Mage Joan

Antonioni was the closest to the fireball, tumbling in a heat wave, and the gorgeous red robe was also burnt by the spattered Mars.

The accident that had just happened made him afraid and confused. He glanced at Joan deeply and turned to fly away from the fortress of Nisesi.

Joan stood on the roof of the sentry tower, watching the red figure disappear into the depths of the night, secretly relieved.

Had it not been for the "Mythical Missile" that I had optimized with my own hand, which had penetrated the magic shield of the red-haired Warlock Antonioni and interrupted his casting process, this post might be smashed by the fireball.

The crisis was temporarily lifted, but Joan's mood was still heavy. He fluttered his wings and flew back to the original form. He quickly hurried to the Lieutenant Colonel Vasa to report the intelligence obtained by the investigation tonight.

George Vassar was still doing business. He was shocked by the explosion and fire from the air. He stood in front of the fortress window and looked out. Hearing the familiar and rapid footsteps, he turned and opened the door for Joan.

"Joan, there was so much noise outside, what happened?"

"Mr. Vassar, this sentence or two are unclear. You have to listen to me from the beginning..."

Joan sat down across the desk and detailed the scenes he saw during the air reconnaissance tonight and the conversations he overheard in the enemy camp.

"Unfortunately, I was too careless. I was invisible by Jackal Queen Alpha and forced to flee the camp of the Blue Man."

"On the way back, I was hunted down by the red-haired warlock named Diego Antonioni, and flew all the way to our military fortress before he repelled him with the assistance of Lieutenant Roger."

Joan took the tea cup delivered by Lieutenant Colonel Vasa and drank, before finally answering the question that Lieutenant Colonel Vaasa initially asked.

"The explosion you just heard was the "fireball" cast by the red-haired warlock. Fortunately, he was disturbed during the casting process, and the fireball was detonated in advance, causing no damage to our army."

George Vaasa listened to him quietly, his face gradual and dignified, and he didn't ask questions until he finished speaking.

"According to your observations, how many troops did the Sea Blues recruit for this cross-border?"

"There are about 500 regular cavalry wearing navy armor. In addition, there are a large group of jackals to cooperate with them. The total strength is not less than 1,000."

Joan answered truthfully.

George Vassar nodded, a bitter smile on his lips.

"In my previous report to His Excellency the Governor, I once boasted that Fort-Nicesi could withstand the siege of a thousand people..."

"Okay, now we have to face the Sea Blue Cavalry and their Jackal allies. There are thousands of them. I am really a genius prophet!"

Joan couldn't laugh, and asked the lieutenant colonel urgently: "Mr. Vasa, what are you going to do next?"

"According to the normal marching speed, the enemy will be able to reach our military defense zone at the latest after tomorrow afternoon. Considering that the enemy's strength is twice that of ours, it is probably not a good idea to take the initiative to attack."

George Vaasa thought about it with a touch of his chin, and his face softened slightly.

"Fortunately, our fortress has been built, and the stocked food is also sufficient to support long-term consumption. It is more beneficial for our army to rely on the defensive posture by relying on the city wall. It is possible to kill as many enemy forces as possible under the premise of avoiding casualties, as long as you stick to Anderson When the school's reinforcements arrive, they can attack and defeat the enemy inside and outside."

Joan has not received formal military training and is completely layperson for combat command. He can only analyze the tactical arrangement of Lieutenant Colonel Vaasa from a general logic. It sounds reasonable and reasonable. It is indeed the most beneficial thing that can be done at present. decision making.

"Joan, you just said that during the investigation of the enemy's situation, you saw General Louis Jumonville, the commander of the garrison of Mosbelheim. I want to hear your impression of this person." Vassar asked in a correction.

"General Jumonville... looks younger than I thought. From his conversation with the red-haired warlock Diego Antonioni, this person has a very strong personality and a great temper."

Joan thought about it for a while and then said:

"From the details revealed in the conversation between the two, Diego Antonioni is likely to be the son of the Count Antonioni of the Colony of Musbelheim. General Jumonville's attitude towards him is very tough, but the two are like feelings. Deep friends..."

"Besides this, I have also noticed that there is serious disagreement between General Jumonville and Son Antonioni on the border conflict."

"Fathers and sons of Antonioni have settled disputes through peace talks, and General Jumonville is more inclined to resort to force, especially after the envoy of his elder brother Sir Louis Jumonville was mistakenly killed by us, General Jumonville became obviously more radical. ."

"I even suspect that General Jumonville's troop dispatch was a self-assertion and was not authorized by Count Antonioni in advance."

"If we didn't launch that sloppy raid at the beginning, and did not kill Sir Jumonville, the enemy troops would not come so fast, so suddenly, the situation on the border would not be so bad."

George Vaasa's sigh exuded his inner remorse, but now it is too late to regret, he can only force his mind to conquer the enemy's way.

"Joan, you just mentioned that there is a disagreement between General Jumonville and Earl Antonioni. This is the key point. We may be able to use the contradiction between the two to make some articles and dismantle the hostile forces from within..."

He pondered for a long time, and suddenly shook his head, laughing at himself.

"This is what politicians should do, and I'm just a soldier. It's no use thinking about it."

"Do you want to report to your Excellency Governor?" Qiao An asked.

Lieutenant Colonel Vaasa hesitated a little and shook his head gently: "There is only the last "short message" scroll left, which can save you money, or leave it to the most critical moment before using it."

"Then I flew back to Port Leiden overnight, and should I report to the Governor-General on the front line?"

"Don't be so anxious first, you are already working hard today, go back and have a rest, and inform the guards to invite Nathaniel and Magni, and I have to discuss with them how to deal with the army of Jumonville." Lieutenant Colonel Vaasa Say spirit.

...

Early the next morning, news of the enemy's coming was spread throughout the barracks.

Joan was also affected by the tense atmosphere of the upcoming war. He was tortured by fear and anxiety until dawn, and he fell asleep on the bed for two hours before being awakened by the bugle and hurriedly got up to wash.

While having breakfast in the officer’s canteen, Joan found out that the Dingdall brothers had large dark circles on their faces. They yawned continuously while drinking soup, and it seemed that they did not sleep well last night.

"Joan, are we really going to fight the Aquamarine?" Dick asked.

"I'm afraid it is."

"Since the end of the "ear war" fourteen years ago, this will be the first time our army has collided head-on with the regular sea blue army. It's exciting to think about it!" Dick was very excited.

"It is said that the navy's navy is very strong. As for the army, it is not in the old world's major powers at all.

Roger's casual teasing caused a laugh, and the atmosphere in the cafeteria turned light.

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