Chapter 481 Night Attack

The time of the day is fleeting. It is afternoon again.

In the monitoring room, the gray-white cloak was adjusting its instruments with the cooperation of Wochel.

"I said, you have turned the power too high." Although Wocher was helping, he expressed his objection. "In this way, although it will completely suppress the will of the old hand, it will also have many adverse effects. Under this stimulation, the green-skinned brain may produce irrecoverable lesions."

"I don't need him to live a hundred years old. I just need him to survive these two days."

Yesterday, the dwarf legion was just a speculation about the night attack, but today, this speculation is supported by evidence - based on the satellite observations, the dwarfs are rectifying their arms.

The rectification of the military equipment did not strengthen the defense measures of the base camp. Even the stupidest person could see that the dwarf planned to take the initiative. However, the combat power of the two sides was too disparate, so head-on combat was impossible, so there was only one answer left.

"Well... it's done." The gray-white cape picked up the adjusted helmet. From his face, you can see that his physical condition is not very good now, but at this time there was a pathological excitement supporting him. "The power is adjusted to three times the normal one. Now, no matter how firm the orc's will is, he will not cause trouble for me anymore."

Tonight, he will teach the Blood Duke a good lesson! Then tomorrow he will let the Blood Duke's Dwarf Legion completely end. Of course, it would be even better to cut off the opponent's head on the battlefield.

"To be honest, I still think there is something wrong." Wochel said despair again at this time. "The Duke of Blood Artificial Intelligence Assisted, he shouldn't make such a mistake!"

"He may not come, but that doesn't matter." The gray-white cape replied disdainfully. "Anyway, his legion will be over tomorrow! You don't think that such a small number of dwarves and a wall with little defense can block my siege on all sides, right?"

What he said is the fact. Because the fortifications of the Dwarf's base camp are very simple, there is only a thin wall, and there is not even a supporting trenches. No matter how you look at it, the Dwarf cannot withstand the attack of the Greenskin army ten times more. From this point of view, the Dwarf can only take the initiative to attack and try to defeat the Greenskin by using the night attack. Although the possibility of victory is very low, it is better than not. After all, as long as the Greenskin boss can be killed in the night attack, the Greenskin army is likely to collapse.

What the gray-white cloak has to do today is to completely disappear the dwarf's already low chance of victory.

In order to allow the disorganized Green Skin to deal with the night attack, the gray-white cloak took a lot of brains (he no longer expects Green Skin's discipline, as long as they are willing to fight). In fact, anti-night attack is not a simple thing. This is because the dwarves have good dark vision and can act unaffected at night. However, the dark vision of Green Skin's dark vision is much worse than that of the dwarves. In this alone, the dwarves have a natural advantage in the night attack.

Besides, night attacks are never simply attacking all the way, but are divided into multiple teams, harassing from all directions, forming a great momentum to deter and disturb the enemy. Then the main force takes the opportunity to attack the core of the enemy's formation. Therefore, one of the core keys of counter-night attacks is to determine the enemy's main attack direction. Only by determining the direction of the main attack can you take targeted actions. If you cannot judge the main force of the enemy, then it is definitely no problem to defend the camp, but it is difficult to take the opportunity to counterattack. In other words, at most, he can only make the Dwarf Legion of the Blood Duke's Dwarf Legion not be able to make the opponent lose money, but he cannot in turn make the opponent suffer a big loss.

However, it is far from enough to make the dwarf unable to get a bargain. At least it is far from enough to feel the gray-white cape. You must know that he has such a great advantage and even has every move of the enemy in control. If he does not seek merit but does not make any mistakes in this situation, he will repel the dwarf's night attack, and then he will look down on himself.

"He will definitely come." Wochel replied. "I aimed the satellite's focal length at the camp... so I could clearly see the various mobilizations of the camp. That was definitely a pre-war preparation... Since they did not have fortifications, they must have attacked at night. And the distance and time were just right."

Because the dwarves' helicopters were spinning over the heads of the Greenskins, every move of the Greenskins was under the surveillance of the dwarves. Of course, the dwarves had no idea that their every move was also under the surveillance of others.

"Then let them wait!" The gray-white cloak grinned, and then he put on the helmet-like instrument. This time, the indicator light on the shell began to flash wildly.

...

It's getting dark.

Due to the reconnaissance of helicopters, Greenskin's actions were well known at this time. Almost no one expected Greenskin to play this trick - even the dwarves with the longest beard and the richest combat experience could not have imagined. After they defeated the Iron Boss' army with the help of ogres, each dwarf thought they could celebrate this great victory in advance. This was not a victory in a battle - but a victory in the entire military operation to recover the peninsula. The Greenskins no longer had the power to resist, and the remaining Greenskin was scattered and lacked organization, and would be easily defeated.

Who would have expected that the remaining green skin was suddenly organized by a boss and rushed to the dwarf base camp?

Although this is hard to believe, it is logically possible. Every dwarf knows that the rise of the green-skinned war commander is always very sudden, and you can't tell when a war commander will emerge. Moreover, the rise of the war commander is always very rapid - the useless man is still useless, and the powerful man can unify the world in a short time.

As for why Greenskin knows the location of the Dwarf's base camp, this can also be explained - there were many Greenskins who escaped sporadically in the army of Iron Boss. If these goblins accidentally appeared in the dwarf's base camp during the escape, and then defected to this newly emerging war commander, then the current situation has a reasonable explanation.

In the dwarves' camp, infantry, musketeers, and war machinery are all ready. The dwarves all know that this is a night attack, and for the sake of marching, too bulky cannons cannot carry too much.

The soldiers were already in marching formations and ready to go out at any time. Like all such combat rules, middle and senior officers gathered in the large conference room in the middle of the camp to hold a pre-war mobilization meeting and assign tasks.

The problem was that the general who summoned their group, the great casting master Ashu Rufat, was not there. All the officers were waiting there.

"The master said he left the camp for a walk and would come back later." This was news from a messenger. This news was shocking enough, but the next news was even more amazing.

"The master said that everyone can go out when it gets dark. Just carry the machinery and march slowly, and he will catch up."

This order is unbelievable. If this is a human army, then the officers would probably have thought of "whether the general escaped alone?" However, the dwarves' natural sense of honor and morality made them completely unconsidered, because it was impossible for a dwarf general to do such a thing. Besides, every dwarves had seen how the great casting master Ash Rufate led the way and fought bravely in the previous battle.

Although this matter was very incredible, the Dwarf officers finally accepted it. They privately discussed this incredible topic - more than one dwarf thinks that Master Ashrufate might have been hit on the head, causing his mental disorder. However, since this is the general's order, they can only obey for the time being.

...

The white-handed boss stood on the hillside and watched the goblins complete the construction of the camp under the supervision of the orcs. If a green-skinned person stood on one side and looked at the boss carefully, he would be surprised to find that the spirit flashing in the white-handed boss's eyes at this moment did not belong to the green-skinned family at all. In fact, the same is true. Because at this time, all kinds of thoughts and thoughts from unknown places were forcibly stuffed into the white-handed boss' mind, making its original green-skinned thinking and memory completely suppressed to the bottom of the consciousness. Rather than being a white-handed boss, it would be better to say that another consciousness has completely taken over the body.

Usually, Greenskin does not pay much attention to camps, but when entering those dangerous and vulnerable areas, Greenskins will also build camps with certain defense capabilities. This task has always been completed by goblins. However, today the boss of the white-handed does not need to really build a solid camp. He just lets the goblins build it at will.

It was getting late, and the Green Skin camp had been built. Unlike ordinary camps, Green Skin built a total of five camps tonight. Four sub-camps in the southeast, northwest and north, plus the main camp in the middle. Each sub-camp has about 3,000 Green Skin campers, and the rest is concentrated in the main camp.

From the green skin point of view, the boss's request is simply ridiculous. Since he knew that the dwarves would come to steal the camp, why did he build a camp? Just wait for the dwarves to come and fight!

But the White Hand Boss (or the consciousness that occupied the body of the White Hand Boss) did not think so in his mind. He knew very well the comparison of the dwarf and the green-skinned troops. On the surface, he had dispersed his troops, but this arrangement could ensure that he could clearly judge which direction was the dwarf's main attack. In fact, what he was really worried about was that the dwarf turned around and slipped away when he saw that the situation was not good. In this case, although it means that the dwarf could still be wiped out, his careful arrangement would be ruined, which would become intolerable. He himself never realized his real motivation for doing this, which was because he was eager to prove that the Blood Duke was not as good as himself - in any aspect.

The dwarves have not many troops, so they will never be able to disperse their troops and attack from multiple sides. Although he looks down on the Blood Duke, he also knows that the other party is at least experienced in battle formations and cannot make too outrageous mistakes. The dwarves' harassing troops will be blocked by the greenskin troops in the sub-camp, and their main attacking troops can (if no accident) defeat the sub-camp and then go straight to the center. However, by that time, he will completely crush the dwarves' attack with an absolute advantage.

The night is already dark.

The white-handed boss was waiting patiently in the camp. If it were a normal army, there would be no way to rest when he learned that there would be an enemy who would attack tonight. However, the casual nature of Greenskin once again played a role. Although the boss announced that there would be a dwarf attack tonight, a large part of Greenskin still had a comfortable sleep. However, the white-handed boss did not stop this situation, because this would be equivalent to providing a free disguise. Even if the dwarf sent vanguards to reconnaissance, the actual situation of Greenskin could not be found.

There was silence in the camp. No matter whether it was the sleeping green skin or the green skin that was waiting for, it was time to come... The boss of the white hand held his magic battle axe and watched the moon pass by the treetops bit by bit in an unspeakable excitement. The moonlight tonight was good, which was beneficial to the green skin army, because the dwarf's night vision ability would be offset by a large part of it.

Suddenly, a scream broke the calm of the night. The sound seemed to be a signal. In a flash, the entire green-skinned camp started. Fighting, shouting, and screaming sounds one after another, and the battles of the four sub-camps around started almost at the same time.

Here comes! His waiting was not in vain. The sloppy boss suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and began to listen carefully to the sounds from all sides. However, it seemed that the dwarf's harassment was decent, and it was impossible to tell where he was attacked from the front and where he was harassed from the outside.

Moreover, there were no sounds of gunfire everywhere, which may indicate that there were harassment and combat on all sides at this time, and the real main force of the dwarves had not yet entered the battle.

Cunning action! The boss of the white hand made such a judgment in his heart. However, he knew very well that the number of dwarves was not large. No matter how brave they were, they could not offset the number of disadvantages. Therefore, the main force of the dwarves would definitely attack from one side. Before this, all he had to do was wait patiently.

The white-handed boss walked out of the tent, outside the tent, waiting for a good battle orcs and goblins who were terrified to watch from all sides were waiting there.

"Boys, listen!" The white-handed boss scolded loudly. Although the greens knew that the boss had been wrong recently, they could only listen to the boss's words obediently now. "Wait here, wait for the dwarves to come, and then we will fight from the front."

The boss and the boy looked at each other in confusion, and the boss's way of speaking made them unable to understand.

A short while later, a group of goblins from the Ximian branch camp ran to the front of the white-handed boss crying and shouting at him. "Boss, it's not good, we've been overturned! There are too many of them!"

"Too many?" Before the white-handed boss could wake up, another group of goblins escaped into the camp. From the direction they ran over, you knew that they had escaped from the south camp. "Boss! We can't stand it anymore! They're calling!"

Before the white-handed boss came to his senses, he saw countless staggering figures bathed in the moonlight and appeared outside the camp.
Chapter completed!