Palin Winter Castle came to the castle platform. From here, he could see at a glance the direction of the inner city barracks - the imperial flag with black background and red patterns was flying high there, and fierce and aggressive soldiers were moving between the camps. Further away, you could see mage towers standing in the inner city area, and the mage eyes on the tower were constantly monitoring the entire area.

He raised his head again and looked at the distant West - but today the gloomy sky and the mist in the air blocked the view, and he could not see the Winter Wolf Castle, which was now in the hands of the Cecils, and of course, the longer far-reaching Fortress.

Is Andessa safe in the territory of the Cecils?

The Count of Winter Castle sighed softly and put the meaningless concern aside for the time being. Then he used his magic to communicate with several mage towers set up in the inner city, confirming that no abnormality was found in each mage's eye.

The main task of these Eyes of the Mage is not to warn the direction outside the fortress - what they are really guarding is the Knights' garrison in the fortress and several additional military camps outside the city.

The barracks were filled with fighting spirits, as well as the devout and fanatical priests and combat priests, who were the main force of this war - and the greatest consumables. Since the war started, the troops in the Winter Fort area have increased by more than six times that of normal, and now there are still new soldiers and priests running from the rear to the front line every day, making this narrow battlefield more crowded and more dangerous.

In Palin Winterburg's view, every day the magic trains transported from the rear were not troops, but fresh corpses.

Unlike ordinary "corpses", these "corpses" gathered in the Winter Castle are very easy to lose control. They are filled with fanatical impulses of thinking, and their nervous system and external perception have mutated into something that is not human. They seem to be ordinary humans on the outside, but their inner beings have long become some kind of twisted thing that cannot be understood by even dark spells.

However, in this frontline place, these dangerously distorted polluters still have a way to control - just by strictly following the rules of war, letting them promptly vent the fanatical pressure in the God world, or applying a large dose of spiritual calming agent, can suppress their impulse to destroy or slow their mutation speed, at least temporarily.

This is a dangerous state of balance, and every day is like walking on a blade, and Palin Winterburg's mission here is to maintain this fragile balance on the blade and consume these fresh "corpses" within the threshold of out-of-control situations... with the highest efficiency and the best way to do so.

He felt like a technician who controlled the burning kettle in a tartar-burning acid chemical factory. Every day he was accurately calculating the fuel and alchemy aids put into the fire. After being coldly calculated in his hands, human life was ready to be put into the burning fire at the next time the furnace door opened. He maintained the heat of these flames here, so as to gradually clear the pollution suffered by the empire, explore and weaken the power of the Cecils, collect data on the battlefield, and adjust the balance of the balance...

He knew everything he did had great significance, but he still found it disgusting.

War shouldn't have been like this - he shouldn't have been doing this.

"It's colder than I thought," a voice came from the side, awakening the somewhat distracted Earl of Winter Castle from his thoughts, "but it's hard to say which side of Aldernan or here is more unbearable-the cold here is like a blade, hard and sharp, and Aldernan's cooling is like a sludge, damp and suffocating."

The Earl of Winter Fort turned his head in the sound and nodded to Count Claymont Dart standing beside him - the Aldernan noble came to Winter Fort with the train of personnel today. In name, he was the commander of the reinforcement army, and in essence... he was also one of the "consumables" brought by the magic train.

"This winter is colder than in previous years," said the Earl of Winter Fort. "It is difficult for soldiers from the central and southern regions to adapt here. However, compared to the northern border of the Cecils, the environment here is already mild."

"Soldier..." Claymont Dart repeated the word softly, and his eyes looked into the distance and swept through the barracks with the imperial flags flying. "The Earl of Winter Castle, these are very outstanding young people, really outstanding... They should have all had a bright future, and they should not have died in this cold winter."

Palin Winterburg was silent for two seconds and said slowly: "In the face of the malice of the gods, mortals are so fragile. Our motherland needs to be reborn in the ashes, and what you see... is the price of the scorching flames."

"I only saw meaningless consumption, long tug-of-war, but I could not see any effective counterattack - whether it was a counterattack against the Cecils or a counterattack against the gods," Claymont said in a deep voice, "Tell me, what's the point of burying soldiers and priests who are contaminated by spirits in this narrow battlefield? Is this a waste of blood and poison, or is it a waste of life?"

The Earl of Winterburg looked at Claymont's eyes and nodded slowly after a long time: "I choose to believe in His Majesty's judgment."

"...What a good reason," Earl Claymont smiled, took a deep breath of cold air from the north, then turned around and slowly walked towards the exit of the platform. "I'm already standing here anyway... Leave me a good place."

Palin Winterburg watched Claymont leave slowly, narrowing his eyes slightly, and in his mind he had begun to calculate the value this "conservative opposition nobleman" could generate here and where the reinforcements he brought should be consumed.

...

On the line of the Winter Wolf Castle - Shadow Swamp, the cold wind is rolling through the rolling hills and low forests distributed along the frozen soil. Some loose snow is raised by the wind, and it is swirling on the relay piles on both sides of the railway. In the rail shield with a glimmer of light, the armored and majestic armored train Iron Throne - the Earthly Python is driving forward along the railway line at a cruise speed.

The repulsive generators on both sides of the train flashed with the runes, and the mechanical device at the connection of the repulsive point and the carriage adjusted the angle slightly, slightly speeding up the train's running speed. From the distance, the snowflakes swept by the wind passed through the shield harmlessly and were dragged into the whistling bottom of the train. On another parallel rail at a distance from the train, there was an iron scepter light armored train serving as the escort mission and was driven side by side with the "Domestic Python".

At the rear of the escort gun unit of the Iron Scepter, in the engineering car responsible for maintaining the rails, a war technician had just adjusted the valves and screws of some equipment. He raised his head from work, looked at the snow-covered plains through the narrow window embedded on one side of the car, and muttered softly: "This damn snow has finally stopped... I haven't seen a few sunny days since the middle of the fog moon."

"It's not necessarily a good thing to relax... Those Tifeng people might be more active than before," another war technician shook his head, "they have come to destroy the railway more than once, although most of the time it has no effect... but it is said that they almost successfully blow up Line 7 last time."

The war technician who had spoken before curled his lips and did not continue the topic. He came to the carriage and looked at the snowy world outside more seriously - military trains covered with armored windows and covered with steel nets. Of course, there would be no good sightseeing views for military trains. All he could see was a vertical, narrow scenery. In this scenery, the listless woods and the snow-white hilly land were quickly retreating, and in the sky further away, you could vaguely see iron gray shadows floating in the sky.

That should be another sign of snowfall—this damn winter.

"What's wrong?" asked the friend beside him casually, "What did you see?"

"There are clouds in the sky, and it looks quite large, so it may snow again," the war technician muttered, "Just from my experience, it may be a blizzard."

"Are you a machine repairer and have the experience of judging the celestial phenomena?" The partner curled his lips disdainfully, turned to look at the window on the other side of the carriage - outside the narrow and thickened glass window, the huge body of the Iron Throne-the earthly python was crawling on the track not far away, rumbled forward.

...

In the tactical section of the zodiac giant python, front-line commander Maryland was standing in front of the commander's seat, staring at the many marks on the map, on the desktop at his hand, the communication devices, drawing tools and organized data files were in an orderly manner.

After a while, Maryland suddenly raised her head and looked at the adjutant beside her: "How long will it take to arrive at the combat site?"

The adjutant immediately replied: "Arriving in the shooting area in thirty minutes - leaving the shooting area in 40 minutes."

Maryland nodded: "Well, the time is just right...I inform the arsenal section and start to pre-inject cooling water to the rainbow light generator. The power ridges at both ends are heated in advance - we will soon enter the alert range of the Tifeng people, and their reaction speed has been much faster than before."

"Yes, sir."

Maryland's attention returned to the map in front of him, and between the winding or straight lines on the map, the respective control areas of Tifeng and Cecil were intertwined like a canine.

Thirty minutes later, the Iron Throne Earthly Python will enter a specific shooting area. During the course of about ten minutes, the train will use the car-mounted rainbow cannon to launch a powerful bombardment on a certain edge stronghold on the side of Tifeng - but in fact, this distance is slightly far away, and the rainbow beam should only burn some of the enemy's exterior walls and annexes to a limited extent, and may not even have many casualties, but this is not important.

The sudden rainbow strike was enough to make the Tifeng people on the entire defense line very nervous. They will carry out large-scale mobilizations to deal with the possible formal attacks in the future, and will send a large number of reconnaissance troops to try to determine the next route of the Iron Throne and whether there are more armored trains and escort convoys nearby. After they are all busy... Iron Throne-The Earthly Python will return to the station in Shadow Swamp, where Maryland will reward itself with a cup of fragrant coffee and take a hot bath if possible - at the same time thinking about when the next armored train will depart and where the next real frontal strike will start.

As for collecting and judging data on the military operations of Tifeng people in this process... he will conduct it with the staff team.

This is what he has done frequently in recent times, and it is also one of the tactics he and General Philip have formulated together. Its core idea is to fully utilize the maneuverability of the Cecil Mechanical Legion and the ability to launch a large amount of firepower in a short period of time. Relying on several railway lines in the Winter Wolf Castle-Shadow Swamp area and the temporary forward railway, the three armored trains, Zero, the World Python and the recently launched War Citizen, are engaged in uninterrupted harassment-promotion-harassment-promotion.

The new rainbow main cannon of armored trains is powerful and has a very long range. It can cause a huge blow to the enemy at a very distant angle. Relying on this, armored trains and their escort crews continue to patrol on the railway, randomly ramming the fixed strongholds near the extreme range. The enemy will have to frequently mobilize, be tired of dealing with the battle or avoiding the attack. If they directly abandon those strongholds and keep a distance from the Iron Throne in the plains to conduct mobile operations, the tank squadrons carried on the Iron Throne will immediately enter the battlefield for maneuvering harvesting, or simply evacuate, consuming the enemy's energy.

If the Tifeng people retreated in the overall front line during this process, the engineering team accompanying the armored trains would immediately start to act - laying the "Forward Railway" to further broaden the scope of activities of the Iron Throne, and setting up temporary stations and energy transfer stations to provide magical supplies for tanks and infantry - if the Tifeng people sit idly, then the Cecil Legion could build a large number of crisscrossing defense nets and solid fortifications in the new occupied areas within a week.

And if the Tifeng people didn't want to watch all this happen, then they could only fight back against the Cecil-occupied area while paying a huge price.

Initially, Maryland would choose to fight against the tifeng people who were fearless of death, but after realizing that the morale of those who were constant and fearless of life and death, and had a huge scale, could cause huge damage to the mechanical team once they fought back, he chose another plan: if the tifeng people retaliate, then fight with them for a while, and immediately retreat once the results were achieved. The mechanized army's movement speed on the railway line was beyond the reach of conventional infantry. The Iron Throne, which carried out "harassment-propulsion", and its affiliated corps were soon able to retreat to the artillery positions and the protection area of ​​the permanent fortifications, and the only thing the enemy could do was to destroy those unfinished fortifications and the temporary "Forward Railway".

This loss was almost negligible for Cecil's engineer troops.

Such advancement can be endless - if it weren't for the imperial capital's order, Maryland felt that before the end of the fog moon, he could have completely relied on this improved version of the "steel propulsion" tactic to flatten the entire Winter Fort defense line step by step, and even advanced all the way to Aldernan...

But the imperial capital finally gave orders... At least at this stage, the empire had no intention of attacking Aldernan.

Maryland breathed softly.
Chapter completed!