel has arrived.

The four 30mm cannons installed have already begun to warm up.

"It's done!" Kant shouted. "Go and lick some more!"

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