Mage Joan

"The situation is indeed not very optimistic... Diego, Alpha, guess when this rain will clear?" General Jumonville digressed abruptly.

"I'm afraid it will still rain tonight. Maybe it will be clear tomorrow, but what about that, will you continue to attack the city?" Alpha asked.

"of course."

"If this is still the case today, I don't want to take the lead!" The thought of the lost troops, the Jackal Queen couldn't help but feel sad.

"It all depends on the weather." General Jumonville said thoughtfully, "I hadn't expected to be able to easily capture the enemy fortress. The current setbacks are not enough, and the real factors affecting the outcome of the war are still Did not arrive, but it was very close."

"Louis, what are you suggesting?" Antonioni was confused.

"Nothing." Louis Jumonville smiled weirdly. "Let's pray for the weather to clear up, Diego, Alpha. As long as the sun rises tomorrow, the enemy will usher in the end!"

Antonioni and Alpha glanced at each other, not knowing what medicine was sold in General Jumonville's "Gourd".

Perhaps the prayer of General Jumonville really touched a certain god. The sky cleared early the next morning and the bright sun shone on the ground. The blood on the battlefield had been washed away by rain, but the air was still filled with the breath of killing and death.

General Jumonville ascended the hill near the command post early in the morning and looked out to the south.

Antonioni couldn't resist curiosity and came over and asked, "Louis, what are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for our reinforcements." General Jumonville pointed in the direction of the brass pass. "If nothing happens, we will be there this morning."

"Reinforcement?" Antonioni was taken aback. "You have transferred the troops left behind at Dukenburg?"

"Of course it was not that unit. Dukeenburg's defense could not be relaxed, and even if the two hundred cavalry were transferred, the battle could not be changed." General Jumonville shook his head with a smile.

"Since you don't transfer troops from Fort Duquesne, where else can you call for reinforcements in a hurry?" Antonioni frowned.

"Hurry?" General Zhu Mengville glanced at his friend lightly. "When did I do things hurriedly?"

"Okay, the wise general, even if you expected to have today's predicament before going out, and prepared a reinforcement in advance, who are they and where are they fighting?"

"It was the mercenary group I invited. They came from the shore of Liusha Lake to join the battle."

"Don't make a fuss! Do you think I'm an idiot? Liusha Lake is 500 miles away from here. Unless you inform the opponent one month in advance, you will be too late to rush to the battlefield even if you urge the horse to speed day and night!" .

"They don't ride horses, but go by boat." General Jumonville's lips twitched and his eyes flashed an imperceptible joy: "Look, their warship is about to call the port."

"Just kidding is enough!"

Antonioni was intolerable and was about to get angry, and a whistle suddenly came from his ear.

Looking back in amazement, I saw that the mouth of the broken tooth valley was flying, and a giant brass ship made of brass was flying against the surface.

A towering mast lifts a dark sail, and a translucent golden magic air cushion is filled between the ship's side and the ground, as if the golden waves tumbling and surging around the huge hull make this magical magic warship in Sailing freely on land is like driving smoothly on the blue sea.

"My God, isn't this true? Louis, you even invited the Black Fort Mercenary Corps!"

Antonioni couldn't help but exclaim.

"Don't you know how greedy the group of fire giants are? Unless you can take out a hundred pounds of gold, don't you want to call the'Lord of Black Castle' Bielester!"

"I did invite Biester. Unexpectedly, at this moment he was sitting on the magic ship "Scibrani"."

Louis Jumonville looked at the brass battleship approaching the barracks with interest.

"I have long heard that'Lord Black Lord' Bielester has a warship capable of navigating on land, used to carry the fire giant mercenary regiment under his command to fight for the south...If we also have such a ship How good a warship should be, it will be very convenient for troops to march."

"Don't daydream as soon as possible!"

Antonioni interrupted his fantasy coldly.

"Magic battleship'Scibrani' is the legacy of the ancient giant civilization. The magical technique of manufacturing this land-based battleship has long been lost. Biester is only the heir of this ancient heritage, but he has no ability to create the first Two same magic warships."

"In the old continent, the military institutions of major powers also considered rediscovering this lost shipbuilding technology. However, after a thorough demonstration, experts in the field of military industry in various countries reached a consensus-it is time-consuming and laborious to restore the technology of land-based ships. It is better to design and manufacture a more advanced large magic airship!"

"That's also true." General Jumonville turned and walked down the hill. "Diego, notify Alpha and accompany me to greet the guests."

"Wait! Louis, you haven't answered my question just now!" Antonioni quickly caught up.

"What's the problem?" General Jumonville asked without looking back.

"What are you going to use to hire Biester's mercenary team? You know, our military spending is very tight. I'm afraid we can't get enough gold to fill the greedy appetite of this mercenary leader."

"You don't have to worry about it. I accidentally got a sheepskin scroll. This thing is of little value to me and my army, but it is enough to make Biester tempted, otherwise he would not be bothered to drive the boat far away. A trip."

General Zhu Mengville turned his horse and urged the horse to trot towards the magical warship steadily sailing over the sand and the waves.

On the way, he was caught by Antonioni and Alpha on horseback. The three of them rode side by side, and soon came to the huge brass-clad warship.

The magic warship "Scibrani" sounded the loud whistle again, slowly decelerated, and finally parked outside the camp of the Jumonville Corps.

This large ship sailing on the sand attracted almost all the officers and soldiers of the sea blue, and each pair of eyes was full of surprise and curiosity.

At the same time, Joan's eagle was also attracted by the whistle.

Peeping down from high altitude, his eyes followed the straight marks left by the jet of high-pressure air flow along the way of Squiblany, and traced this magical ship all the way. Surprise and uneasiness were intertwined in his heart.

After a short period of consternation, Joan recovered in time and quickly performed "Windstorm" to inform Lieutenant Colonel Vaasa of the wonders he saw, reminding him to prepare for the arrival of the enemy's reinforcements.

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