Chapter 1155 - The Battle of Taquila (I) (1/2)

Chapter 1155: The Battle of Taquila (I)

Translator: Transn Editor: Transn

As the alarm went off, the soldiers at the frontier immediately entered the state of high alert according to their contingency plan.

“Hurry up! Drop what you’re working on and go to the exit closest to you!” The soldiers responsible for evacuating the encampment yelled as they directed the construction team to the shelters. “Don’t push and don’t look around! Remember, no matter what happens outside, don’t leave the shelter!”

“Shelter No. 6 is full!”

“Same here in Shelter No. 7!”

“Get going. Go to the next shelter. Don’t block the passage. All of you, move!”

This was not the first time that they had to evacuate the railway stations. Although the air was filled with the exasperated, short-tempered hollers of the soldiers, nobody was panicking.

Around 2,000 workers ebbed away into the underground bunkers through the exit passages. These bunkers at the rear of the encampment, all built by Lotus, were plastered with steel plates. They could not only provide the soldiers accommodation but could also shield them from spears and machine guns. Even if the outer ring of the defensive line was broken through, the shelters would still remain safe.

After the tidal waves of people receded, darkness soon closed in upon the construction site which had been alive with flickers of light just a moment ago.

“The evacuation is completed. Lights are all off. The First Army is now filing into the encampment,” Sylvie informed the other units while casting a quick glance at the surroundings. The observation room above the headquarters was currently the busiest place of the frontier. A dozen telephones lining the table rang continuously. As there were so many messages, the staff only forwarded the most important ones to Sylvie.

Meanwhile, the officers collected information and translated it onto the map to provide references for the headquarters staff.

Sylvie, as the “eye” of the army, had now become the central information hub of the observation room that facilitated the efficient operation of the First Army.

“OK, I see. Miss Sylvie, this is Van’er from the artillery battalion. I hope you could provide us with the demons’ location and firing parameters.”

“Same request from the ‘Blackriver I’ and ‘Blackriver II’!”

“Hold on a second,” said Sylvie as she swept a glance to the front. The “shadows”, which were slowly edging toward the army, had just entered the shooting range of 10 miles away from the encampment. Based on their current rate, it might be another five to six hours before they reached their final destination. Therefore, the most pressing issue at present was to learn the operation intention of the demons. What were they plotting and why did they create the blind zones with the God’s Stones of Retaliation?

When magic power ceased to work, they had to resort to human eyes for observation.

She picked up the Sigil of Listening and asked, “Lightning, Maggie, can you hear me? Where are you?”

“We just took off. Maggie is above me.” Soon, a voice came from the other end of the line, mingled with the shrill alarm. “What happened? Did the demons attack us?”

“It looks like it, but the demons obscured the majority of my vision. I reckon they’ve used giant God’s Stones of Retaliation again.”

“Noted. I’ll go take a look.”

“Leave it to us, coo!”

Compared to what Sylvie saw in the observation room, Lightning viewed the battlefield as something completely different.

She saw firelights gradually shrink as the night pressed on. The distant land was engulfed by a velvety darkness and looked both serene and unfathomable.

The Fertile Plains was still deep in its slumber, without noticing, in the slightest, the upcoming war.

It was almost unbelievable that the demons had already taken actions had Sylvie not warned them.

“Maggie, turn on night mode!”