For a long time, the Margrave of Frankfurt did not say a word.
By doing this, they will completely lose their reputation in the aristocratic circle. The Principality of Kremut will send strong men to clear out these fugitives, so that Saint Wenlair can keep it.
Even if we defeat the army of gods in the future, we will not take in a noble like the Marquis of Frankfurt who betrayed his family. It would be too dangerous.
Earl Cromwell just looked at him quietly, looking at the lord who guarded the important border city, without saying a word.
A few minutes later, the Marquis of Frankfurt stood up, picked up the gloves from the table next to him, and slowly put them on his hands.
Earl Cromwell's eyes followed the movements of the Marquis of Frankfurt: "Where are you going?"
"Go to the city wall again."
"Your Excellency's personal visits to the front lines can indeed inspire the soldiers, but in the current situation, the morale you bring by going to the front lines too frequently may not be enough to make up for the dangers you will face."
The Marquis of Frankfurt turned his back to Earl Cromwell, and his steps stopped for half a second, but in the end he said nothing and walked out of the study.
Earl Cromwell quietly watched the direction in which the Marquis of Frankfurt left. After a long time, he said softly:
"The Republic of Chil? Is the situation of little Duke Thoros saved?"
As long as little Duke Soros is alive, the principality will continue to exist.
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The collective of evil giants has changed.
A small hill in the eastern part of the Franklin area is the only high point within dozens of miles and is called Highland No. 1.
The sky was overcast, the wind was howling, and artillery fire was roaring.
A large number of evil giants wandering from the eastern region are running wildly on the plains. Those swollen and deformed terrifying monsters move wildly, passing over the plains and rushing over the hills. Some rush into the distance, and some attack the legion's defense line.
The dazzling magic attack illuminated the polluted plain in the dim skylight, and on Highland No. 1, which supported the important node of the defense line, the artillery fire was non-stop.
Covering an area of less than 500 square meters of high ground, a full 150 120mm mortars were deployed.
The continuous artillery fire even made the ground tremble slightly.
A Rionist Army company commander wearing green and blue-patterned bulletproof armor stood behind the bunker, observing the situation on the battlefield with a telescope.
This telescope is not an ordinary telescope, but is engraved with a night vision magic circuit, so it can be used clearly even at night.
Continuous explosion shock waves covered the frenzied army of gods, and countless twisted and mutilated limbs were blasted into the sky every minute. However, against the background of the dim skylight, there were still countless monsters coming from behind.
Coming from afar, they fell pointlessly on this line of death.
The company commander closed the telescope. Since a magic circuit was attached, it naturally required a supply of magic power. There was also a coal crystal the size of a baby's fist in the corner of the telescope. He put the telescope into a special protective box and turned around to leave the bunker.
Naturally, this kind of telescope cannot be owned by him as a company commander. It can only be equipped by the artillery battalion commander. Ordinary infantry regiments can only have it at the commander level. The main reason is that it is too troublesome to engrave the magic circuit.
The commander's loud roar came from nearby: "Stop firing from the No. 2 artillery position and let the artillery cool down. Start firing from the No. 3 artillery position!"
"The No. 1 artillery position is on standby!"
The company commander quickly passed through the busy artillery positions and supply tunnels. The sound of weapons firing and instructions filled his side. He passed a sentry and walked towards a tall man wearing a knight's insignia and a black background with white stripes on his shoulders.
The caped knight.
"Battal Commander! The enemy's offensive has been contained, and they have been suppressed outside the defense line!" The company commander gave a military salute to the commander in front of him and said quickly: "But those monsters showed no signs of retreating and had no discipline.
Traces, showing a state of complete madness."
The battalion commander nodded and took back the telescope. The reason why he lent it to the company commander was because the company commander was an artilleryman with a serious academic background, and he was just here to gild the knight commander. When his force was not needed to suppress the formation,
He will not give blind orders to a technical arm such as the artillery force.
"Continue to consolidate the defense line on the west side. No matter how many they come, they must be eliminated on the line of fire. We have sufficient supplies and personnel."
"Yes, battalion commander."
The company commander took the order and left, while the battalion commander took a look at the situation on the battlefield, then turned and walked towards the command post barracks.
Battalion Commander Norton whipped out his knight's sword and looked at the sky, where a team was flying towards the artillery position.
Because the enemy has no air power, there is no air defense power at all except for machine gun positions placed at a few strategic locations.
"Immediately set up all the machine guns to defend against incoming enemies from the air." Norton used his fighting spirit to strengthen his voice, and his voice immediately echoed throughout the entire position.
Although he didn't understand the artillery theory, he still had to learn new era infantry tactics. He had heard the instructor say that heavy machine guns could be set up to temporarily act as anti-aircraft weapons at critical moments.
"Little Norton, don't be nervous, we are back."
A familiar voice came back from the flying team, making Norton breathe a sigh of relief.
He knew that voice very well. It was the family patriarch Kuwait Norton, known as Old Norton. He was Norton's grandfather and a knight mentor.
Old Norton is a strong man who has successfully broken through to the mentor level with the help of Amuro in the past two years. He is one of the established nobles in the Dortmund area.
"It's one of our own!"
Little Duke Thoros was slightly in a trance as he looked at the orderly artillery positions and the evil giants that were constantly being destroyed.
He had always known that the thermal weapons of the Chel Republic were very powerful, but he never expected them to be so powerful.
A small highland with no city walls and a total strength of less than 2,000 people easily blocked the attack of tens of thousands of evil giants.
Not only was little Duke Thoros surprised, but the remaining soldiers guarding the main city of Rosov were even more shocked. It was precisely because they had fought head-on with the Abominable Giant that they knew more about the power of the Abominable Giant.
Now that they count the remaining troops, there are less than a thousand people. Only with the assistance of the magisters, flying at low altitude and using invisibility magic, the evil giant who had lost his mind did not attack them. Only after entering the artillery position, he was
The artillery position was discovered by reconnaissance magic and had no choice but to appear. If they hadn't landed quickly enough, they would have been beaten to ashes by the abominable giant below.
At its peak, the Thoros Army had an army of 200,000, but now there are less than a thousand left, of which 300 are still the magicians who have been protecting the back. Only these less than 600 are truly alive.
However, among the remaining 600 people, all of them are elites who have experienced many battles. The worst ones are fourth-level professionals, and even those who are weak in strength will be dead.