Chapter 633： Battle of Fort Moore

"Go to Yin Dun?" Liszt shook his head, "This is not a good idea!"

Sevia was very puzzled, "Why?"

List explained: "The chaos is not over yet!"

"confusion?"

"Yes, chaos!" Liszt said seriously, "The Grand Duke recognized the status of the spellcaster. This is a very bold decision, but it still caused confusion in the domestic trend of thought. Although everyone hates the church, it has been hundreds of years. Stereotypes are not so easy to dispel."

Serbia's face was covered with a shadow, it seemed that things were not as good as imagined.

Liszt persuaded her: "Since you have returned to Jiaowan, I suggest you stay here—Lion Harbor—first, at least here is safe."

The witch hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded, "Okay."

Liszt felt happy, and he asked, "Are you going to investigate the Duchy of Inton, do you want yourself and your friends to move back to Jiaowan?"

Servia replied: "There is such a plan, after all, Jiaowan is our former homeland."

"Well," Liszt said with some regret: "You should settle down in the Northwest Gulf. This war will last forever."

"Why?" Sylvia was surprised.

After all, although she is a witch, she also yearns for a peaceful and quiet life in her heart. If the war in Jiaowan continues, no matter how the country here treats spellcasters, Jiaowan will not be a good place to live. place.

She said eagerly: "I have been collecting news from Horn Bay in Port Fullern. It is said that the troops of the Horn Bay Alliance are marching inland. They have already won several battles, and they are about to approach the land of Collins. up."

"But..." Liszt shook his head, "I don't think they will go on smoothly forever, just like a sharp arrow being shot, no matter how powerful it is at the moment of shooting, its flight will have an endless Time. What's more, there is still the Holy See standing behind the church."

Saivia dissatisfied: "You are too pessimistic!"

At this moment, Dudu knocked on the office door.

Liszt asked someone from outside to come in, it was a staff member of the city hall, and he handed Liszt a document.

After the staff left, Liszt opened the file and quickly browsed through it.

"Oh, I'm such a crow mouth."

Liszt had complex expressions on his face, mostly accidental.

He was about to hand over the document to Servia who was wondering, but immediately took it back.

"I'm sorry, I'm a public official now, and I need to stipulate that I can't show you the internal documents."

"Cut!" Sylvia was very disdainful.

Liszt raised his eyebrows again, "But the content itself has no classification level, so I can tell you."

Sevia frowned and shouted: "Friedrich, don't play tricks in front of me!"

"Unfortunately, what I said was right, the Holy See took action."

Sylvia's eyes widened in shock.

Liszt raised the document in his hand, "The above is the latest news from the front line, the Allied army was defeated by Fort Moore."

"Just a stone's throw from the capital of Collins!"

Looking at the two armies fighting fiercely ahead, Quiller Foster's heart was always tense.

General Vazquez beside him was also staring at the battlefield with his eyes motionless.

In front of them, the sound of fighting was roaring against the sky. Protestants and cataracts formed rows of echeloned horizontal formations. As soon as the frontmost horizontal formations of the two sides came into contact, they began to fight. When the line team is too exhausted or the casualties are too heavy, the front line line will retreat, and the line line behind will go up, and then start a new round of fighting.

Let's see which side can't stand it first.

Generally speaking, the Protestant army has the upper hand. There are still five complete rows left in the middle of the military formation, but there are only three rows on the Skitarii side, and only the front two rows are complete. There are few people.

"In a short while, we will win."

General Vazquez said with emotion, "This **** war is finally about to see the light of day. The capture of Fort Moore is equivalent to opening the gate of Collins City. At that time, the Horn Bay Church will be in our hands. "

"It's all thanks to your leadership."

Queller admired General Vazquez.

The general's answer was somewhat modest: "To be honest, if the Skitarii hadn't invested too much resources in the partial divisions that surrounded the north, it would be impossible for us to reach such a place that is one step away from Collins City."

The Kingdom of Collins is called the City of Collins. Among the small countries that are densely distributed in the corners and bays, it is very common for the name of the country to be the name of the capital.

"General, seeing that victory is imminent, why don't you send the reserve troops up to reap the fruits of victory at once?"

"Oh, my child, the battlefield is full of variables, you must always keep a hole card to deal with accidents. UU reading "

General Vazquez patiently explained to him, "You know what worries me the most right now?"

"Please make it clear, General."

General Vazquez began to mention his juniors, "What I am most worried about now is that the Holy See will intervene at our last moment."

"Oh my God, who are those people?"

There were bursts of exclamations from other officers around them, causing Vazquez and Quiller to look in the direction they were pointing.

A brand new army is slowly approaching the battlefield with neat steps.

Vazquez was very surprised, "Who are they...not ours, do cataracts have reinforcements?"

Quiller shook his head, "Didn't the newspaper say no?"

A terrible thought appeared in the hearts of the two at the same time, they looked at each other, the Holy See?

As the army approached, everyone saw their specific situation clearly, and their first impression of the unfamiliar army was that it was well-equipped.

Almost everyone is wearing armor, with a high rate of wearing armor, and they all hold shiny weapons in their hands.

Under the sunlight, the entire military formation was almost golden.

"They're coming our way!"

Quiller shouted, "General, give an order, let me lead the reserve team to stop them."

Vazquez looked at the approaching Holy See army with complicated eyes.

In the end, he sighed helplessly, and ordered: "Quiller Foster, go! Be sure to block them, the key to victory is in your hands!"

"Yes!" Quiller nodded heavily, urging the horse under his crotch, and a gust of wind left.

But a shadow immediately fell over the side of the Protestant army.

Seeing the enemy army coming to help, the fighting front army panicked.

The morale of the crumbling guard army was boosted.