Chapter 1579: The indispensable fog

The gray mist covered the No. 2 Soldier Station like a tide. .
Due to the obstruction of the thick fog, the sky was already dark before it fell.
The insect swarm surrounding the fortress seems to have been affected by the fog, and the offensive has weakened a lot.
The eagles who had been involved in the outer reinforcements had accumulated a wealth of experience in the past two days, and the fight was smooth, but they were also affected by the thick fog. They had to stop and quickly retreated dozens of miles.
The front of them is not too wide. If the insect swarms bypassed the sides under the cover of heavy fog, they might be attacked by surprise.
The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the fog is getting thicker.
Under the thick fog, today's night seems particularly dark, and you can't see your fingers.
In order to prevent the enemy's sneak attack, the flares in the barracks hardly dared to stop, and they were fired every few minutes.
But the flares hit the sky, but the effect was extremely poor. In the past, their dazzling bluish-white light could illuminate the entire camp, but now only people nearby can see its hazy halo.
Once you fly too high, you can't even see this fuzzy halo.
The soldiers in the fortress felt that they were blind, and could hear the sounds of activities close at hand, but could not see people at all.
This kind of feeling twisted so much that the soldiers who were stuck in the bunker were extremely nervous, and a little turmoil was immediately swept over by a shuttle.
Fortunately, the artillery had all marked the coordinates in advance, and they were all able to watch the map and fire.
Even if they can't see it, they can accurately penetrate the projectile into the required area, but the lack of observation and calibration, the hit rate will be discounted.
The dense fog also brought great difficulties to the supply of coalition war fortresses.
Because the visibility is too low, the light of the anti-collision lights hung on the war fortress responsible for transporting supplies can only be transmitted tens of meters away.
In order to avoid collisions, the war fortresses can only fumble in one by one like blind people, unload the materials and fly away, and then replace them with another one, which seriously affects the efficiency of take-off and landing.
The thick fog has an impact on both sides of the war. It seems that it has a greater impact on the human coalition forces. The entire fortress seems to be suffering from high myopia, and it is inconvenient to do anything.
Lord Lorraine was in the command post and could always hear the intermittent and scattered gunfire from outside, and occasionally there were several explosions of mortar shells—the only sound left in the dense fog that was not affected.
The telephones and telegrams in the headquarters kept ringing, but everyone was at a loss for this thick fog.
The door of the headquarters was suddenly pushed open, and a cold wind rushed in.
Immediately afterwards, I saw Lester walking in from outside, panting.
Seeing this, Vera hurried forward, eagerly served a cup of hot tea for her teacher, and then stood behind Lester, with a pair of fists knocking on the old man's shoulders.
The old man has done a lot recently.
Lester shook his shoulders comfortably, then held up the hot teacup, took a sip slowly, and sighed: "This weather~!"
Lord Lorraine sat opposite Lester and asked with concern: "How is the situation?"
Lester looked down, shook his head, and said, "I turned around twice and found no abnormalities. I couldn't feel the breath of dark spells."
Lord Lorraine rubbed his frowning eyebrows and murmured: "Then this fog is naturally produced?"
But Lester shook his head again, put the teacup on the table, and said seriously: "This is not necessarily true. This is the unpredictability of magic.
As long as we make good use of the situation and make reasonable use of the natural environment, a weak spell can cause tremendous changes in the natural world.
I remember... well, I remember. When you fought against the Orcs in Nyan, you used a dam to store water and drowned tens of thousands of enemy troops at once. That's the reason. "
In this respect, Lester is an expert, and his title of Forbidden Curse Magister originated from the original Maple Leaf Danlin City, which used the cold weather to create a heavy snow, and almost all the enemies who committed in the future would be wiped out.
He was planning to use this story just now, but he realized that he couldn't highlight the great image of Uncle Lei's magical power, so he changed his words.
Lord Lorraine listened, he couldn't help sighing for a long time, and said: "So it's not ruled out that the hands and feet of the liches are used.
Leisi nodded his head with a solemn expression, and said, "It is very likely that the lich did it. Don't you think this fog came by coincidence?
Although I don’t know how the Lich did it, it’s not easy to be able to make such a big fog~! "
Speaking of this, he couldn't help but scream, and he was very amazed at the liches.
Lord Lorraine gave him an angry look: This old schoolmaster, the literary youth has committed again. Now is not the time for academic seminars~!
He hesitated and asked unwillingly: "Is there really no way to dispel the fog?"
This heavy fog has turned the coalition forces into blind men. How can this battle be fought?
Lester pondered for a moment and said: "This...I have to think about it again, think about it..."
He said, sitting on the chair frowning and thinking.
At this moment, a whistling sound suddenly came from the night sky outside the headquarters.
Listening to the rumbling sound, Lorraine keenly judged that a large group of war fortresses were approaching from the air~!
To be sure, this is not the flying unit of the coalition forces. The war fortresses of the coalition forces have been withdrawn due to the heavy fog. Even if they are performing transportation and supply tasks, they are flying cautiously. There will never be such a rampage.
Obviously, the Lich’s war fortress took advantage of the dense fog to kill again~!
Immediately afterwards, I listened to the rapid alarm bells ringing in the camp, reminding the soldiers in the fortress to avoid air attacks.
The roar of the officers followed.
"Air strikes, pay attention to air strikes."
"Go into the air-raid shelter, all go into the air-raid shelter."
"Drag the cannon into the bunker."
"Don't everyone stay outside."
"..."
Lorraine walked quickly to the door of the underground headquarters, but he could not see anything except a deep darkness, only heard all kinds of messy sounds coming from far or near.
Fortunately, after experiencing the sneak attack last night, Lord Lorraine learned from the pain and ordered the defenders to formulate measures against the surname to prevent the liches from coming air raids. At the same time, they once again reinforced the semi-underground warehouse in the fortress to prevent them from being attacked again. It collapsed.
Because in the past, the coalition forces always used air superiority to bomb others. Except for the defense of Ruman City and the air battle of Maple Leaf Danlin, they were rarely chased by the undead.
Although the General Staff made three orders and five applications, the soldiers were required to strengthen their air defense awareness. But these puppies all know that the coalition has superior air power, and the overall air defense awareness is not strong.
Many officers didn't care about this, and even Lord Luo himself only mentioned a few words-after all, the enemy's war fortress had never appeared on the head of the coalition forces. If Sir Alex is always taken aback and asks them to strengthen their defenses, he will become the kid who keeps shouting "The wolf is coming".
So when they were suddenly attacked last night, they panicked.
It's different now. After being taught a lesson by the enemy's war fortress, the soldiers in the fortress all know where they should go and what they should do when the air strike arrives.
The criss-crossed traffic trenches in the fortress also made it easy for soldiers to move quickly in the dark.
"Boom, boom..."
The dark spells of the Undead War Fort’s magic cannon slammed on the ground one after another, making a special muffled sound. The sound of stone splashing and the howling of the war fortress rang together, but it did not cause the soldiers to exclaim.
Lord Lorraine breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that the soldiers did a great job.
For a fortress like the No. 2 Army Station, it is impossible to destroy it by magic cannons, especially the magic cannons of dark spells.
A large number of permanent underground and semi-underground fortresses are built with cement in the fortress. The dark spells of the magic cannon have great lethality on creatures and the like, but it does not have much effect on such solid stones and steel bars. .
At the beginning of the air raid, the Liches still appeared cautious, spinning around the No. 2 Soldier Station far away, and many magic guided guns were shot outside the fortress.
They are also afraid of the anti-aircraft firepower in the fortress and the coalition flying units, especially the Eagle Wing.
The liches have suffered a lot in the hands of the Eagle Fighter Wing. The kind of weird little war fortress is fast and flexible, like lightning bolts, appearing in the sky.
Always attack from a position invisible to the fortress of the Undead War, bottom, top, back...
And if they hit and ran away, the liches didn't even have a way to fight back.
So much so that the Lich and Dark Mage were phobic of the Eagle, and even as soon as they saw the Eagle fighter appear in the sky, they turned around and ran away.
The only thing worthy of the Liches’s gratitude is that although the Eagle fighters are flexible and powerful, they have a limited range and cannot leave the supply base too far, so as long as they escape a certain range, they will rarely continue to pursue them.
But the liches waited in a panic for half an hour, never seeing the shadow of the coalition flying units, and their courage gradually relaxed.
The flying altitude of the undead war fortress is getting lower and lower, and more and more dark spells are hit in the fortress.
Lord Lorraine has been standing at the front of the command department and listening carefully to the movement outside, quietly counting the number of dark spells that have fallen in the fortress, but it can't be counted when it reaches a hundred.
At the same time, there are too many dark spells that fall in the fortress.
"Report, the outer insect swarms attacked again." After receiving the call, the staff officer reported loudly to Lord Lorraine.
Lorraine said without looking back: "I know, tell them to stand up, and send someone to reinforce when the situation is endangered."
The staff officer agreed, and then shouted orders into the microphone.
There are enough reserves in the fortress to fill the hole in front, but the lich overhead is really annoying.
"Eagle Wing called, requesting to take off and join the war." Another staff officer shouted loudly.
His words immediately attracted everyone's attention. The people in the command headquarters looked at Lord Lorraine eagerly, waiting for the boss's orders. It's not a problem to get bombed like this.
Lord Lorraine thought for a moment, walked to Lester, and said, "Is the vision of the Lich not affected by the fog?"
Lester shook his head and said, "Although the witches have dark vision and the ability to perceive mana fluctuations, their vision is the same as ours and they all need light.
The thick fog blocks the spread of light, and it certainly has an effect on the Liches, but relatively, it has a much weaker effect on them than ours. "
Lord Lorraine nodded slightly, then shouted loudly: "Tell Ferreira, if he can guarantee that he will come over without crashing the plane, he can't, just stay with me."
The staff telegraphed Ferreira's order, but the Eagles did not reply-it seems that Ferreira is also honest.
The fortress of the undead war became more and more arrogant.
Their unscrupulous bombing in the sky above the barracks lasted for an entire hour, until after midnight, they slowly fell silent, as if they retreated because of energy exhaustion.
But at this time, there was still darkness in the barracks. He couldn't even see his fingers. He couldn't even count the losses. He could only wait patiently until dawn.
But because they were worried that the insects would take the opportunity to rush up, the guns in the fortress kept firing outwards and rang out all night.
After dawn, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Although the fog is still thick, people can't be seen a few meters away, but I can finally see things clearly.
Lord Lorraine got up early in the morning and walked around the fortress along the trenches.
Everywhere he went, he was devastated, and the Lich blasted the ground like Mazi's face. There were pits and pits, and several walls were damaged, but they were restored to their original appearance after simple repairs.
Because the thick fog is too big, it also has an impact on the Liches. They just blindly fired on the top of the barracks, so the casualties of the barracks were not large.
But also because of the dense fog, the replenishment efficiency has suddenly dropped a lot.
Although the stock of ammunition is sufficient, it is far from keeping up with the current consumption. If the fog persists, after ten days and a half, the ammunition will be in a hurry...
As Sir Alex walked, he thought about the difficulties facing him, thinking about the solution. But in the end, all the problems were attributed to this fog again.
He looked at the dense fog in front of him, couldn't help sighing, and muttered: "How great would it be if there was a sea breeze blowing away the fog."
Just as Lorraine was speaking, a cold wind suddenly blew.
Sir Alex discovered to his surprise that the mist that had been still before his eyes suddenly flowed.
The wind was getting stronger and stronger. Within a few breaths, the squally wind rolled past the fortress with a howling sound, lifting and blowing away the fog surrounding the fortress.
The soldiers suddenly cheered in excitement. They have never liked this nasty northwest cold wind like they are now.
At this time, the wind is blowing and blowing.
In the strong wind blowing sand and rocks in the fortress, Lorraine raised his hand to block his eyes to avoid sand and gravel from blowing into his eyes. Seeing the surrounding fortress gradually brighten, he was relieved.
After Sir Alex discovered that in the middle of the camp, a figure was suspended in the air, waving his staff, and a whirlwind rotating around him.
Look at the white beard and you know it is Lester.
Obviously this gust of wind is not a natural wind, but a magic released by Lester.
The sturdy wind blew for a few minutes and swept away the fog around the fortress, but when the wind stopped, Lorraine was disappointed to find that the thick fog around the fortress was slowly coming from all directions.
It seems that the effect of Lester's move is only a temporary surname, it only blows away the thick fog around the fortress, and the thick fog surrounding the fortress is too wide.
Seeing this situation, Lester himself was a little bit embarrassed. The old man took the initiative to go wild, but found that there was no effect at all. The mist that had just been blown back came back a little bit, and the old man's face was a little unbearable.
But in this situation, even with the mana of his magister, it is impossible to blow away the dense fog surrounding the fortress for dozens of miles.
After landing, Lester found Lorraine and said, "This thick fog is very strange. I want to solve it. We must find the source."
Lorraine listened to Lester's tone of excuse, and smiled and said: "It's not that our army is not working hard. It is because the enemy is too cunning. I understand this."
Lester gave a dry smile and said, "Yes, that's what it means. If I'm not trapped in the fortress, this little trick to deal with them is easy."
Lord Lorraine stretched out his hands helplessly. Since the use of spells to disperse the fog didn't work, he had to think of other ways.
Ferguson immediately mobilized the whole army to brainstorm and discuss how to deal with this thick fog.
At the moment, someone suggested to use fire, and Lord Luo was also good at it, and immediately started a few large fires in the fortress~EbookFREE.me~, but found that it was useless after a long time, but let the cook set the fire to everyone Made a barbecue.
This made Ferguson very suspicious, whether the proposed doggie had ulterior motives, and specifically rushed to the barbecue.
In the end, there was really no way. Seeing the fog re-covering the entire fortress, Lord Lorraine could only use the most stupid way, using the wizards as electric fans, letting them take turns blowing the air continuously.
Although it can't solve the current problem, as long as there is not much fog near the fortress, it will be a great help to the defenders, at least allowing the soldiers in the bunker to see how many enemies are facing them.
In the afternoon, the war fortress that was out for investigation sent back news that this thick fog enveloped a range of two to three hundred miles nearby. Without strong winds in nature, it would be impossible to clear the fog.
The battle in Bai Yueli continued, and after several days of fierce fighting, it seemed that the insect swarms on the opposite side were also tired, and their offensives were no longer as turbulent.
The death knell beetle just rushed up, and when it was blocked by bullets and flames, it retreated, then turned its head and rushed up again, and then retreated after a few shots.
Moreover, the soldiers on the front line observed a strange situation, the death knell beetle that retreated would always kill the same kind of limbs.
The various weird performances of the insect swarm were summarized here by Lord Lorraine. After consultation, the staff members had a common conjecture. After several days of intense fighting, the insects were almost unable to survive.
Before the soldiers in the fortress were rejoiced by the news, a report suddenly came back from the front, and they found...the undead creatures in the attacking insect swarm. (To be continued.)