Chapter 342 The Eve of Airborne Landing

Hainaut stood on the city wall, looking at the reinforcements that had assembled into a complete marching column in the distance.

The golden and white dazzling flags were raised in the queue. Line infantry armed with standard magic rifles advanced under the supervision of the war supervisor. The armored trolls lined up on both sides became the best guards to protect the entire marching team. In the center.

They set out today to support the 3rd advance team and reorganized into a 6,000-strong reinforced advance team unit.

A force of six thousand men should have an overwhelming numerical advantage.

He wanted to pretend that he had completed his mission, that he had temporarily escaped from what was supposed to be a simple crushing war, but now it had become a meat grinder for imperial forces.

He had already made a decision, so why was he still bothered by the cost of the decision?

He had already lost two advance teams, and he couldn't afford to lose another one.

The physical fitness derived from the blood of elves prevents him from having dark circles under his eyes, but this excellent physical fitness cannot relieve Eno's anxiety before going to bed.

It's so quiet.

Everything was too quiet.

Just like the time left between the annihilation of the first and fourth advance teams, it was so quiet that there was no way to notice the existence of another enemy.

The only thing the enemy discovered by the portal commander was a camp, and the enemy exposed their combat machinery to the observation of their war mages.

The enemy's goal is the defensive camp of the third advance team, and they want to completely annihilate the third advance team. All sources of intelligence point to this goal.

No, he realized that he had touched a trace of the enemy commander's thinking circuit. The enemy commander who likes to hide his troops behind curtains will never reveal his intentions so simply - this is not his style.

Eno withdrew his attention, and a bad thought arose in his heart.

Is his real purpose the second advance team...or is it the portal?

The frontal defense capability of the portal is stronger than the two external camps combined... But the strategic risk here is the greatest, but the benefits are also the most generous.

"I want to know what's going on in the enemy camp next to the third advance team! Immediately, immediately!"

Eno drew chaotic curves on the white paper with the tip of his pen, gritting his teeth.

"Ask all the war mages to be in place and go out for reconnaissance."

The adjutant standing beside him said, showing Aino the photo made of the visual images extracted by the mages.

"Commander Eno, our mage reconnaissance force conducted reconnaissance just three hours ago, and the latest report has been through extracting the vision of the mage himself."

A small camp, with thirty-two cold creations made of gray steel placed in the middle, surrounded by many gray-clothed soldiers with weapons on guard.

Several kitchens began to spit out black smoke early, indicating that there were a large number of soldiers in the camp waiting for their lunch.

"Our scout mages are tired... they have a problem with high-intensity rotations."

Eno could clearly see that even after the reconnaissance three hours ago, these steel creations were still standing steadily on the ground. Some of the creations would emit white smoke screens at certain times and start to cooperate with the gray soldiers around them.

They showed no signs of leaving the camp, and stayed peacefully in the camp they built, always ready to attack the third advance team.

Could it be that he is really worrying too much...

Aino rubbed the center of his eyebrows. He was somewhat doubtful that if he continued like this, he would lose his lifespan... Ha, the elf would lose his lifespan.

"Let them go again, let the mages who have recovered come up. Attack, the war mages will drop to low altitude to attack the building."

Just like they use their own magic to harvest the local residents who can only wield swords.

Aino took a deep breath and asked his lieutenants to pass on his orders to the rotating war mages.

"Let the reconnaissance mages directly attack the houses they built."

"But... there are not many war mages who master flying skills. They have already been rotated for a round... If they are allowed to attack now..."

His adjutant hesitated, hoping that he could give his commander some time to relax and at least give her some time to convince or find a few war mages willing to organize an attack.

Low-altitude combat is an extremely dangerous job for mages. The direct release distance of most spells may not reach the range of the magic rifle in the hands of line infantry - when the enemy's firepower can reach you, it means You are not as free as you seem.

A war mage without the cover of friendly forces casts spells in the sky. The moment the energy in his body is exhausted, the mage will die.

"This is an order."

Eno was thinking, constructing a map of the world in his mind, and suddenly realized that he had even forgotten that the reconnaissance force was going to fly.

"No, don't transfer the war mages who are resting in the camp. Send a signal to the garrison mages on the third advance team and let them launch an attack directly... After the attack is completed, report the battle situation to me and confirm whether their camp is empty. house."

The limit of two hours of flying skills is to travel 20 kilometers in a straight line every hour. After landing and resting for a period of time, the target can be detected. It is too slow.

The reconnaissance mages usually arrive near the target in advance and start the reconnaissance mission after recovering their approximate magic power. After the reconnaissance is completed, they immediately return to the camp and hand over the recorded images to the command hall.

However, even if they know the opponent's goal, how will they attack.

Eno didn't know, but he still tried his best to save all the vitality in his hands.

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Pretending to be a fake camp.

The soldiers inspected the weapons in their hands as always, gently wiping the polished barrels with a cloth. For infantrymen, weapons are part of their lives.

The mages drew a faint semi-circular arc in the air, and some soldiers raised their heads to discuss the number of mages today. The soldiers had long been accustomed to this camp being scouted by mages from the sky every now and then.

One, two, three...eight?

The officer was on the ground counting the light trails drawn by the mage who came to conduct reconnaissance this time.

The eight war mages are more than twice the three mages usually responsible for reconnaissance.

They formed an uneven queue in the sky,

It's not a retreat, the target is directly towards the camouflage camp, riding on the outstretched wings.

"Free fire, act now."

Each officer responded quickly and issued defense and shooting instructions to the soldiers.

"Three hundred meters, four hundred meters, a bit far."

Chang Heng noticed this larger team of mages very early on and took off the front-loading sniper rifle originally customized for him from behind.

Muzzleloader gun, but introduced electric striker ignition.

The original tail opening was closed, allowing the airflow in the barrel to exert all its force on the loaded projectiles, pushing the sharp projectile out of the chamber.

A muzzleloader gun with excellent airtightness can increase the chamber pressure to maximize the conversion of the kinetic energy of the bullet out of the chamber.

His commander had already expected that someone would come to harass this fake camp, so he assigned himself to be responsible for the defense here.

Flame balls fell from the sky, and the soldiers evaded the war mage's attack route in time.

Houses were devoured.

It is different from explosives that need to be ignited to release heat energy and shock waves.

High temperature and flames act directly on the target under the constraints of the spell.

In response, continuous gunshots began to sound from the ground.

The mage armor was extremely effective in resisting several lead bullets that hit the ground. When the lead bullets hit the prism-mounted mage armor, they began to twist and deform, turning into splashing metal droplets.

It is true that there are only fifty people in this camp to make up the numbers. Their firepower can only cause an oppressive consumption of the mage's mental power and spellcasting ability.

Until the mages can no longer bear it mentally, fatal projectiles will penetrate their bodies and take away the vitality they have.

If it were a two-hundred-person archer unit, he was confident that these eight war mages would be able to escape without any return.

Until a special sharp bullet with a brass color penetrated the outermost layer of the mage armor, instantly overloading the war mage and maintaining the spirit of the mage armor.

tear, penetrate.

The wings disappeared and the body fell with a rain of blood.

Chang Heng flicked the sniper rifle to let the smoke lingering on it disperse, and stared at the war mage in the sky who was just releasing fireballs at a few houses from a distance.

Chang Heng realized that something was a little wrong. Did these war mages attack the house instead of the people around the house?

It seems that they are not fools. The mission of this disguised camp has been completed.

But reconnaissance comes at a cost.

Chang Heng loaded new ammunition into the gun chamber and took aim.

But his lord is probably already in place at this time.