Chapter 22 Bleeding

The next morning, before the mist had cleared, a gunshot broke the silence of the mountains, and a new round of war began.

There were gunshots and shouts of killing. This war has entered a stalemate stage from the beginning. The enemy and I are fighting for each other without retreating. The intensity is far greater than yesterday. But this is normal. After all, yesterday's battle was more of a test for Greenfield Town, an inspection of the Black Bat tribe's combat power. It emphasized orderliness, meticulousness, and thoughtfulness. Today is a real war, no matter what. They will never give up until they achieve their goal, and for the Black Bat tribe, they had a way out in yesterday's battle, but today they have no way out. After all, their home is behind them.

Behind, standing with Ferrolet, observing the battlefield through a monocular telescope, Sean's brows frowned slightly.

As far as the overall battle situation on the battlefield is concerned, there is no doubt that the Green Field Army has the advantage. However, the casualties suffered by the Green Field Army are not small. Sean alone saw more than ten people falling into a trap or being killed. They tripped over the trip rope, fell into a pit, or were hit by rocks.

"Ferrore, how much will it cost us if we continue to fight like this and penetrate the Black Bat tribe's defense line?"

Sean has no doubt about the victory of the war. What he considers is the price to pay and whether it is worth paying such a high price.

Hearing the meaning of Sean's words, Ferrero didn't panic and seemed confident.

"Lord, although the current battle situation seems fierce and our casualties are not small, for us, this is just a trial and is only temporary. The battle situation will change soon."

After the words fell, Ferrolet began to issue a new round of orders. Sean just watched from the sidelines and did not interfere at all. After all, he had said before that he would leave the battlefield to Ferrolet.

The bugle sounded, and after receiving the order, the rear team of the Green Field Army pressed forward slightly to increase their firepower to suppress the Black Bat tribe. The various combat teams in the front team cooperated with each other and slowly retreated. Everything was in order.

When attacking, it is like a big wave sweeping across, turbulent and surging, and when retreating, it is like a stream flowing, quiet and peaceful. At this moment, the professionalism of the Greenfield Army is clearly revealed.

Behind the Black Bat tribe, after learning the news of the sudden retreat of the Green Field Army, although they did not understand the specific reason, most of the top leaders of the Black Bat tribe had smiles on their faces. After all, in their opinion, those white ghosts were probably Frightened by the danger of their necropolis, only Black Bone Da and Black Bat Priest had different expressions on their faces.

The retreat did not mean the end of the war. After a slight repair, the Greenfield Town military began to launch a new round of attack. The only difference from before was that this time it was not the army but the prisoners who led the charge.

"Hurry up, go over there, what are you waiting for?"

"Pah, pah, pah!"

Under the threat of the whip and listening to the half-baked Aboriginal language, the captives kept walking towards the Black Bat tribe. In the process, a few captives wanted to escape directly, but the result was that they were shot alive without any luck. Of course, in order to stimulate the fighting spirit of these prisoners, the Greenfield Army also promised that as long as they could break into the Black Bat tribe, they would be able to get rid of their slave status after the war.

"ah."

The screams were endless, and the traps in the Black Bat Tribe's necropolis were constantly being triggered by the captives, resulting in heavy casualties.

"These damn white ghosts are so cunning."

A leader of the Black Bat tribe let out his own roar as he watched the advancing Black Bat military hiding behind the prisoners, and there were not a few Black Bat tribesmen who had the same idea as him.

"kill."

Although they knew that the White Ghosts wanted to use prisoners to consume their strength, the Black Bat tribe had no choice. After all, they could not watch the prisoners break through their defense lines and trigger all their traps. If this was the case, they would die. deal.

Arrows and spears kept appearing, and even some manipulation traps were used by the Black Bat tribe in order to quickly clear out the prisoners.

In the process, the Greenfield Town military behind the captives seized the opportunity to continuously attack the Black Bat tribesmen who appeared. They were very calm with their flesh and blood shields. Of course, in the process, they would inevitably accidentally injure the captives, but who? Care?

"Lord, please look, if this continues, we will be able to have lunch at the Black Bat tribe soon."

Looking at the latest war situation, a relaxed smile appeared on Ferrolet's originally serious face, and after hearing this, a smile also appeared on the corner of Sean's mouth.

Ferrolet's tactics of driving away prisoners were not complicated, but they were very effective. Although it was a bit bloody, and it was not in line with the aristocratic qualities, it was better to let the natives bleed than to bleed their own troops. Sean knew this very clearly.

The battle on the front mountain was going smoothly, and Monnes and others who had climbed up the back mountain had quietly launched operations.

Because of the tense battle on the front mountain and the long-term habitual understanding that no one could climb up the back mountain, the internal defense of the Black Bat tribe was not tight at this moment.

With a click, he casually broke the lost tongue's neck. After simply hiding the body, Crom moved and disappeared into the dense forest.

"Lord Monnes, the location has been determined."

Joining the Guards team, Crom reported the information he got from several tongues to Mons.

After getting the information he wanted, Mons acted decisively and immediately. After all, he couldn't hope that his enemies were fools. Although they had not been discovered yet, the longer it took, the greater the risk of exposure. That’s when the real trouble comes.

Hey, the guards kept shuttling through the dense forest, trying to avoid the Black Bat tribesmen. If they couldn't avoid it, they would use thunderous means to kill them directly before they could react.

Woo, the murder was silent. He ordered his men to drag the bodies of the three children into the grass behind him. Mennes looked at a building not far away and knew that the target was in front of him.

As a team of extraordinary beings, Monnes and others had a very clear goal of working hard to lurk. The first goal was to implement decapitation tactics and kill as many of the top leaders of the Black Bat tribe as possible. The second goal was to create chaos and provide support for the frontal battlefield.

Among these two goals, the first goal is not mandatory. It depends on the specific timing. The second goal must be achieved. Of course, if the first goal is achieved, the second goal will actually be achieved. After all, a sheep cannot do without a head. , without those high-level officials, the Black Bat tribe will inevitably fall into chaos in a short period of time.

"Start comparing the watches now."

With the goal in front of him, Monnes didn't delay at all.

"Eleven fifteen in the morning."

"Eleven fifteen in the morning."

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"Okay, the time is correct. Start taking action in five minutes. Remember that the first goal is to kill the tribe leader Hei Guda and the Black Bat High Priest."

Tick, tick, the originally almost inaudible sound of the pocket watch turning was unexpectedly clear at this moment. When the second hand completed the last revolution, the six Monns rushed out like arrows, followed by another A red flare, this was the agreement between Mons and Ferrolet before the operation, and it was also the beginning of the killing.