Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Six minutes.

It was only six minutes.

Six minutes was enough to do something?

To the war, six minutes was long and short.

The commander of the Twilight Expeditionary Force, the Lord of Dawn Light, Sylvan Keller. This elf with outstanding military contributions had been in battle for a long time. To him, war was a mixture of calm and glory, a boring and magnificent entanglement, a long march, a patient stalemate, repeated probing, and an instantaneous exchange of wind and lightning.

The bombardment and killing of sharp arrows, warhorses, spears, and spells in just a few minutes might determine the direction and even outcome of a battle. Before this, it was a long preparation and foreshadowing process. It was a test attack time and time again, a repeated tug-of-war, patience, waiting, and sacrifice.

In a salon, he vividly compared this process to some indescribable private exercise. Generally speaking, the more detailed one's investigation in the early stages was, the more detailed one's understanding of the enemy was, the stronger one was, the better the weapons and equipment they used, the more detailed they took care of, and the more thoughtful they were when interspersing and setting up mobility formations, the more durable and satisfying the ultimate experience one could obtain in the final battle.

Moreover, he obtained an unprecedented sense of control and satisfaction.

Moreover, his opponent was convinced.

At that time, Lord of Dawn Light's words received the cheers, laughter, and enthusiastic applause of the officers, as well as the reproachful appearance and flirtatious glance of the mistress of the salon.

In the subsequent in-depth communication, he had indeed passed through patient preparation, waiting, and work on a private battlefield and obtained a hearty victory, as well as the sincere submission and joy of his opponent--that was a long time ago.

His usual high-spirited and sharp aura had gradually settled.

He had experienced more wars and won more victories. He knew war like the back of his hand, so much so that he could be precise in many details.

Six minutes.

Six minutes was enough for a well-trained elite arrow regiment soldier to shoot at least 90 Feather Light Arrows under the premise of maintaining his breathing frequency, guaranteeing his physical fitness, and continuous combat ability.

It could also allow an impact cavalry to complete acceleration and fight with all his might.

It could allow a combat mage to construct 12 intermediate power attack spells.

This data was placed in a battle. It was the covered shooting of the arrow regiment like a storm, the unstoppable charge of the cavalry army, and the long-range dense attack of the mage support team.

The commander who understood and grasped these details would obtain victory.

He tried his best to grasp these details and art and understand the extent to which his subordinates could do it in a certain period of time. He continuously learned, understood, understood, and understood his side and the enemy. He understood what his subordinates could do at the critical moment and what his enemies could do.

Until today.

He learned new things.

Six minutes.

Six minutes was enough to do something?

Three Dragoons, two regimental Pegasus Knights, three regimental Horned Eagle Knights, and 200 aerial combat mages. This air army that was gathered together and broke through the siege of the strong city at lightning speed could turn the situation around in six minutes and delay the operation of the indestructible city defense.

He could also be killed by an alchemical weapon in six minutes and suffer heavy casualties and completely lose his combat strength.

Six minutes was very long, enough for a local intense battle to determine the winner. Six minutes was also very short, so much so that all the orders to deploy reinforcements and military changes could only be coordinated and conveyed layer by layer on the command chain. Sylvan Keller could only watch helplessly as dragons were shot down to the ground, but he was helpless.

This was the charm or pain of war.

A few minutes ago, he was still confident of victory and the situation was good. The army attacked the city wall of Red Maple City and victory was imminent. The praise and awe of his subordinates created a brand new form of war. In the next moment, the situation changed. The steel wings raised a sound wave tide and roared on the battlefield.

The powerful air force that the council had urgently transferred to him was instantly reduced to ashes.

Stunned was no longer enough to explain the commander's current mood. His calm heart was frozen. Even if he was old and had experienced hundreds of battles, he had fallen into a short shock and confusion.

They launched another battle and a beheading raid on Red Maple City. The council was also sufficiently prepared. Goethe's resistance was not worth mentioning. What was worth paying attention to was the deterrence from Kang De.

Therefore, they unsealed the previous Phoenix King's air attack magic device, so they secretly mobilized an unprecedented air force battle group. The ambition of the council was not only to take down Goethe but also to let that Cathayan die under Red Maple City. Their plan was perfect. Once Kang De appeared, they would send the air force led by the Dragoon to entangle him and let the air attack magic device lock and attack.

Now, the air force in charge of the fight mission had almost been completely destroyed.

This meant that the council had completely underestimated Kang De's strength. This powerful air force could not stop the terrifying speed of that alchemical weapon at all. This guy was actually stronger than land in the sky!

Moreover, there was more than one piece of bad news.

He could no longer maintain his composure and roared, "Is Stonehenge not done yet?! Do those idiotic alchemists and sorcerers want to be court-martialed?!"

The Deputy Chief of Staff also had a cold sweat on his face, "They don't know why! There's no problem with the magic patterns and elemental circuits of the Stonehenge. They were transported here from home and tested three times along the way. There's no malfunction at all. The magic devices of the Phoenix King Marge's era have always been famous for being huge and stable..."

"I don't care about any of this!" The commander roared. "Why is our air force being slaughtered while Stonehenge only watches helplessly?!"

"...They can't understand at all and can only come to an unbelievable conclusion."

"What?"

"...Stonehenge refuses to shoot."

"What did you say?"

"Stonehenge refuses to shoot at Kang De."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Deputy Chief of Staff's collar was grabbed. Sylvan Keller's eyes widened as he hissed, "Our magic device? The inheritance of the Phoenix King, Marge? Refusing to shoot a Cathayan? Can you tell me why? Could it be that the Easterner is her lover?!"

"...Watch your words and please calm down! This is disrespectful!"

"D*mn your disrespect!"

Lord of Dawn Light let go of his subordinate's collar weakly. He looked in the direction of Red Maple City in a daze.

The previous battle only happened in the sky. Although the air force was almost destroyed, the strength on the ground had not been lost. The battle was still controlled by the expeditionary army. Several sections of the city wall had fallen, and the main army was setting off into the city. His army still held an overwhelming advantage, and victory was still close.

However, he felt waves of unease and even panic.

This was because before the owner of the steel wings swept through the sky of Red Maple City, several battle reports had already appeared. Be it the servant army of the satellite country or the trump card legion of the Twilight Dynasty that could be said to be elite, the defense line and interception of the armies were crushed head-on without any ability to resist.

He muttered, "Who can tell me now how this war should end?"

The entire continent knew that after the battle of Valentine, the elves had chosen peace, but the council had passed the Empress and directly ordered a surprise attack. It would be fine if they won, but if they lost...

He did not dare to imagine what would happen.

Just as he did not dare to imagine what would happen next.

However, at this moment, a rumbling dragon roar sounded from the sky.

The knight in the air swept over, raising a terrifying sound wave. It was the bell of death.

"...He's here!"

This terrifying and strange scream was too obvious and no elf could ignore it. Many soldiers had also seen the battle in the city earlier. It was very far away and they could not see the details, but they could see their companions fall one by one, and the steel wings were still swimming in the sky.

Now, the enemy was rushing over.

The brave warriors roared in revenge.

Then, he awkwardly discovered that it was too high.

It was so high that the spears and arrows could not reach it.

Moreover, very quickly.

Even the wind, ice spikes, and lightning raised by the mages could not capture them.

From Sylvan Keller onwards, all the officers, soldiers, and mages waited nervously as if facing a great enemy. This was a powerful and unheard of enemy. The most terrifying thing was that you did not know his attack method or what form of attack he would send or die.

He did not even know what his goal was.

Before the first wave of death arrived, they could only wait, in pain and helplessness.

Such treatment had not been experienced by the invincible elf army for a long time.

The Transformer whistled through the sky.

Through the auxiliary aiming helmet, Kang De observed the situation on the ground.

He also looked down. The elves' military formation was like a neat and vast metal wave. It was layered and endless. The division of labor was clear, and the dispatch was methodical and orderly. He saw the mobility of the cavalry and the change in the arrow formation. The light of spells continuously rose from the distant array and exploded below, splashing with light. However, no matter what attack it was, it could not catch up to the terrifying speed of continuously breaking through to Mach 2.

The elves could not follow their thoughts at all.

"Target confirmed?"

"Target confirmed."

"How do I throw the bomb?"

"Without satellite guidance, I have to control it. However, it's not a big problem. In addition, considering the possible interception methods of the elves and the precise hit, we have to use a relatively conservative method."

"It's your decision."

"Yes, it's connected to the onboard power source. The bomb has been preheated and activated. It's undergoing a self-examination and entering the coordinates."

The steel wings descended from the sky with a rolling dragon roar.

"His goal is the long-range attack position of the mages!"

Sylvan Keller's expression changed drastically. He roared through the short-range communication device, "Defend with all your might! Disperse!"

The chief of the mages who were exquisite in their business and had extremely high military literacy had long given orders. The mages joined forces to set up small icicles and electric balls everywhere, trying to make the enemy collide with a solid object floating in the air at an extremely high speed and destroy themselves.

This was the most perfect response, but their enemy had already transcended his understanding and combined spatial teleportation with lightning-like speed. That was unsolvable mobility.

The fighter plane flew up and down, shuttled back and forth, or slowed down. Through Kang De's timely extraction, it passed through the interception of the air defense network and the dragon roar descended from the sky.

The chief of the mages roared, "Defense!"

The mage troops in charge of long-range spell support were gathered together! The elemental concentration phenomenon could increase the power of spells and be convenient to unify and command, preventing the mages from fighting separately. Maintaining a relatively close distance to the position was not only convenient to build the defense of the position with alchemy, but it could also better combine the strength of the mages to intercept enemy attacks and launch long-range volleys. They could also join forces to support a tough shield like now.

The violent atmospheric wind shield condensed like a hurricane.

At the same time, Horus said in a low voice, "JDAM, cast!"

Two 2,000-pound GBU-31 JDAM joint attack ammunition left.

The extremely high initial speed of swooping down made these two bombs that weighed a ton and had a charge of 429 kilograms whistle down. They blasted towards the ground almost without any deviation and the atmospheric divine shield.

Flames appeared, and black smoke surged. In an instant, an explosion happened. The intense impact swept up an air wave and roared as it spread. An earth-shattering explosion instantly resounded throughout the battlefield!

The flames that soared into the sky, the dense black smoke, and even the loud bang and vibration of the ground attracted the gazes of all the elf soldiers. All of this was branded in their minds and would not dissipate for a long time.

The entire spellcasting position was enveloped by air waves and smoke. After a few seconds, the surrounding troops thought of saving people. Wind-element scrolls and spells danced. A violent wind blew, and the black smoke dissipated, revealing the mages lying on the ground. Every elf was almost screaming loudly, and many were bleeding from their seven orifices.

With the help of scrolls, protective devices, and magic devices, the entire mage team forcefully blocked these two bombs with the Atmospheric Divine Shield.

The price was to completely lose his combat strength.

The tragic situation of their allies made the surrounding soldiers rush forward without hesitation and prepare to save them. The arrow formation army, the light cavalry side guard, and the formation shield guard who were in charge of guarding this mage army rushed over in unison. They carried the weak bodies of the mages and drank the life potion, used scrolls, and cast spells. This was their spontaneous action. However, dozens of seconds later, a furious communication from the command center sounded, "Leave there first!"

At this moment, a soldier shouted, "It's here again!"

The dragon roar roared, and the light of spells shot over from all parts of the battlefield. Ignoring the interception and restraint of all kinds of spells, the Death Envoy in the sky descended again.

The arrow regiment soldiers of the Guardian Division roared sternly and drew their arrows in unison. The champion archer raised his thorny bow and nocked an arrow. He had already seen what the other party threw.

Shatter it!

Two huge bombs whistled down again.

Hundreds of arrows were ready. The shield guards immediately raised their shields. The champion archer aimed at the target and was about to let go when he heard a crisp explosion. The huge and heavy object exploded in the air and disintegrated.

Hundreds of silver balls scattered in all directions dozens of meters in the sky.

In an instant, the sharpshooters lost their target. No matter how well-trained they were, they could not divide the work in an instant. Each of them shot down a small ball--that was not an elf, but a swarm of insects.

In the next moment, flames bloomed. Every small ball was exploding at the same time.

Sylvan Keller, who was rushing over, saw white dust cover the spellcasting position again.

He saw a violent wind rise, smoke dissipate, and flames rise. He saw snow. A fine snowstorm that only appeared in the extreme north rumbled on the ground like a storm, sweeping through large areas. It was actually not blood, but countless steel needles that nailed violent dust to the ground. A series of explosions were extremely dense, plowing through every inch of the ground like raindrops.

The mages who had been blasted until they lost their ability to fight, the cavalry who had come to save, the arrow regiment soldiers who had raised their bows and were prepared, the shield guards who had raised their shields to fight... Everything was covered in this dense attack. They only saw the soaring blood light fuse with the dust, torn limbs, and continuously trembling bodies...

Lord of Dawn Light almost fell off his horse.

He had already overestimated Kang De's strength. He did not expect to still underestimate him.

Such power, such a combat method, and such destruction.

For a moment, it was unknown how many elves roared in shock and anger. The tragic casualties of their comrades made them unprecedentedly angry, but the knights in the sky returned to the sky with rolling sound waves. No matter how countless attacks chased after them in vain, they would not be injured at all.

The mages soared into the air angrily, but the air was no longer their domain. The demonic aircraft circled the battlefield at a despairing speed, leaving the pursuit team far behind. It rushed over from another angle and rushed toward another spellcasting position...

"Order the mages to disperse! Disperse! Spellcasters, disperse!"

Sylvan Keller gave the order to disband the mages. The spellcasters entered the nearby army and ordered the magic devices to hide on the spot and not shoot at will. However, this was tantamount to throwing down swords. Even the experienced commander did not know how to fight this battle next. This order was given too late, and the second spellcasting position and the surrounding troops were swept away by the autumn wind.

The demon wings that killed countless times roared back into the sky.

"Report!"

An eagle-eyed mage shouted, "There are no longer any mounted weapons on the abdomen of the enemy's alchemical aircraft!"

Sylvan Keller suddenly looked up and discovered that the fast demon was sweeping past at a low altitude in the other direction. Sharp light continuously sprayed out from a certain part of its body. Dust erupted on the ground, and a Ranger army was swept until their tendons and bones broke. Blood splashed, and then it climbed up until it was extremely high. Then, the dark door opened and the alchemist disappeared. Then, a terrifying whistling sound exploded from it.

Twelve consecutive howitzers shot out of the door of the white fog space and landed vertically, blasting into the solid array, raising an intense shock wave and dust.

Not long after, Horus landed from the sky. His abdomen was still not loaded with ammunition, but his body was clearly larger. Kang De picked up the communicator, "Call. We've already suppressed the enemy's long-range firepower position. The mages and heavy magic devices are silent and are about to throw themselves into close-range combat to support the enemy. They'll help your army take back the city wall. Please grab the fighter jets and cooperate. I'm about to begin."

There were still a few gaps in Red Maple City Wall that could be seen where elf soldiers were continuously mobilized and deployed. Not far away, there was still the Goethe army resisting and stopping them, and the guardian angel had already arrived.

The four additional 30mm air cannons had already begun to warm up.

"I'm done!" Kang De shouted. "Go lick a few more times!"

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