Chapter 66 Sneak Attack 1

The wizard sat upright with his eyes closed and said nothing for several minutes. ※Top※Small※Say, w↖ww.2▼3wx.co≈m

In the eyes of those who do not understand magic, the wizard just sits with his eyes closed, but a person who understands magic can feel that at this moment he has embraced the wind of magic and is in a state where he can cast magic at any time. In this state, human perception will be greatly improved. However, even without real casting magic, this state also requires the magician's energy to consume a lot of energy, so the magician cannot maintain this state for a long time.

On the opposite side of the wizard, there was another man wearing a delicate and unique Chaos armor. The person who could possess this kind of armor was at least a Chaos Champion Warrior. In addition, there were several other people next to him, and these people were dressed in different ways, but it could be seen that they were all wizards. However, judging from their expressions and actions, their status was relatively low and they should be wizard apprentices.

The closed-eyed wizard suddenly opened his eyes.

"How is it?" asked the Chaos Champion.

"They changed direction and headed towards another tribe." The wizard said. Although the wizard's face was calm, there was still doubt in his eyes. "But I don't know what they were going to do?"

"From common sense, the speechless panic tribe no longer has the ability to take the initiative. But they went out... Why? Are there any problems with the scouts?" Chaos champion muttered to himself softly.

"It was a joint report of several scouts, and I believe it would not be a problem. For more than ten days, I paniced speechlessly and panic, but in the end I just put on a stance and did not put it into practice." The Wizard Champion said. "It was all fake actions of a fake shot. What do they want to do? Don't you know that taking the main force out of the strong defense camp actually gives others the opportunity to attack?"

"Speechless panic has always been cunning. I'm afraid they have seen through this calmness under the restraint of each other. In this battle, it is meaningless to be the first winner - perhaps worse than this. The key is to be the last winner. Everyone hopes that others will fight to death first and become the last winner."

"That's right, but even so, what's the point of their actions? In my opinion, they just acted like scaring people, but their strength could not scare no one at all. Besides, although every tribe wants to preserve its strength and don't attack as soon as possible, if the real battle comes to the door, no one will wait to be beaten."

The surroundings were silent, and everyone couldn't understand what the speechless panic tribe wanted to do.

"I can only understand that they have some plans." A wizard apprentice interrupted. "Didn't you say that a new Chaos Lord appeared in the Speechless Panic Tribe some time ago? Is it a cunning trick of the newly emerged Chaos Lord?"

"I'm sorry, according to various information, the Chaos Lord of the Commander's speechless panic tribe is now unknown." Another person next to him said. "Our best spy sneaked into their camp. After repeated inquiries, it was confirmed that the Chaos Lord was not in the camp. And there was no movement of this mysterious Chaos Lord in their army."

"I know, it is Bruce who commands this attack force. But since there is a Chaos Lord, why is it a Chaos champion the turn to command the main force? Could this matter itself be a scam?"

"Not like. What's the point of disguise? They should have noticed that the Chaos Lord's affairs have been leaked. But... to be honest, this strange Chaos Lord was very suspicious. If this was a scam from the beginning... it was not impossible to use speechless panic."

"Is it a bluff they had no choice?"

"Maybe. But it doesn't matter what the plan is. The key is... what should we do?" The Chaos Champion looked around the audience. To be the final winner, there are only two conditions, one is that strength has an overwhelming advantage. To put it in an image metaphor, after the tiger hunts food, the jackal can only watch and drool from afar. But unfortunately, this condition is not true. At present, a group of wild beasts are staring at a fat sheep, but there is no king of beasts like tigers among the beasts. Everyone's strength is similar - even if there is a little gap, it is not the kind of irreparable gap.

The second condition is to choose the right time. In this kind of melee, timing is very important. Entering the field early usually means leaving the field early. After everything is decided, it means that there is no chance to enter. A common idea is to deploy the army in a position that is conducive to attack, but never attack easily. In this way, it will avoid premature consumption of strength and seize the fruits of victory in time.

This strategy is of course very correct. However, when every tribe chooses this strategy, things will become the current situation: everyone expects others to take action first, but no one takes action.

Of course, if the situation does not change fundamentally, as time goes by, there will eventually be someone who can't calm down and starts first. Once the first, second, third, fourth... will be taken for granted, and a melee will be fully launched. Because the focus is on a time: neither the earlier the better, nor the later the better, but the best when the enemy is weakest.

In just a short while, everyone present immediately discussed a result. No matter what tricks the speechless panic tribe used, it is definitely correct to stick to the camp, spread their eyes, and wait for the fighter plane.

...

It is dawn.

At this time, the sky was still gloomy, and only a little white fish appeared faintly in the east. However, although the world was drowsy, human vision also expanded a lot, at least you could see the camp ahead from afar.

This is a standard Chaos Tribe Camp - the whole is roughly square, surrounded by walls made of earth and stone. In addition to the access roads left at the entrances and exits, wide trenches are dug around the walls. Although these trenches are not inserted with pointed wooden stakes like the Asowen tribe, they are wide and deep.

The Sons of the Plunder are not a nomadic tribe, but a tribe that mainly fishes and hunts. The Sons of the Plunders do not use such camps. They have to migrate at all times and have no time to build such complete fortifications. The Sons of the Plunders are hunting. The only place in their territory is a valley, a rare river on the grassland flows through this abundant valley bottom. It is easier to catch fish and beasts here. However, the Sons of the Plunders of the Plunders are to sell mounts. Yes, although they are not a nomadic tribe and do not produce horses, they produce another type of mount.

When late autumn and winter arrive, animals called "steel cows" will migrate here. This animal can be captured and trained to become powerful mounts. They are stronger than war horses and can bear very heavy weight, so they become very excellent heavy cavalry mounts. In order to show their status, the leaders of many tribes come here to buy these mounts. By selling such excellent mounts, the plundering son tribe becomes stronger and is eventually qualified to compete for this battle for the salt pond.

For attackers, it is not cost-effective to attack such a long-term fixed camp. Although it is called a camp verbally, it is actually not inferior to an ordinary small city in terms of defense capabilities. Just like the so-called "wall", it can actually be called a "city wall". Because the wall is so thick, the top is enough to accommodate three people walking side by side.

Perhaps because the war is approaching, they have set up a series of auxiliary fortifications at the top of the city wall. If it is necessary to say that it has any disadvantages, it is that it does not set up arrow towers like southerners, so that it cannot form a multi-angle counterattack against the attackers.

At this time, the entire camp was in a state of extreme peace. The Son Tribe of the Plundering Sons believed that the scouts they sent, and that the magic wind that instantly reached any corner of the world could convey the alarm in time, so they had never expected that a dangerous enemy had quietly approached and was peeking at the reality of the camp not far away.

Flint is not an experienced commander, but even though he is still very young, he quickly judged that it is unrealistic to attack such a camp. Not to mention that he only had 300 people who could not fill trenches like this, even if he had 300, he would have to spend enough time and energy to gradually build siege machinery to finally launch an attack.

In fact, just by his and his small army, let alone attacking the camp, even if the troops in the camp come out to fight head-on, his chances of winning are very small.

Fortunately, from the beginning, Flint never thought of a frontal attack. It was a surprise attack, and a surprise attack was completely different from a frontal battle.

"See, it's a steel cow." On the side, Gander introduced to Ash Rufate. He was referring to several beasts trapped in beast cages on the edge of the camp.

This animal looks a bit like a cow, perhaps that's why they get their name. But Ashu Rufate knows that this thing is much more dangerous than a cow. Many southern books (especially those written by the church) believe that the cow is not a creature in the ordinary sense, but a complex of some demons and a large number of Chaos Enchanted Armors. Those books usually exaggerate the horror of chaos, saying that such huge and terrifying steel beasts are the creatures of chaos, and the beating demon hearts are full of urges to kill. Their bodies are forged by the flame of Chaos Blasphemy and the terrible runes, and the primitive anger and killing desire fill their bodies under their metal shells.

However, on the battlefield, Ashrufate also saw the corpse of the steel cow. It was actually proved that perhaps they were wearing armor unique to Chaos, but the one under the armor was still a creature. It was an omnivorous, very strong and powerful creature. It was misunderstood because they could carry very large weights. They could also ride a heavy cavalry in addition to heavy armor (the thickest position of the armor can even make bullets shoot through), and after bearing the huge weight of these two, this animal could still run at a speed that was not inferior to the war horse. Moreover, they were more brave than war horses and could rush straight to the enemy formation without fear. On the battlefield, these knights were like moving iron blocks, with great charge power.

Fortunately, the number of steel bull knights is too small to form an army independently and can only be used as mounts of officers. Although their charge power is great, it cannot be compared with the more dangerous chaos eggs. Finally, although steel bulls are usually wearing heavy armor, the gaps in the armor are very large for action. If bullets can hit these gaps, they can severely damage them. In addition, they are also creatures, even if they are strong and endured, they will be tired.

"Are there many steel cattle knights in the army of the plundering sons?" Ashu Rufat asked Gander.

"Oh, there are, but not many," said Gander. "It's not easy to domesticate this kind of animal. And they have to sell steel cattle mounts for something else."
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