Mage? Spell Engineer!

For this purpose, a dedicated core is responsible for related calculations - it continuously pages the receiving end and calculates the relative position.

The "Sky Knights" also carry a specially made map of the kingdom on their carrying equipment, and can determine their current location based on the coordinate information given by the second watch.

Finally, each person has a [Featherfall Technique] scroll, which can be used when the mobile device is destroyed. Rorschach also considered using cheap parachutes, but he soon realized that these aerial scouts could not reach the height or speed required to deploy a parachute.

"Never mind, the more supplies I need, the more money I will make. Why should I save money for Party A who is not short of money?" Luo Xia deeply reflected on himself, tearfully purchasing scrolls from the guild and then repurchasing them.

Although it is difficult to fly, one thing is unquestionable: the lighter the pilot's weight, the longer the maneuvering device can last and the more flexible the maneuvering will be.

Therefore, this special unit has the highest proportion of female soldiers in the imperial army. They are all the daughters of Orions. One of them has suspicious ear contours, and it is suspected that his ancestors had trouble with elves.

The instructor communicated with Rorschach about the use of the mobile device and tried to find and eliminate problems during training. At the same time, he also reported on the situation of the pilots: "One of the trainees named Tanya performed the best. She was the most active in training and made the fewest mistakes. However, she was too short and did not carry enough ammunition and supplies."

"This is a reconnaissance unit that emphasizes flexibility and mobility. Don't be constrained by previous training experience. Encourage her more and let her make full use of her talents." Rorschach doesn't have an army rank and can't say much. He is now a technician, confirming the equipment. After no problem, we left the secret training ground.

With him was Bart, who had escaped from the barracks on some pretext. He called Rorschach to get on his horse: "You are still interesting here. We can't do anything in the camp. We have meetings and learn tactics every day, but Valois's army can't attack here at all."

"You don't have to go support your neighbors?"

"No, just stay in place. Now all the Empire's Southern Army is on standby to guard the defense line, while the Empire's Northern Army goes south." They walked through the roadless forest towards the city. Bart was smug: "So I've made arrangements. Today and the following rest days can be free to move around, in the name of visiting relatives and arranging my own work.

"To be honest, it's enough to have a garrison mage. Why should we join in the fun?"

As time passed, the intentions of the Valois army gradually became clear. Their marching speed was very poor. Apart from looting villages, they did not take the initiative to attack fortresses and major cities. The empire became more and more convinced that they could not get out of the Salou area.

But to the lords of those states, the Valois army was terrifying, because they were afraid that when the kingdom's soldiers stepped into the territory, it would arouse the excitement of the people in the territory, and imitate the Valois people towards their king, and attack the lords. Their mansions and city halls burned to the ground the title deeds and privileges established by these nobles hundreds of years ago.

Rather than being afraid of Valois's army, it is better to say that he is afraid of the ideas from Valois and the local people who are accustomed to bullying.

No matter how well they treat their subjects, the lords are not sure whether those big businessmen have any idea of ​​inciting the unruly people to rebel and make themselves the new lords instead of the lords.

As a result, the independence that the southern states insisted on no longer existed, and they all assigned their armies to the core of the empire, except for the relatively stable and strongest Kingdom of Byrne.

However, the Empire, which had reorganized the Southern Army, seemed to be taking a nap and did not provide any support to the shivering Principality of Salou. Even if the public was furious, the news from the palace and the Prime Minister's Office was always that military preparations were underway, requiring Valois to withdraw the army immediately, and to protect Charles XVI's personal freedom and all his rights as the monarch of the Holy Kingdom.

The Second Corps from Valois was so nervous but marched without firing a shot.

"General, we are about to enter Württemberg, but we have not encountered any resistance yet." The commander-in-chief of the legion is Dillon, and his adjutant is worried about this war that has not yet seen smoke.

When approaching the city, you can see that the Principality of Salou has deployed all its forces on the city defense, and the majestic resident mage wearing a robe stands proudly at the top of the city.

The army now lost the support of the church and even had no charisma to accompany the army. The artillery became useless baggage under the command of a weak general, who did not dare give the order to fire on the city.

The villages they passed were all empty. The villagers took refuge early, and the food in the villages was either handed over to the city or hidden by the villagers. They went from being complacent when they first crossed the border to now being hungry and cold and deeply suspicious of the imperial strategy.

But anyway, they reached the enemy's land, and now Dillon began to order the construction of fortifications and the establishment of temporary positions. The 15,000 men who were the vanguard could no longer advance. He waited for the follow-up support of the legion, and the other two legions were mobilized to the front to cover their supply lines.

"Send cavalry to reconnoiter the banks of the Duma River. The Empire's Southern Army is likely to plan to block us when we try to cross the river." Dillon made some error-free preparations and waited for the entire legion to take over the front line.

Then Valois's army came to a complete halt.

Winter mornings are extremely cold and thick fog descends on the wilderness. A series of rapid hoofbeats broke the silence, and the scout reported: A small group of enemies is approaching!

What the frontline outpost saw was the flag of the Holy Kingdom! The menacing enemy held high the golden flower flag on a blue background representing the royal family and launched a column charge towards the position.

"They are the remnants of the exiled nobles! Are these people here to die?" The commander was confused and asked the soldiers to set up shotguns. If there were cavalry charging from the flank, they might be able to directly interrupt the charge of the mob on the opposite side, but now they are very short of horses and shock cavalry, so they are waiting for work and have taken a stance on the temporary position.

Sure enough, as Di Long expected, the opponent's charge did not pose a threat. A few gunshots rang out sporadically in front of the position, and our own side calmly resisted the impact under cover.

In the thick fog, he couldn't tell how many enemies there were, but the strength of the exiles was very weak, presumably just a small force as reported by the scouts.

General Dillon even felt a little proud at this time: the remnants of the exiled troops must have wanted to take advantage of the winter mist to make a sneak attack. Unexpectedly, I was so cautious that I did not rush forward and instead built fortifications.

Bang, bang!

There were several more gunshots, and the remnants of the exiled nobles rushed forward again. Di Long felt a little strange. Which noble's private soldiers had such discipline and could organize a charge? With such an army, why would the leading noble be so active?

As a last resort, the shotguns opened fire on their own countrymen. The column that finally reached the front fell down like wheat, but those behind them quickly took over. After the enemy approached, the soldiers in the position burst into tears when they saw the compatriots carrying the royal flag and charging madly.

Some people gave up the charge and wanted to flee the battlefield, but soon there was another round of gunfire, and bullets from their backs penetrated those who wanted to retreat.

The Valois soldiers were stunned. It was not they who fired.

The sun rose slightly and the thick fog dispersed. Suddenly a fireball hit the shotgun on the position, and the air wave blew the artilleryman away. When all the troops of the exiled nobles were exhausted, the vanguard of the Second Legion of Valois finally met their enemy - the army from the north of the empire!

They mercilessly shot the exiled noble army in front, and then launched a real attack on the position with murderous intent.

Looking at the countless enemy troops on the skyline and his own weak fortifications, Dillon issued the stupidest and most fatal order: "Retreat! Retreat—retreat—!"