Chapter 992: Battle for the Tower (Twenty-Six)

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the smoke of war rose. When the torches lit up in the dark night, they were like will-o'-the-wisp fires floating in the wind. Clusters of light lit up, and lines of fire came from the end of the sky like waves.

"Buzz--"

The low sound of the horn made the air tremble, and together with the harsh cry of the mine cart when it ran over the rails, it played the prelude to the upcoming war.

"Ah!!!!" A mysterious light lit up in the darkness, like magma flowing down from the clouds. The moment the lava demon raised his arms, the hot and bright orange-red color like lava bloomed from his chest.

A heavy punch came down, and with a "bang", a small demon soldier fell down, and the weapon in his hand flew far away.

The weapon rolled on the ground for several times, and the sharp blade knocked out a gap. In the reflection of the blade, the flow of people awakened in the middle of the night was like mosquito larvae struggling helplessly on the water in late autumn.

In an instant, the camp roared wildly. I don't know which demon screamed the first time: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! They are coming, they are coming!!!"

The shouts suddenly rose, and the camp was boiling instantly. Many demons rushed out halfway through their armor, and as a result, more panicked companions rushed to the camp gate.

The first demons who came out only heard an explosion and saw two corpses. They thought someone had killed someone in the camp, so they wanted to notify the commander as quickly as possible.

However, the later demons saw them running out in a hurry and thought that the enemy had already broken in directly. They didn't care about putting on armor or picking up weapons. They ran wherever others ran. In an instant, the whole camp became extremely chaotic.

The commander, who was also not wearing armor, rushed out of his tent inexplicably, shouting: "What are you doing! What are you doing! Who broke in?! What are you doing? Stop, don't run away!!"

The newly awakened demons were looking for the enemy, but because they were unorganized and undisciplined, they could only run around like headless flies, and were soon caught alone. After a few screams, the other demons became even more panicked.

"It must be them! It must be them who broke in!! Those damn slaves!! Get weapons quickly, I'm going to kill them!!!"

"Ah!! They're finished! I just saw a fire over there, I'm going to cut them into pieces now!!!"

"They have been hiding for so long, and finally dare to show up? Wait for me, ah ah ah!!!!"

For a while, shouting, roaring, and cursing were endless, and the commander's two shouts were useless.

When the whole camp was in chaos, the commander knew that the situation he least wanted to see had happened, that is, they blew up the camp.

In relatively classical warfare, there is one situation that must be prevented, that is, camp roar, also known as camp bombing.

Simply put, in more traditional wars, soldiers only need to have combat qualities, they only need to listen to orders and be able to fight, the rest is to reduce efficiency and waste resources.

If you want your troops to be able to fight and obey, the commander must establish his extremely stable ruling position, and if you want to consolidate your position as a commander, you must establish extremely strict military discipline. In ancient wars, the more elite the troops, the more so.

Military discipline and nature are almost completely opposite. Military discipline requires fearlessness of death, but fear of death is the instinct of any intelligent life.

When you are on the battlefield where the battle is fierce and tense, there is high-pressure military discipline above your head, and there is a ferocious enemy in front of you. You don’t know when you will die, and your spirit is always tense.

Rest time is the only time to relax. This time usually occurs after a war or harsh training. Physical fatigue will make people more relaxed. At this time, if they suddenly encounter intense stimulation, it is very likely to trigger an instinctive stress response.

Batman's strategy is to combine geographical tactics with psychological warfare to achieve the goal of breaking through the defense without bloodshed.

The miners are familiar with the terrain and can move around the mine with their eyes closed. They know where there are small gullies, bunkers, secret interlayers and cracks. In the past few days, they have been using various tactics to disturb the enemy around the Seventh Mountain.

As we all know, defense is not just about staying in the camp. Reconnaissance troops must be sent out, fortifications must be built, and patrols must be carried out every day. Those reconnaissance troops, patrols and engineers who build fortifications are their targets.

The routines used are very consistent. It is nothing more than breaking the whole into pieces, breaking them one by one, and advancing when the enemy retreats and retreating when the enemy advances.

It is impossible for large heavily armored demon soldiers to participate in the reconnaissance troops. Light demons are not so physically strong. Once they fall into a trap or are surrounded by many large miner slaves, the chance of survival is not very high. In the first few days, the defense forces of the Seventh Mountain lost three patrol teams and two reconnaissance teams.

Logically speaking, they should fight back if they suffer a loss, but they are the defending side and cannot attack with their entire army, otherwise they will be lured away.

Batman's troops are like a knife, constantly cutting the flesh of the defense forces of the Seventh Mountain. The opponent is in pain and angry, but it is difficult to fight back.

The regular army led by the heavy armored soldiers rushed over, but the enemy avoided fighting and relied on a few mountains for defense. The small force was not enough to attack.

But if more people were sent and a few more magicians were added, they could attack, but the enemy began to trade space for time.

At the same time, once the defense of the Seventh Mountain was weakened, Batman would send reconnaissance troops to take advantage of the situation, scaring the commander of the Seventh Mountain to retreat quickly.

In the end, the commander had no choice but to shrink the defense circle, reduce the patrol range, reduce the number of patrols, and no demons were allowed to leave the camp without reason.

But in this way, this group of demon soldiers was suffocated. Demons are more irritable than humans, and the reason why demon soldiers are different from other slaves is that in addition to the racial advantage, they are more bloodthirsty and more evil, and their minds are full of chopping off the opponent's head and kicking it like a ball.

The commander of the opposite side has not studied psychology, and does not know that constantly suppressing emotions in a short period of time can easily make these intense emotions become a bomb, and then be detonated one day.

And tonight is the day when Batman lights the fire.

Before, the companions who went out for patrol and reconnaissance kept disappearing, which put a lot of psychological pressure on the demon soldiers. They could accept fighting with each other on the front battlefield, but they could not accept that they died without seeing each other, as if it was haunted.

If they were alone, they would disappear, but if they united, they could not find the opponent. They could not attack the opponent's camp, and they would be scolded if they retreated. After shrinking the defense circle, they could only stay in the camp every day. These demon soldiers were almost crazy.

At this time, a vanguard team led by Merkel sneaked into the camp during the rest time. Of course, there was no one in this team who could compete with any demon soldier, so they did not plan to fight head-on.

The Thor threw out two fire spears, set the tent on fire, and forced out the first wave of demon soldiers. These big-headed soldiers had no tactical qualities at all, and did not know what it meant to blow up the camp. When they found the enemy, they shouted immediately.

Other demons heard the news and rushed out. However, they were able to chase the enemy and achieve results because someone was commanding them. Without someone to command them, these demons were like headless flies.

Some large demons woke up and thought that the enemy was behind the camp, so they rushed over, not only knocking down the medium-sized demons, but also trampling the small demons to death. The small demons were running all over the ground. The magician didn't know where to throw the lighting spell, and finally threw it all on the friendly army.

Within just a few dozen minutes, the whole camp exploded, all the demons were howling, and the commander's arm was broken by the rushing crowd. Many demons began to run out, so all the demons began to run out.

After running out, they didn't know what to do, so they wanted to go back to the camp, but once the crowd was cut and dispersed, the miner slaves who had been waiting on the side used the prepared traps and coordinated tactics to take them down one by one.

Standing on the top of the third mountain, Batman saw that there was a fire around the defense camp of the seventh mountain. With a flare made of bombs launched into the sky, Batman knew that the best time to take the seventh mountain had arrived.

There was no way to take shortcuts for the next thing. Although the other side blew up the camp, the remaining living forces could still resist to a certain extent. It was unrealistic to swallow so many demons with those tricks. Next, they could only fight head-on.

The miners' army, which had been organized long ago, rushed towards the camp. Batman led one of the teams to attack the gate, dividing the largest chaotic flow of people into two, and then the flanking troops followed, and then divided them into smaller pieces, and then surrounded them.

Although without a commander, the demon soldiers would no longer unite into a front line for tactical resistance, but their own strength should not be underestimated. If someone hit them, they would definitely fight back. For a while, there were flashes of swords and blood splashing.

Batman, holding a torch high, found that at the moment of direct contact with the demon soldiers, at least one-third of the demons in his squad fell.

This group of weak miner slaves had no way to compete with the naturally superior and well-trained demon soldiers.

The heavily armored demon punched a thallusion demon on the head, smashing his upper body into a pulp, and then threw the mud demon on his arm to the ground with another punch, and stepped on it. The mud demon let out a shrill scream, and the blood spurted out splashed on Batman's cape, making him feel a little dizzy.

Batman never felt fainted by blood.

But now, he found that in a large-scale war, the tragedy and bloodiness brought by the head-on collision of the front line was incomparable to any street fighting. Being in the center of the meat grinder, no recruit who stepped on the battlefield for the first time could calm down, including Batman.

In a head-on battle, there is no room for fancy operations, and every punch hits the flesh and every knife draws blood.

Batman discovered that in such a war, his power was very small.

Indeed, he could fight a medium-sized demon with his tactical mind, which was almost impossible in the power classification of hell, because even neutral demons were at least two meters taller than humans.

However, Batman could use various tactical means to confuse the opponent's sight and then overcome his weaknesses.

But what happened next?

Batman, covered in blood, pulled his gauntlet out of the heart of a demon. He kept panting, trying to make up for the consumed physical strength in a short time.

This was the second demon he killed, but it failed to save the disadvantage of the front line. Not to mention killing two demons, even killing twenty demons would not have much effect on such a frontal fight.

Batman shook his head, tried to calm down, and then shouted: "Open a gap on the right wing! Don't move forward, open a gap, let them out!"

The order was passed down layer by layer, and the original encirclement formation opened a gap. The front line gradually spread to the east, from the original shuttle shape to a flatter line shape. The encircled miners led the demon soldiers in the center all the way to the east.

Batman's palms began to sweat, and he felt that his heart was beating at a fierce rhythm he had never felt before, because the changes in the battle situation would determine the victory or defeat of this battle.

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