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August 6, 1666 (mday+127)
Jena Outer Front
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"Conti? Fox."
Sid Nasser, the twelfth Minister of Security of the Holy Koman Empire, had a stern expression on his face as he silently recited this name.
"Current Commander-in-Chief of the Free Army, Marshal of the Republic, and Chairman of the General Staff Council."
Looking from here, the terrain gradually became higher, and the opponent's huge camp stood on a high point at the end of the undulating slopes, close to the endlessly flowing King's River. The lives of thousands of people are laid out on this slope, forever parked between the arrays on both sides.
"Accumulated meritorious service in the Third Freedom War and was promoted to the combat staff of the 9th Gunsan Division. In the Fourth Freedom War, he served as the Lieutenant General Commander of the 1st Republic Division and served as two officers on the northern flank of Kengal. He organized a defense with a division of troops and defeated our army's three legions of 80,000 reinforcements. During the battle, he took over the position of the highest commander of the Free Army."
He did not use the empire＊s customary ※rebels§ and ※counter-insurgency wars§ to remember this person＊s resume, because it was a legend. Legends don't have to care what their opponents say.
"And that's his flag, the flag of freedom."
In the distance of sight is the Liberty Flag, a flag riddled with bullet holes and scars. There is a saying that the number of bullet holes on the Liberty Flag is the same as the total number of autonomous states in the republics. Under the flag, there is Conti Fox and his army.
Sid took a step forward, his movements serious and respectful.
"You are a great general, you are the creator of the current adversity, and you are the challenge we will face."
He softly repeated the doctrine of the first minister of the Royal Security Department: "Since the establishment of the Royal Security Department, we have been fighting in adversity. We never avoid adversity, because avoidance can never solve the problem. We always only believe in ourselves."
The emperor's military formation separated from it, revealing a path for their commanders to advance. The soldiers of the Feigota Brigade watched his figure and saluted with military salutes.
He pointed at the flag with his index finger and ordered, "Majia, tell me the distance."
The green-haired ghost witch completed the calculation indifferently and threw out the answer: "Four hundred and fifty meters. Six teleportation spells."
"Four hundred and fifty meters," Sid raised his left index finger, "Okay, follow me. Then, for the first time, teleport."
He took the first step, which covered a long distance. Magia used her disembodied arms to tightly hook Sid's neck, calculating the speed, distance and direction ahead for him.
There are still three hundred and seventy meters left.
The invisible wind filled Sid＊s original location, and his body appeared among the corpses.
This was once the front line of resistance for the Imperial Army, and it was also the end that the Free Army's shooting could reach. The corpses of the soldiers from both armies had begun to stiffen and were connected into several irregular lines. He could hear the groans of the severely wounded.
"The second time, teleportation."
Taking the second step, there are still two hundred and ninety meters.
Sid stood on the top of the Woban trench, watching the enemy's retreating skirmishers crawling and struggling to escape towards their position.
Several temporarily formed small battle groups tried to resist. They were fighting against the pursuing cavalry of the Overlord Brigade. Sid stared at the front of the Free Army: there were some small-scale movements, and it seemed that some people were beginning to notice this conspicuous intruder, but not many yet.
"The third time, teleportation."
There are still two hundred and twenty meters left. This distance is the farthest range of the musket platoon, and only a few magically protected guns can accurately hit the opponent at this distance.
This time, he did not let the wind naturally fill the vacuum left after his disappearance. The air pressure overlapped, and a huge roar sounded, like thunder and lightning passing through the low sky.
"Is this for Victor von Gurick?" Magia asked.
※Even so,§ the Minister of Security replied.
The senior mage Gulik, who had just died on the southern front, discovered the existence of vacuum and restored the "ancient" version of teleportation magic. Simply removing the part from the spell that swaps air to fill its original location can turn nearby air into a rapid turbulence. This is the magic that Sid is using now.
This time the enemy officers could no longer ignore such obvious signs. In their understanding, this would obviously be a precursor to a large-scale attack.
The non-commissioned officers of each platoon roared, and the bagpipes and whistles in their ranks sounded: "All of them! Load, aim, but don't fire!"
? ?Jade ignored them and just continued to take that unshakable step. He didn't feel like he was walking on a battlefield littered with corpses, but rather like he was walking in the courtyard of the Ministry of Security building. It was not a beautiful place, but for the members of the security department, it was a safe and relaxing environment.
"The fourth time, teleportation."
This time the transmission distance is much shorter, still 180 meters.
Still a vacuum, still a thunderous noise.
No one knows who was first frightened by the thunder and fired the first bullet in a panic; but as long as there is the first bullet, there will be the second and third bullets.
In an instant, almost everyone ignored the officer's scolding and fired their muskets.
The first wave of gunfire went off without any order!
?〞Naturally, it has no effect. As the Minister of Security, Sid is familiar with the maximum range of the opponent's various types of guns, and naturally this distance has been carefully estimated.
Majiya promptly provided new information: "At least two people on the Free Army front who opened fire without authorization were shot dead by officers."
Sid sighed, and after judging the poor training level of this unit, he took the next step.
"The fifth time, teleportation."
Sid adjusted the teleportation magic to the "extended range" state, directly crossing the entire effective shooting area.
After the roar, there are still seventy meters.
This is the center of the enemy array, all magic is ready, and all bullets are loaded. He raised his right arm, and the tip of the magic wand spurted out flames. The Free Army soldiers exclaimed, and the queue was also a little chaotic.
"The sixth time, teleport. The seventh time, teleport. The eighth time, teleport."
? Continuous roar, one shot after another. The three teleportation positions were all in the gaps in the opponent's array, and his appearance immediately widened these gaps.
The number of non-commissioned officers in this unit is obviously insufficient. They are unable to control the reflexive shooting and formation chaos of the soldiers under their command. Too much ammunition and magic weapons are wasted in the roaring vacuum turbulence.
Sid＊s attack magic was useless. He only used teleportation magic to disrupt the entire reserve team＊s formation. If the spirit of the great magician von Gurick in heaven knew about it, he would definitely be very pleased: the ancient teleportation magic actually has such a use!
The gap in the ranks of the Free Army has become terrifyingly large: now any cavalry charge or infantry charge can cut this army in two.
"The last time, teleportation."
Forget all volleys, volleys, and free fires, all magic, magic, and triggered magic devices, all confusion of enemy forces and friendly forces waiting to attack. back.
The Minister of Security takes the final step. He stopped like a real soldier, taking simple and quick steps, heels hitting each other, and standing in front of the flag of freedom.
?Zero meters.
To his surprise, there was no headquarters under the flag of freedom, but a clean plain with not even a few guardsmen; only a young commander with dazzling badges stood on the ground holding a battle flag. center.
The young officer was loudly ordering to restore order around him. Even when he saw Sid's arrival, he did not draw his weapon - although he carried a seemingly powerful black revolver on his waist, which was enough to suppress the entire army. The collapse of the front. After the officer had given all the orders and sent out all the messengers, he turned around and faced the opponent's general alone.
Sid nodded, showing slight approval. He did not take action immediately, but bowed politely to the lonely flag bearer.
? Then he asked the question.
"It seems that Mr. Conti Fox is not here. Are you commanding this force?"
He didn't care if he got the answer.
After hearing the question, Naimen Soleton took a deep breath and adjusted his mentality. As long as he remained calm, he believed that not only would he have a chance to survive, but he would also have a chance to delay for a little longer.
During his tenure as combat staff officer, he read all the information accumulated by the staff department. He knew who the man in front of him was and his fighting style. People in the Royal Security Department have always had a heroic tradition of never evading and taking all responsibilities.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Fox is still behind. I am commanding this force - but before that, you have to introduce yourself first to meet the etiquette of a gentleman, right? We are not barbarians."
Hearing these words, Sid smiled: "The twelfth Minister of Security of the Holy Koman Empire, Sid Na."??. "
The young man opposite＊s breathing stagnated slightly, but then returned to normal: ※It is indeed you. What advice do you have, Minister?§
The captain＊s command was very strict, and his formation and tactics were nothing surprising, but his courage and speaking style were quite interesting. The Minister of Security wanted to chat more with this hostile young man. He crossed his arms in front of him, gently tapped the root of the metal staff with his remaining hand, and continued to ask: "It turns out that the Free Army can pretend to be promoted." I really didn＊t expect to raise the commander＊s flag. This time, just think of it as my duty to implement the military regulations for you. Your name is Captain?§
"Naymen. Naymen? Captain Solayton."
Now every extra minute of delay gives the troops one more minute to restore order - Naimen nervously considered countermeasures, "I'm sorry, as a free country, we don't stick to the distinction of status like you do. Of course you can't think of us style of conduct.§
"No, no, what I'm saying is that I didn't expect that your officer shortage would be so severe that Conti Fox would agree to give the marshal flag to a low-level officer like you." Sid shook his head and hit the nail on the head. He pointed out the weakness of the Free Army, "Although the act of unfurling the marshal's flag under false pretense may seem a bit reckless at first glance, it is actually the most effective way to stabilize the position. If the flag is lowered now, the entire army will surely collapse. .Do you still have enough veterans?§
Naimen, whose weakness was directly pointed out by the other party, took a step back in shock and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.
"If this is your idea, you are not afraid of death; if this is the Marshal's idea, you are very unlucky. I can give you a chance to regret it, as long as you lower this flag."
Sid glanced at the enemy's array: It's actually still a long time before reorganization, and the gap is still so big. He was confident: no matter how hard the young man struggled to reorganize the troops, all efforts would be in vain the moment the flag was lowered.
But he somewhat admires this kind of person who dares to take responsibility and is not afraid of death: Sid Naser is also a man who rose from the bottom of society through hard work. He is not even a noble. He seemed to see his own shadow in the young man with slightly trembling knees in front of him.
Naimen took a deep breath, knowing that the time was coming. It was impossible for the two of them to continue chatting like this.
"Surrender? Let me think about it."
The Minister of Security swung his right arm back and began to prepare for the final blow to end this battle. "I'll give you one more minute to think about it."
"The Royal Security Department seems to be an organization composed of people who never retreat." Naimen loosened his grip on the flagpole and bargained with a smile, "I am always facing enemies that are much stronger than me. If If I surrender, will there be a chance to get a higher military rank?"
Hearing his delaying bargaining, Sid suddenly became interested: "We have always been fair. If you hand over the teleportation point from Jena to Lenny to us, I will agree to your terms."
This time Naimen took a breath of cold air. As a combat consultant, he did know that there was a well-established small transmission point leading from Jena to the inner city of Lunni - but how did the other party know that he knew? The only explanation is that the other party already knew his resume when he heard him announce his name as "Naimen Solayton" What kind of intelligence capabilities and memory does the Royal Security Department have?
"I can give it a try, but there are still a thousand elite soldiers here, and there are more than ten thousand defenders in the military camp-"
Sid sighed slightly: He understood what the captain was thinking. If "The Bell" was still there, he could choose to protect his soul, but now he can't.
The Minister of Security quietly raised the arm studded with a staff, while also guarding against the officer's desperate counterattack. To be a captain at such a young age, he must be a magic officer.
He was not wrong. Almost at the same time as he was about to fire, Nemen Solayton's right foot slammed on the ground, and a well-covered pit appeared behind him.
"-So, you should know that this will not be your alone war. It will never be."
Before Sid could react, he lay down and rolled into the pit without forgetting to drop the last sentence.
"Good luck, Mr. Minister."
He threw his right hand with all his strength and threw the magic bracelet with the command recorded into the air. The bracelet burst out with dazzling yellow light, accompanied by a brief but loud command -
"All firepower, aim, fire!"
Sid's flame cone shot out from the wand and passed through the air in front of his eyes, turning the magic bracelet into ashes.
The fingers of Naimen＊s right hand were also affected by the flames, although onlyIt was two fingers, but the pain in these two fingers still made him groan.
But he still gritted his teeth and laughed: He had bought time.
If Sid looked back now, he would be able to see all twelve organ volleys hidden in the military formation, as well as the 480 barrels they possess!
These bulky weapons have a large number of barrels arranged densely together on huge racks, with a total weight of more than one ton. Considering that it can only provide a firepower advantage of no more than thirty seconds on the battlefield, it is completely impossible for the firearms force to rely on this experimental weapon as its main combat force - but in terms of firepower density, a pipe organ volley gun can outperform a Company of infantry.
The place where the two of them were standing was at the end of the entire phalanx. Naimen was betting that the arrogant enemy general would not scout the area he had passed through, nor would he expect that he would turn the muzzles of so many powerful organ volley guns backwards. ambush.
Those chaotic front lines happened to be the best cover for him to mobilize his troops: the originally dense formation quietly spread out, opening up the firing line for the organ platoon.
Bullets rained down like a rainstorm. The organ muskets roared and rent the atmosphere.
All the gun barrels fired at the same time, and the barrage of shooting immediately enveloped the entire empty field where the flag was!
But Sid Naser did not look back. Only his hat was hit by the impact of the lead bullet and flew into the air.
The Minister of Security squatted down on one leg, unfolded the defensive shield behind his back, and pointed the staff on his right arm into the foxhole. The muscles of his upper arm were twitching, and the magic power on the staff continued to pour out!
Until then, he was surprised to find that what the captain prepared was not a foxhole, but an entire trench covered with phantom magic. The young officer's speed in escaping made him speechless and secretly admired him.
Naimen almost used his hands and feet to escape from Sid's attack range by rolling and crawling along the trench. Facing the magic power of a super-high-level mage with at least an Adamantine Badge, his chance of surviving the first all-out attack spell was only one in 20.
Sid didn't say anything, but the female ghost beside him, Majia, burst out laughing: "He is wearing a full set of military rank and decoration identifiers. It turns out that it's not that he is not afraid of death, but that he has already prepared a complete set of escape plans. ah?"
"I won't be fooled and chase him." Sid replied, completely ignoring the huge and unstoppable push behind him, "I just want the flag of freedom."
The kinetic energy of the volley of bullets shook his protective magic. From time to time, lead bullets broke through the shield and hit his uniform, but they still fell off like hitting an iron plate, leaving only a small dent.
The Minister of Security took advantage of this push and rushed forward a few steps, stretching out his remaining hand to grab the flagpole of the freedom flag.
Then, a ray of light shot out from the shadow cast by the flag and caught his eyes.
Sid＊s first reaction was that it was sunlight falling from the man-made bullet holes in the Freedom Flag.
But the sun won＊t be that bright.
The new weapons of the Free Army are not only the pipe organ volley, but also a pipe organ called "Dragon Slaying Melody"! It is said that it can kill even dragons and suppress artillery positions. It is naturally easy to use it to beat people.
???????????????????????????????????? From the time Qiang Operator formed the team, the huge magic group was controlled by the music, floating in the air like bubbles -
Now the beautiful iridescent soap bubbles burst to the changing music.
It＊s not that Sid hasn＊t thought about how to deal with that terrifying magic group. He had been preparing several mirror magic spells to buy time when he was locked by the music; but he did not expect that the other party's magic was not aimed at him, but at the Freedom Flag itself!
"As long as someone gets close to the Freedom Flag at all costs, you will let go of all your magic control and pour it towards the Freedom Flag."
This is what Nemen Solayton told Metty who controlled the organ. From the beginning, he had no intention of preserving the flag of liberty. From the beginning, he only wanted a suitable bait when asking for this thing, a bait that would not be suspected by the other party. Although he is not a magic genius, he is an out-and-out genius at mobilizing all available resources to set traps.
The flag of liberty burned, and all the beams that lit it carried the melody of death.
The rainbow-colored magic beam passed directly through the flag itself and hit Sid Nasser along the flagpole. All the protective magic on the Security Minister's body was concentrated behind him, leaving him defenseless in front of him, and the induced mirroring spell was useless.
The notes came like a strong wind. The magic of the organ trembles, vibrating light and shadow.
No, it can＊t be said to be defenseless. Sid's expression remained unchanged. He was grabbing the left side of the flagpole.He closed his hand, pointed the staff in his right hand towards the sky, and whispered the final spell just in case: "Chain of Mirror Image!"
The entire staff embedded in his right arm lit up with a dazzling blue light, and all the magic gems and circuits on it exploded one by one. In the end, even the staff itself was shattered into ashes. The muscles on his right arm were torn again, and blood flowed down the broken arm.
Countless mirror clones rushed towards the rainbow. Each clone collided with a magic beam and annihilated each other. Each of Sid's phantoms could only hold one or two beams, but this bought him time for his next move. The exchange ratio of magic power made him heartbroken: each of these mirror images should have been able to induce at least a dozen iridescent light beams.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Sid chanted the flying technique as fast as he could, preparing to make a final effort against the flag that became more damaged.
The first round of shooting behind him ended, and the huge momentum suddenly disappeared. Without hesitation, Sid transferred all the magic shields in front of him to block the rainbow beam from the front.
And what Naimen has been planning is the moment when all the opponent's magic is used up.
※Let＊s do it, Annie No. 2!§
He gave the order while running away in the tunnel with his head in his hands.
She transformed into a demon and responded to the call. She had been waiting in the tunnel for a long time and released all her abilities.
The long nails turned into devil's claws. These sharp weapons stretched out from the index, middle and ring fingers of her hands, like six thin long swords.
A pair of beautiful legs exploded with jumping ability that was definitely not belonging to humans, allowing this graceful figure to fly straight into the air. Six black wings spread out from behind, breaking through the military uniform, and flew to a higher height than Sid under the blessing of flying magic - and stayed accurately behind him.
This time Sid turned around. He looked at the woman in front of him, "surprise" and "puzzle" flashed across his pupils.
The demon summoned by Annie did not give him time to react, nor did he say any nonsense. He just used the pair of sharp claws belonging to the incarnated demon to cross and cut him down without hesitation.
All the clones disappeared like bubbles under these multiple slashes.
Sid Naser was hit by this blow and flew sideways. His body under the influence of flying magic seemed to have no weight at all. The distinguished body of the Minister of Security spun and fell, leaving deep marks on the ground before rolling into the last ditch at the foot of the outer protective wall of the camp.
More rainbow-colored beams of light chased the body, and the incarnated devil also rushed towards the ditch without hesitation.
This scene made everyone fall silent.
In the emperor's position, this kind of silence is full of indescribable depression.
The planned attack wave has been prepared, but no one has moved forward. The order they received was to "attack when the Liberty Flag falls" -
But the terrifying security minister was beaten until his life or death was unknown in front of such a small army, and the damaged freedom flag was still hanging there proudly!
They didn＊t even notice that the commander of the Free Army＊s strong operations was crawling out of the trench in disgrace.
"Although we don't know whether Sid died or escapedbut we actually succeeded?"
Captain Thorleyton pinched himself to make sure he was not dreaming. Indeed not.
He had already prepared the next order in his mind several times when he was conceiving the plan - but he never thought he would actually have the chance to say it out loud.
"Everyone, we have defeated Sid Nasser! We have defeated the Minister of Security!"
He was answered with overwhelming cheers.
Every soldier saw that scene, and they had no doubt. The fact that the Minister of Security did not immediately climb out of the trench again speaks volumes.
"What are you waiting for? Operate hard, move forward, shoot, move forward, and shoot again!"
The opponent has collapsed, and the Free Army, which has superior strength, has begun to reorganize. Naimen roughly estimated that in addition to strong operations, he should have at least 3,500 to 4,000 reorganized troops. These people are not capable of attacking the neatly formed Governor's Brigade, but they can break through the 7th Brigade. The defense line of the miscellaneous troops is more than adequate.
In front of Naimen, only the military governor's brigade, which had been temporarily leaderless, remained. The 7th Brigade, which has been completely dispersed, is not a serious problem; there is another unit whose flag is not in the identification list, but it does not seem to have more than a thousand troops.
"The reconstruction battalions follow up and cover the general attack!"
As long as we win here, the main force on the northern front can return to support. With this military exploit, he felt that he?There is no need to lead the troops to carry out such dangerous missions. They should be able to wait for the end of the war as a general reserve force, and then retire after receiving a hefty bonus.
"In the face of this achievement, no matter how much retirement pay I want, I should be able to get it, right? It would be better if I could catch a commander"
He looked at the command flag on the opposite side and recalled the information. The official flag was the 7th Imperial Brigade and the Warlord Brigade. The flag he didn't recognize had the coat of arms of the Elector Fergotta family; this proved that there should be at least one person named Fergotta in the enemy camp, and this person was very Possibly the second-ranking commander of the Imperial Army. He should be a confidant of the Imperial Minister of State, Naimen thought. He was not confident that he could catch the Minister of Security, dead or alive; but it shouldn't be that difficult to catch a noble, right?
"The target is the left wing of the Feigota Brigade and the Overlord Brigade in the center! Charge!"
He determines the direction in which the troops will advance. The captain began to look forward to the scene of him carrying at least one enemy brigade flag and receiving cheers from the entire army in the sunset.
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