Located in the Royal Central Camp 2,500 kilometers away from the checkpoint.
When news of the First Corps' disastrous defeat came back, the morale of the alien race, which had only been boosted by their desperate struggle, suffered another setback, falling back to a level only slightly higher than before.
The huge and exaggerated battle damage figures made the entire alien camp seem to be shrouded in a layer of haze, and the originally noisy camp seemed increasingly quiet and depressing.
On the outskirts of the camp, patrols wearing heavy armor were patrolling listlessly, their eyes full of confusion and fear.
No matter how hard they try, they still can't figure it out. Even if humanity develops smoothly this time, it won't take just four years to gain such a huge advantage, right?
Take the First Corps as an example. They clearly had a numerical advantage of nearly ten times, but they didn't even touch the corners of the opponent's clothes. At least four-fifths of the dead aliens fell on the road to charge, and they couldn't break through at all.
Thick bullet defense line.
In this situation, what is the use of having more people?
It just makes the number of casualties look even more ugly.
Thinking of this, the patrols even felt that there was no hope of victory in this war. If they could not get the help of the ancestor gods, they might be completely defeated by the human Nova Corps before they had time to surround and kill Soma.
In the central camp, there are tents with the symbols of the five royal families.
Curse Tiger's face was gloomy and uncertain. He stood in front of the huge sand table with a detailed battle report floating in front of his eyes.
It records the entire situation of the First Corps from the ambush to the appearance, then from the confrontation to the fierce battle, until the final helpless defeat.
Different from the huge gap reported by the patrols, the numbers in this battle report are much better. The aliens caused nearly 30,000 human casualties.
However, it was this number that made Curse Tiger even more disappointed.
Having had too many interactions with humans, he knew very well that this number could never be true. It was the alien leader who commanded the first corps in combat who was committing fraud.
If the advance legion really suffered 30,000 casualties, then these madmen would never miss the opportunity to pursue the first legion.
But now, this group of people only chased him for less than five kilometers before returning immediately, as if they were winning a battle.
"Nine times the difference in numbers, a completely crushing combat style..."
"This is so different from the past!"
Many of the aliens that the Five Ancestral Gods threw into the Giant Mountain Star Territory were cannon fodder and victims, but the royal family and some important alien leaders were not.
Their memories will be archived in the outside world in real time. After a game is over, these memories will immediately enter the prepared body for another kind of resurrection.
Of course, from a human ethics perspective, this resurrection of inherited memory is not a true "resurrection."
But from the perspective of aliens, this method is the only way for them to become gods.
Through continuous memory inheritance, the cultivation speed at low levels is getting faster and faster.
For example, the five major royal families of the past have inherited sixteen game experiences, which allowed them to complete the first stage of training for the alien race in four years.
But at this time, Curse Tiger compared the memories in his mind, and the shock in his eyes became more intense.
Their cultivation speed is getting faster because they have inherited their previous memories.
But what about humans? Why are they rebuilding their industrial system and restoring technology so fast?
Counting the recent times in detail, even the Yan Kingdom, which caused the greatest trouble to the foreign races, took nearly twenty years for them to recover to their previous level!
Now it has suddenly been shortened five times, completely turning the memory inherited by the alien race into a joke.
"No, these are all changes brought about by Su Mo. What was lacking in those games in the past was a character like Su Mo. It must be him!"
Curse Tiger muttered to himself, frowning tightly.
It was originally thought that with the strength of the First Corps, even if it could not defeat the human advance corps in one fell swoop like the previous massacre of the guerrilla corps, it could still hold it back and buy enough time for subsequent operations.
But now, the disastrous defeat of the First Corps completely disrupted the pace of the alien race's rise, which forced Cursed Tiger to re-examine the entire plan.
Mr. Song in the tent next door was also shocked.
Like Curse Tiger, he did not believe the so-called 30,000 human casualties in the battle report statistics.
Are you kidding me?
It was composed of the most elite veterans of the Nova Corps. If 30,000 people really died, the aliens could call it a great victory even if they paid a price of 500,000!
But it is meaningless to say this now. In his expectation, the first corps with the strongest alien combat effectiveness can at least hold off the human advance corps for three to five days. Now it seems that the previous rape incident still has a profound impact, directly leading to
to the current disastrous defeat.
According to the analysis of battle reports, at least 40,000 of the 56,000 squads in the First Corps did not follow the march plan issued by him, but blindly adopted the old method, relying on instinct and smell.
Rush combat.
To put it more bluntly, it is a suicide squad charge. As long as it can disrupt the human position, it can easily form a breakthrough and cause huge casualties.
It's a pity that if instinct could take advantage, how could the alien race end up in the situation they are in today?
The plan failed. Mr. Song paced back and forth in the camp, thinking in his mind.
The disastrous defeat of the First Corps only disrupted part of the plan and had little impact on the overall plan. As long as it can continue to operate, there may be opportunities for a comeback.
What really worries him is that after just regaining trust, will Curse Tiger take back this trust because of the fiasco of the First Corps?
Will the other four members of the five royal families be punished because of the tragic defeat?
There is no chance to implement the remaining plan, no matter how thorough and detailed it is, it is useless. Mr. Song is not the one who is responsible for what the foreign race is saying now.
However, just as Mr. Song was thinking about the next arrangement, the cursed tiger suddenly floated in, exuding a strong black plague aura.
Mr. Song's heart skipped a beat, and then he breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that Curse Tiger's face was not sullen or gloomy, but rather filled with excitement.
Is it because of the false 30,000 battle losses that Cursed Tiger did not take it seriously?
"Lord Cursed Tiger..."
"Mr. Song, God really helps our clan this time!"
There was an excited look on Curse Tiger's face, which was in sharp contrast to the previous gloominess.
Mr. Song was slightly stunned. Seeing Curse Tiger's excited look, he had no choice but to follow his tone and ask tentatively: "God help?"
"Yes, it's God's help!"
Curse Tiger couldn't help laughing and said, half an hour ago, he was still considering whether to continue to implement the plan set by Mr. Song.
But now, with the news coming back from the nails planted inside human beings, all unnecessary considerations have disappeared.
"The nails we arranged in the frontline team have finally sent back the news. It's really a blessing from God. If it hadn't been for this fiasco, the nails would never have been able to take over so easily. Our plan... went smoother than imagined!"
nail!
Mr. Song was slightly shocked. He had actually heard about the aliens planting spies among humans for a long time, but he did not know the specific list of personnel from beginning to end.
Only the five royal families know the specific list, and only they are qualified to mobilize these nails to perform tasks.
Therefore, in the previous plan, Mr. Song simply excluded this uncertain link. Now it seems that there are changes?
Mr. Song pondered and asked softly: "Master Cursed Tiger, do you have any important news?"
"Of course!" Cursed Tiger said without hesitation: "They have successfully penetrated into the human Nova Corps and learned all of their next combat plans. It is almost as we expected, the Nova Corps is indeed making great progress now, and we want to take advantage of it
In this wave, we are hunting Somo to distract us and take the opportunity to take action to seal the victory."
After saying that, Cursed Tiger gently touched the air in front of him, and countless illusory characters solidified, and then formed a piece of information that can be read by humans.
Mr. Song took it, glanced at it, and his expression suddenly changed.
Just by looking at the planning at the beginning and the familiar and strong combat style, he could be 100% sure that this combat plan was absolutely real and not something that could be fabricated by aliens.
"We are attacking the Baidu Mountains. They want the army to attack the Mingsha Valley and drive straight in to destroy our rear material transportation lines..."
Mr. Song walked to the map and looked at it carefully for a long time. His fingers traced the mountains, rivers, and passes on the map one by one, as if trying to find the key to solving the problem from the countless complicated lines.
At first glance, it seems strange to give up the Baiduan Mountains and rescue Somo.
But if we think about it from another perspective, if he were the commander of the Nova Corps, he would not put too much energy on the Baiduan Mountains.
First, foreigners may not be able to keep Soma.
Secondly, in encircling Wei and rescuing Zhao, the Xinxing Corps was at an obvious numerical disadvantage, so a head-on confrontation was obviously not the best option.
Thirdly, the defense of Mingsha Valley is indeed empty now. If it encounters the main human attack, it will be broken through quickly and the transportation line will be threatened.
"This information is true. They have our nails inside them, and we must also have their nails inside. The empty troops in Mingsha Valley should be spread from these nails. I suggest that the First Corps return to defend here, although they are now
The losses were heavy, but the familiarity with the battlefield is unparalleled by our other regiments."
"With the unique terrain of Mingsha Valley, it is difficult for human weapons to form a scale advantage here. We can let them pretend to assemble in some dangerous places on the front line and look like they are preparing for a counterattack. In this way, we can not only give them
Humans can also attract their attention by creating the illusion that we want to defend Mingsha Valley."
After hearing this, Curse Tiger frowned slightly and thought for a moment.
"Mr. Song, the morale of the remnants of the First Corps is low. If you ask them to do such a thing, can they complete the mission?"
Although this was a blessing in disguise, it made the plan go more smoothly.
But the combat effectiveness of the First Corps has been tested in this battle, and it is no match for humans at all.
"This requires us to make some arrangements. If Mr. Cursed Tiger doesn't mind, I hope you can come forward and tell them that this is an important mission related to the survival of the entire alien race. As long as they can complete it well, not only the previous defeats can be forgotten.
, and you will receive generous rewards.”
"And we don't need them to guard Mingsha Valley, as long as they can delay time and divert the attention of those commanders."
"Well..."
Curse Tiger fell into deep thought.
According to what Mr. Song is saying now, isn't it just to transfer these people and completely turn them into cannon fodder?
Thinking of the false battle losses in the battle report, Curse Tiger nodded lightly, "That's fine, let's give them a chance to make meritorious deeds, but in order to prevent accidents, I think it would be better for us to redeploy some manpower."
"That's okay, let's transfer them from the Third Corps and the Fifth Corps. There are a large number of city beast soldiers in these two Corps, and their combat effectiveness is very strong. Even if the First Corps is defeated, they can still control the situation. To be on the safe side, we still
We can mobilize another 10 million new soldiers from the rear, which should be more than enough to guard Mingsha Valley."
"Okay, I'll make arrangements later."
The two discussed the issue of troop mobilization in detail for a long time.
Both sides have nails inside, so when making a plan, you must dig holes in advance and set up suspicions, so that you can deceive the other party.
Mr. Song has also doubted the authenticity of this information, but no matter how false it is, the two sides will definitely open up their fronts and engage in a bloody battle.
Mingsha Valley is the best choice.
The two parties must get angry before they can continue to dig holes and play tricks on each other.
Otherwise, if one party chooses to leave early, the scene will not go on.
Soon, as time passed, the entire alien camp began to become busy.
Each corps is carrying out the deployment, assembly and deployment of troops in an orderly manner according to the plan.
The aliens in the logistics department worked day and night to allocate supplies and transport large amounts of supplies to Mingsha Valley.
On the front line, the remnants of the First Corps also began to regain their strength under the call of Curse Tiger.
Although many foreigners still had the shadow of failure in their hearts, under the temptation of generous rewards and the encouragement of meritorious service, they still tried their best to cheer up and stationed in Mingsha Valley for defense.
Mixing the city beast soldiers of the third and fifth corps, Mingsha Valley is about 95 kilometers long and 24 kilometers wide, and the number of troops stationed is as high as 14.2 million.
If it weren't for the special terrain of Mingsha Valley, where there are a large number of garrison points underground, and so many people piled into them, a single missile would have been able to take away hundreds of thousands of people.
"The fish has taken the bait, but there is still a tough battle ahead."
News of the alien mobilization spread back to the front lines.
Su Deben flipped through the detailed information, a look of seriousness flashed in his eyes.
A tough battle means a lot of sacrifices.
The aliens can drag the first legion as cannon fodder, and they can also turn the 10 million aliens who were previously engaged in production into recruits as cannon fodder. They don't care about their life or death, just to keep the show going.
But humans can't. The palms and backs of their hands are all flesh. No matter which legion is chosen to fight, the result will be cruel and unacceptable.
Some people are willing to sacrifice their lives for humanity, but no one is willing to become cannon fodder.
unless.
"It's urgent now. Let's mobilize the real world. There is no need for us to continue hiding for the final battle."