The sky was covered with clouds, and the wind with a humid and earthy atmosphere whirred from the direction of the mountains on the north side. The yellow fallen leaves and grass floes in autumn were swept up by the wind, and they slapped on the clean window of the train. Philip stood in the tactical section command post of the Iron Throne, staring at the wastelands and woods that were constantly retreating outside the window, with a quiet look.

Time will make a person mature, especially when he spends this time on the battlefield, even the most immature person will be trained to become a calm general. The once young and energetic Knight Cecil has now become the supreme commander of the Imperial Army. His steady and reliable temperament has become the biggest gain of this young man now. He stood there quietly, and compared with four years ago, he seemed much more sharp and restrained.

The technicians were busy in front of the Iron Throne console, controlling the operation of this huge war machine, while maintaining unobstructed contact with the front line and the rear at all times. A technical sergeant copied some data from a nearby device and came to Philip: "General, the leading engineering train reported that the track was closed, the temporary stop was ready, and the Iron Throne could move forward at full speed."

Philip nodded: "Go forward at full speed - Is there anything new on the Long Wind Fortress?"

"The Tifung people have no extra moves, General Maryland is continuing to be alert."

Philip nodded, not saying anything more.

He did not expect that the Maryland Knight, who had once launched a charge against the magic warships in the Rock Fortress with a traditional chivalrous spirit, would use a series of unexpected strategies to scare the Tifeng people on the border. The old-fashioned knight with a stone-like head finally learned tricks and tricks in the face of the earth-shaking era. Although he had not yet mastered the details of the long wind Fortress's actions, it was not difficult for him to guess what the Maryland general had done based on the information sent back now.

But such means cannot protect the border for a long time. If you really want to block the Tifeng people, you still have to rely on a "mobile fortress" like the Iron Throne.

As the supreme commander of the army, Philip was now ordered to lead a team to take the newly repaired Iron Throne to the Changfeng Fortress. Now the journey is half over.

With the speed of this train and the currently open railway line, it won't take long to reach the destination.

The sky in the distance was even more gloomy, and the direction covered by clouds was on the eastern border. An expected heavy rain was brewing. According to the calculations of the druids, the rainfall range should cover the entire Changfeng defense line.

But this has no effect on the Iron Throne - as a new mobile fortress, this armored train does not care about most of the wind and rain on land.

...

The cold wind blew on the exterior wall of the high tower of Winter Wolf Castle, bringing black flags to fly, and the knights on duty stood on the post conscientiously. Many people couldn't help but look in the direction of Changfeng Fortress, but all of their sights could only stop looking.

The contraction order from the imperial capital has been issued for several days. The Imperial Knights and the Magicians have both stayed in the garrison on the east side of the Winter Wolf Castle as ordered. Although the atmosphere of the confrontation is still very tense, the experienced veterans have judged the situation: I am afraid that this battle will not be fought.

On the exterior wall whistle tower, a sentry mage canceled Hawkeye technique to relieve his exhausted spirit due to long-term monitoring. Another sentry mage took over at the right time. The runes of Hawkeye technique once again appeared in the air above the whistle tower. The replaced mage rubbed his eyes while muttering a little stuffy: "Okay, the legion-level crystal array has been sent up, but I won't fight..."

"This is an order, the sir has their own considerations," said the fighting mage who was raising energy next to him, without any expression. "And don't you see those positions? The Cecils are obviously ready--they have dug a bunch of pits, are you still going to jump in?"

"...Oh... the things that the superiors are considering, so don't think about us soldiers," the sentry mage shook his head. A gust of cold wind blew, which made him unable to help shrink his neck. "Hiss... It's really autumn, it's getting colder."

"Yes... autumn is here," the battle mage stood up and snapped his fingers, summoned a breeze shield to cover the top of the mail tower, then looked down at the direction of the main building of the castle, "If General Andersha ordered the retreat before the end of the month, we could still catch up to go home for Anling Day."

A fallen leaf passed through the sentries' vision, flew in the wind, and fell into the inner wall of the fortress, and fell on the windowsill of the fortress commander.

Andesha's long gray-white hair was blown up by the autumn wind. The young wolf general raised his hand and stroked the gray hair on his face. The eyes exposed between the hair were a hint of reluctance and gloom.

The adjutant stood in front of her and lowered his head to remind him: "General, your majesty's order has been issued for several days. The Iron River Knights cannot stay on the defense line of the Winter Wolf Castle - you should at least order them to return to the camp in the east, otherwise the noble council in the country will probably accuse you on this issue..."

"The guys in the parliament will never know how nervous the situation is at the border," Andesha stood up irritably and interrupted the adjutant, "and I still feel something is wrong... Everything is too natural, one after another, there is no logical problem, but the intuition is warning me..."

As a legion commander, Andersha knew that she should not use "intuition" to explain the problem - it would be a big problem if she was an astrologer or a psychic, but she was an extraordinary knight, and what she needed to maintain the most was reason and caution. However, since the Cecils increased their troops on the defense line and since the border fell into a state of confrontation and pressure, the increasingly serious irritability has affected her emotions. Until now, the imperial capital has even sent the order of the defense line to shrink and the Iron River Knights retreat. The warning from intuition made her feel even more restless.

It was as if a voice was constantly telling herself that she was missing a key point that could change history.

The adjutant looked at his superior showing a different state than usual. After a moment of silence and consideration, the always calm knight said: "General, maybe you need to take a look at the recent record of the military increase in Changfeng Fortress and their position laying?"

Andesa was silent for a moment and suddenly nodded: "Get the records - and there are also the purchase records of the Cecilian caravans in several trading towns in recent times."

"Yes, general..." The adjutant nodded, but as soon as he was halfway through his words, a hurry and a few noises suddenly came from outside the door. A slightly sharp voice shouted loudly in the corridor: "I want to see General Andersha! It's extremely urgent! It's extremely urgent!"

"Who?" Andesa raised her head and whispered, "Let him in."

The door was opened by the guards. A middle-aged man wearing a bachelor's robe, holding a handful of paper in his hand, and wearing the imperial emblem, stumbled in. He seemed to have had some conflicts with the soldiers when he rushed over. He looked a little embarrassed, but he still spoke loudly when he waved the paper in front of Andesha: "General! There is something wrong with the Cecils' defense line! We may have been fooled!"

After carefully identifying his eyes, Andessa recognized that this was a member of the consultant scholar of the Winter Wolf Castle. After the military reform, Emperor Rosetta set up a special group of "Advisor Scholars" in the army. These people who are reminiscent of the royal advisory group are usually combat mages or priests with both battlefield experience and knowledge. They are better at thinking than ordinary soldiers and generals, and are more familiar with the battlefield than pure civil servants. They use their own experience and strategies to analyze various intelligences, and use reference and suggestions to provide opinions on the supreme commander of the army. They are very important personnel in the modern Tifeng Legion.

Some old-school knight commanders did not like these consultants who always chattered at them, but Andersha always attached importance to the opinions of consultants and scholars. She even considered several improvement plans for the consultant and scholar group. After submitting them to His Majesty, these consultants could have a more positive role in the army. At this moment, seeing a consultant and scholar coming to her in such a hurry, her expression immediately became serious: "Sir, what happened?"

"General, there is a problem with the Cecils' defense line. They... ahem, they may be delaying time," the middle-aged man immediately came to Andesha after getting the consent and spread the paper in his hand on the table - it turned out to be a list, "You see, these are their military increase records, these are their positions and construction, these are their supplies - the inferred material circulation data we collected through intelligence means, you look at, you look at these numbers!"

"It looks normal," Andesha looked carefully, frowned, "but...I think something is wrong."

"Of course not! These numbers are fine, but their changes are problematic!" The middle-aged man shouted, "It's too stable, the changes are too regular. If the increase in soldiers and the circulation of materials are drawn by each, the two lines are almost straight, and especially in terms of materials - the intelligence in this regard is the most difficult to collect, and the intelligence that is difficult to collect is impossible to be accurate. If it is accurate and regular, it must be fake, and the opponent deliberately shows us!"

A light flashed through my mind, and Andesha finally knew where her vague uneasiness came from.

"It's so stupid...I'm so stupid..."

The young wolf general muttered in a low voice, but suddenly recalled a sentence his father had said to him:

The most cunning enemy is not to hide all their secrets so that you can't see them, but to show you everything - but you can't see what is real and what is fake.

She stood up suddenly and spoke quickly: "The First Knights of the Winter Wolf, travel lightly, and move towards the Paramel Heights - I personally lead the team. Order the Iron River Knights of the Plain Triangle, the Black Flag Magicians are on standby, all legion-level magic crystals are warmed up, and you are ready to attack!"

The adjutant responded loudly: "Yes!"

He did not ask the general what to do if he made a mistake in judgment. As General Wolf and the heir to the Wendell family, the young lady had already thought about all the consequences when she gave the order. If something really happened to the judgment this time... she would definitely do her best to get the First Knights to withdraw and then take all the responsibilities herself.

He did not question whether the general's behavior of "disobeying the emperor's orders" was appropriate - because from the day the Winter Wolf Legion was established, "Wolf General" was given a certain right to make decisions on the front line. When an emergency occurred and there was no time to contact the territory, General Wolf had the power to make decisions.

As for whether the Cecils would be angry, whether they would find the name of "righteousness" and whether they would put pressure on the empire, the adjutant didn't think too much about it.

The empire is the backing of every soldier in Tifeng, and soldiers were sent to the front line to fight wars, not to support their elderly care.

A well-equipped knights, composed of almost one-third of the members, were quickly organized. Under the increasingly gloomy sky, they left the Winter Wolf Castle in the colder autumn wind and quickly marched towards the Paramel Heights along the "Curves" zone in the southern part of the plain. The Iron River Knights, one of the most elite knights of the Tifeng Empire, quickly gathered in the triangle area in front of the Winter Wolf Castle. The front arrow pointed far away to the Changfeng Fortress in the distance, and thousands of specially trained combat mages also came to the assembly site, waiting for news from the First Knights to come at any time.

The bleak cold wind blew across the plains, and the battle flag swept by the wind was stirred in the wind. The griffin knights under the name of the Knights circled high in the sky and made loud squeals. In the howling cold wind, Andersa put on the family wing helmet, rode her horse through the formation of the knights, and drew her sword at the front of the team: "Go forward! Paramel Heights! Go forward!"

...

The armored griffon swept across the clouds and bypassed the Typhonian griffon scouts under the cover of the clouds. On the back of the armored raptor, the Cecil Knight wearing a windbreaker bent down and quickly passed the news back to the commander of the fortress.

A large Knights of the Tifeng people suddenly launched an march towards the Paramel Heights.

Maryland stood in the command room, staring at the map in front of him, staring at the direction of the arrow marked on the map.

The direction pointed by the Knights of Tifeng is a fake position.

They saw through—before the Iron Throne arrived.
Chapter completed!