"CMDR! CMDR! Team B was ambushed in the southwest! Repeat, Team B was ambushed in the southwest!"
“CMDR! Enemy traces were found on both the left and right sides. We are being flanked! We are being flanked!”
“The reconnaissance team is back! This is Team H. We successfully rescued the reconnaissance team. The enemy’s main force is hidden in the second half of Muspelheim Forest! Apply for a large force to conduct a deep assault! Apply for a large force to conduct a deep assault!”
Countless roars and screams echoed in the radio channel, which was enough to show that the Crimson Team was in an unfavorable situation on this battlefield. If the map of Cassel College was spread out on the table, the church and the large library were marked.
Two important strongholds, the advance of the military line is shown in red and black, so it can almost be seen that the crimson side has fallen into an overwhelming disadvantage at this time.
Under the command of Black's commander, the entire crimson team's battle line was continuously pressed together. His troops were divided into two groups to attack simultaneously in the north and south directions, completely overturning the original plan of a 'sword offensive'.
The red team that broke into the black team's stronghold was clamped down hard.
Black's troops at this moment are like the sharp pincers of a giant crab, tightly tightening the red's throat, forcing the red's commander to continuously extend the front line, but this will inevitably lead to the effective force in the first half being destroyed by two streams of firepower.
It will only be a matter of time before they are surrounded and eliminated. Then Black, who has the superior strength, can continue to use the same trick and attack again, slowly eating away the remaining troops of the red-haired man until he breaks into the defensive area of the church.
"Retreat, the frontline reconnaissance team and H team are retreating. Don't worry, we haven't lost yet, gather up our defenses." On the pager, the red commander's voice was very calm, without any panic, as if he was being hit head-on by the black team.
It was as if this incident had been expected by him.
High up in the church, the commander of the red side stood by the stone wall and looked down at the campus with a tactical telescope. His sight was fixed on the local battlefield in the artificial lake area. He could see that the elites of the black side were overwhelmingly suppressing the red side.
, fearless of death and above-average shooting accuracy, as well as physical strength, mobility, and agility are almost a level higher than those of the Red Army soldiers.
This is not surprising. If the elite of the Lionheart Club could not do this, then this old fraternity should have been eliminated long ago, instead of suppressing the student union for decades to dominate.
There is a gap between the elites of the Student Union and the Elites of the Lionheart Club. Caesar did not find this difficult to understand. He always laughed at the fact that if they were the aristocrats in the bathhouses of ancient Rome, then the Lionheart Club would be the people who walked around the world barefoot in the Lanco Temple.
Ascetic monks let hardship and pain temper their bodies and wills every day.
The soldiers under such Lionheart Society may not be the best, but on the battlefield they are definitely the best among the best, the best among the best. Each person's will is almost as strong as steel and rocks, and they can almost complete the commander's task 100%.
mission until the last person is destroyed.
“But it’s this kind of difficulty that makes gambling interesting.”
Caesar put down his telescope and probably knew what the man with the iron tower in the great library far away in Odin Square was thinking.
"Are you going to use a pincer offensive to force me to extend the front line and then wait for an opportunity to use the 'elite squad' that I promised before the war to carry out a back-and-forth cutoff attack? He really is a man of his word." Caesar turned around and walked towards the people in the room.
In the busy combat conference room, I picked up the pager placed on the desktop map.
“They want to launch a blitzkrieg and shrink the defense line. Team A and Team B on both sides slowly disperse! The other teams move back towards the church!”
"The reconnaissance team reported that they encountered the opponent's 'elite team' in the Muspelheim Forest. If the AB team does not move back to defend, we are likely to be directly penetrated into the hinterland by the opponent. By then, the strength of the stronghold will be reduced.
It seems dangerous." Someone in the war conference room hesitated and objected.
"No, let's let the other teams retreat first, just to give the opponent the illusion that we are forming a tactical defense in depth, just like the battle of Kursk in the textbook. The opponent's commander knows very well that once the defense in depth is formed
, the situation will change from one-sided to an offensive and defensive battle. The opponent will definitely not want to see that scene, so there is a high probability that an elite team will be sent to break in. At that time, the role of the AB team will be reflected." Caesar Lengran on the map
A U shape was drawn, and two arrows were drawn on the AB teams on both sides.
"I know it's risky, but it's worth a try." Caesar nodded, "Once the reverse pincer tactics are established, the mortars in front of the stronghold can play a big role. If they want to break into our home, we might as well
Just make full use of the home court advantage to defeat them."
As if they saw hope in Caesar's command, the noise in the combat conference room instantly doubled several times. The students in charge of liaison blushed and yelled at the pager to prevent the explosion of shock bombs and gunfire from covering it up.
their voices.
"Who can deal with the sniper on the other side! No less than fifteen of our people have died in his hands! If this continues, the enemy will pierce us before we can shrink the defense line!" Suddenly a man in the combat conference room raised his head and shouted.
Roar.
“The sniper is at least 900 meters away, and none of our special forces can go over and deal with him now!”
"Nine hundred meters away? You mean the person opposite is setting up a gun over in Odin Square? Be clear, this is an academy! Not the battlefields of Afghanistan and the Gulf! Where can Lionheart get such a monster?"
The man yelled back, saying that since five minutes ago, many people on their side have been killed by cold shots from the snipers from the opposite side.
“How do I know? I heard that the other side’s sniper seems to be a new student... If you want to yell at the people in the fraternity club, why didn’t they dig someone up for us?”
“Maybe it’s because we have to run naked when we join the club.” Someone yelled in the same way.
“The sniper opposite is a woman! Just like ours! Women don’t need to run naked! Do you want to be called upon by the Disciplinary Committee?” someone shouted back immediately.
The atmosphere became bad again, just because a sniper usually does not play a big role as a unit on the battlefield. Under the suppression of the barrage, it is difficult for a flesh and blood body to determine the outcome.
, except for the sniper thing.
This kind of battlefield ghost that ignores distance and steals people's lives is the most frightening and timid. It's no wonder that the roaring man is so irritable and excited.
A large part of the reason why the student union's advance "sword offensive" was defeated was because of the mysterious sniper in the Lion Heart Club. The most exaggerated shooting even killed the opponent from a distance of nearly a thousand meters through complex terrain.
Dropped a grenadier at the door of their church!
"The only way to deal with snipers is by our snipers." Standing by the door, Caesar spoke up and looked up at the top of the church. Their snipers were also hidden on the dome.
Many people also subconsciously looked up. Although they only saw the ceiling, they all imagined the beautiful girl lying in front of the sniper scope dozens of meters above the ground, with her long dark red hair blowing in the wind.
Every time gunshots are fired from the church, it means that the enemy has lost one man. The leader of the Lion Heart Club's team that advances into the defense line will inevitably be knocked to the ground by a cold shot. The others can only quickly find bunkers to escape. This is why
The reason why the Lionheart Club was unable to quickly enter the church stronghold despite its strong morale.
"Be ourselves and have some confidence in our sniper. After all, she is the strongest sniper on our side." Caesar smiled lightly.
No one had any doubts about Caesar's words, because before the start of Freedom Day, when the Lionheart Club recommended a sniper, only one person had the courage to raise his hand. It turns out that she is not doing well now, she is just defensive.
In this form, the deterrent effect is not as great as that of the attacking sniper.
Both the Lionheart Club and the Student Union each have a sniper. Coincidentally, the snipers on both sides are freshmen. If their shooting skills are mediocre, but not enough to be discussed on the table, they can be treated as both of them.
When you transform into the Grim Reaper on the battlefield, the situation becomes particularly subtle and interesting. Whoever kills the opponent's sniper first will win the winner of the next battle.
It seems that the snipers on both sides can't do anything to each other. Every time a gun is fired, the people on both sides will change their sniper positions in an instant. Until now, they have never shot each other to test, but at some point later
If two people really exchange fire, one of them will inevitably fall.
"CMDR, there's a situation on the front line!" The liaison officer suddenly sat up, and the chair behind him overturned to the ground.
“What’s wrong?” Caesar frowned.
“There is a firefight in Muspelheim Forest! Elite enemy squads have been observed engaging in combat!”
"Team H should be on the front line. Didn't I reject their request to break in and let them return to defense?" Caesar's ice-blue eyes suddenly filled with a hint of suspense. The commander in charge was most afraid of what would happen.
This is the case.
Muspelheim Forest is located in the center of the two strongholds, connected to the college gate on the outside and the H team on the inside. Once Team H, the main forward force of the Student Union, falls into a hard fight, it will inevitably be turned back to double-team by other forces of the Lion Heart Club. They have one less person on their side.
As for the entire main force, the opponent is very likely to change their tactics and no longer be so aggressive in breaking out, but instead choose to slowly eat them up, and the whole situation will most likely collapse!
“Team H has arrived at the defense location, and we have joined Team C!” The gasping voice of the captain of Team H suddenly sounded on Caesar’s pager.
“Not Team H?” Caesar was startled. Not only him, but also everyone in the combat conference room was stunned. They looked back at the person who made the initial report.
If it’s not Team H, then who are the elite squads of the Lionheart Society in Muspelheimrin fighting against now?