A vast and long-lasting war is composed of many lines, and each line is distributed with many points. It may be a small battle, or it may be a local plan, but it can all exert its unique effect, and even become a
A major turning point in the entire war. There is no doubt that the attack on the headquarters of the Nanshan Merchant Group was a turning point that promoted the course of the war. Although the Nanshan Merchant Group Army only took three days to deal with this matter, it directly
It resulted in a disastrous defeat.
From the perspective of the rear army group of the Nanshang Regiment, the Independent Legion in the Southern Theater Command of Sibia was no longer a threat. However, when they tried to eliminate the Independent Legion, they did not expect that the other party had received strong reinforcements - elven cavalry and dwarf combined infantry.
, tribal mountain troops, water assault troops, air assault troops, elite special operations squadrons, and even dragoon troops that can cause endless panic in the merchant army all appeared on the battlefield. Their number is not too many, but the ones who entered
The timing and location were very well grasped.
The Sibia people have never known what humility means. They tightly grasped this small advantage and tried their best to make it bigger and stronger! The roles of the offensive and defensive sides were reversed, and the encirclement and annihilation battle became an encounter. The original chance of victory was
The merchant army in control was completely defeated!
Facts have proved that no army can match the explosive power of the Sibians. In the forest, there are only the howls of tribesmen and dwarves; on the plains, it seems that only the dragoons are left... It is only a daytime battle, and the merchant army
Two of the ten legions were destroyed, and three more were left half disabled. That night, a quarter of the army supplies that were too late to retreat were burned, and the transport team was unable to move forward.
Although the merchant group army's rear army group can still protect itself, the army in front will have to eat itself.
Shortly after Major General Roman hummed a tune and counted the results, a similar scene occurred on the northern battlefield on the 27th day after zero hour of the war, but this change happened in the hands of a pair of enemies - in exchange for Roman
, Major General Glens and Major General Scindia and their troops were sent to the northern theater to serve. The feud between the two was widely spread and was even sung by bards.
Although they were incompatible due to the past, the two major generals had a tacit understanding in command. The Northern Merchant Regiment's offensive was fierce, but it was never fully displayed in front of them. Different from the style of Major General Roman, Glenns and Cindy
Ya was very good at traditional frontal battles, so he was placed on frontal defense by Lieutenant General Helter. It was true that the prince's vanguard troops were making great strides, but every step they took was at the expense of the collapse of one of the troops.
Just after the Northern Merchant Regiment opened a breakthrough to Dicheng, they, like Roman, received reinforcements from similar military types, blocking the enemy in the withered grassland more than 300 miles away from Dicheng. Sibia opened up before the war
The battle preparation road showed its power, and the thirty-six tribal coalition forces and a group of special combat units descended from the sky, blocking the enemy's retreat.
After the encirclement, Lieutenant General Helter finally stretched out his black hand and carried out a large-scale annihilation campaign against the Northern Merchant Regiment—the most brutal battle since the war began!
Because the strength of the tribal coalition is based on winning a battle, the encirclement created by Lieutenant General Haiert is directly proportional to his ambition. Under a series of stormy blows, Sibia's army annihilated the Northern Shang Dynasty.
Six full regiments of the regiment's vanguard also chased the reinforcements who came after hearing the news hundreds of miles away. Even the former headquarters of the Beishang Regiment was trampled to the ground by the dragoons.
After Prince Ulysses, who was holding the battle at the back, heard the news, he actually sat there for more than two hours... The six vanguard legions were the most powerful troops of the Northern Merchant Regiment, and there were more than ten of them.
Thousands of people.
Compared to the protracted battle of the Merchant Corps, the Sibia people's counterattack was as fast as thunder, hitting their opponents where they hurt most!
Although the merchant coalition forces are coming fiercely, they each have their own shortcomings: the offensive of the Southern Merchant Corps relies heavily on logistics. Although they work hard to learn Sibia's strategic thinking, the construction of logistics troops is far from enough; the Northern Merchant Corps has manpower
, there are also ample supplies of supplies, but because the troops have not been under the control of the merchant group for a long time and lack proper training, there are not many elite combat troops... These two weaknesses were clearly seen by Dicheng. The previous situation was mostly
In order to complete the decisive blow at this time.
After this battle, the combat effectiveness of the Merchant Regiment was greatly reduced. The Northern Merchant Regiment could no longer launch attacks of the same scale as before, and the Southern Merchant Regiment was even worse. They still didn't know how to pass through the Huayu Gorge. Their only choice was to attack as quickly as possible
Rendezvous so that the two sides can learn from each other's strengths... But the prerequisite for the rendezvous is that everyone arrives at the city. As for the Nanshang regiment, they are still far from this goal!
"Incompetent, extremely incompetent!" In the exquisite tent, the war ambassador sighed with emotion, "We gave them the opportunity to redeem themselves, but they were wasted by this incompetence!"
"Since our intention to expand the war has failed, there is no need to pursue responsibility." Another war ambassador said, "We should now consider how to continue the war."
"The supplies have been exhausted. We can only set up the teleportation array outside the city and let the northern and southern merchant armies meet... But before that, we still have some things to figure out."
"Are you talking about the true face of the Sibyans?"
"Of course, the king will be curious about their true situation... There are gods on the withered grassland, let's go to Huayu Gorge."
"As soon as possible, otherwise the merchant army here will starve to death."
After the battle on the withered grassland, the Sibian army, which had completed a magnificent turn or restored its ferocious nature, retreated. The grassland gradually calmed down and returned to its usual beauty. In the waist-long grass, except for the trailing reconnaissance team,
, it seems that only the weeping of more than 100,000 souls is left.
"Stop." The scout walking in front raised his fist, took a few steps forward, and picked up a broken flag of the Merchant Regiment by the bushes. The scout was a little confused, because this was the battlefield closest to the city.
He looked at the completely petrified Merchant Corps officer next to him, "The flag officer of the Major General of the Fourth Army actually escaped here?"
"Obviously not." The lifeless reply rang in the scout's ears, "Humans, this is just a bait to attract you."
The nervous reconnaissance team shrank into a small circle, and the soldiers with oil paint on their faces raised their crossbows and pointed at the direction of the sound. However, the answer drifted from far to near, and even sounded from all directions at the same time. It was impossible to say
Lock its position.
"Sir...what is that?" the young soldier's voice was trembling.
The reconnaissance team officer's answer was short and blunt: "The enemy."
"It is not so much an enemy as it is a supreme existence that you cannot defeat."
"There is no opponent that Sibia cannot defeat!" the reconnaissance officer spat on the ground and shouted into the empty air, "Since you have been exposed, you will die silently like everyone else!
"
"Well said, humble dust." A pair of broad white wings slowly rose from the grassland. There was a cold and handsome male face at the base of the wings. He stared at the scouts with a kind of contempt that came from the bone marrow.
He said in a slow tone, "Although you are vulgar and rude, I must introduce myself. You can call me the war ambassador. Now, I am exposed in front of you, and I want to see how you can make me die silently."
"That's it!" The eight crossbows were raised at the same time and fired at that delicate face!
"Ding ding!" After a few sounds, the red-headed crossbow arrow stopped at an arm's length in front of the war ambassador's face, as if nailed to an invisible iron plate. The arrow was bent and broken, and even sparks flew out.
The war ambassador shook his head and said: "It is difficult for such an attack to hurt the upper clan! Is this the only thing you have, except for that bitch Cohen Keda?"
"Look at this!" Another wave of crossbow arrows hit! In the crisp impact sound, the sparks that flashed were actually golden.
"Rinan gold is a good metal. But if it is used by humans, it will secretly cry, right?" The War Ambassador looked at these crossbow arrows, and a sneer flashed across his face, "When we first meet, you give in twice. This is grace.
Courtesy of the generous Gods of Light. Now, vulgar humans, tell me everything you know about this war - and I will grant you a merciful death, truly silent, of course."
"You're dreaming!" The reconnaissance officer threw away his crossbow and slowly pulled out his sword.
The men gathered around him, all showing determination, but the fear and nervousness from their hearts made their expressions distorted.
"Tell me, humble human beings, apart from your so-called elite troops and tribal coalition forces, what other troops are not present on the battlefield?" The War Ambassador did not move a step, but the surrounding weeds fell down around him, forming a vague circle.
The circle trapped all the people in the reconnaissance team - everyone tried their best but could not stand still, and there was an invisible force tearing at their bones and flesh.
"I heard that there is a Faith Guard in the city, a Century Magic Group, and an Annihilation Knights...are they coming to the Withered Prairie?"
"You want to know?" The reconnaissance officer half-knelt on the ground, holding his weapon tightly, "Dream!"
"In that case, the same goes for extracting your souls." The war ambassador stretched out a hand and said with a slight smile, "It's just that it hurts a little."
"War Ambassador, hey, just go ahead and do it, but I'm afraid it won't hurt me." There were bright red blood flowing from the corner of the scout officer's mouth, but he started to laugh, because a nearly transparent light curtain enveloped the scout, "
Only your stupid brain can think of using a lonely military flag as bait! Gods, that's all!"
"A very good magic shield, but the effect is limited." The war ambassador's eyes were filled with offended anger, and ribbon-like white light circled around his fingers, and instantly gathered at his fingertips, "Filthy rebellion, your soul
It’s mine…”
At this moment, behind the war ambassador, a dark spot of light was rapidly expanding, and a very illegitimate voice inside said: "If I were you, I would wait and see, impulsiveness will not end well."
The War Ambassador spat out his palm, and white light rushed out with a roar, and hit the transparent shield in front of the reconnaissance officer with a "Boom!" sound. Although the powerful impact failed to break down the shield, the remaining force also knocked the eight people away.
The team staggered around.
Doubts and surprises flashed in the war ambassador's eyes. He slowly turned around and looked at the person who was walking out of the teleportation magic circle - there was a magic circle appearing behind him, but he was not aware of it. This made him
incredible.
"It's so difficult to turn around. The wings don't even move. You can just turn over." The ungrateful voice sounded again. It belonged to a tall and thin young man in the crowd. The lines of his face were as sharp as a knife, far from the gods.
So delicate, and the haze in his eyes is also extremely thick. This combination makes his style very weird.
"You..." The war ambassador squinted his gaze, as if he could see the person better in this way, "I didn't find a trace of fear in you, you are not afraid of me, why?"
"Why should I be afraid of you?"
"Because I am the God of Light, an existence that you cannot defeat." As he spoke, the pressure of the Gods was issued by the war ambassador, causing the surrounding grass blades to scream, "Human, you must look up to me!"
"I'm afraid you will be disappointed." The human just smiled helplessly, without even shaking his hair, "The pressure of the gods is ineffective on me, or in other words, it is ineffective on me now."
"Invalid?" The War Ambassador's pupils shrank suddenly, "How is that possible!"
"I don't know the principle, but someone said that coercion is ineffective on people with convictions, and it is also ineffective on fools. I don't think I can be a fool - even though I have done stupid things."
"What's your name?" The war ambassador did not take action immediately, but put on a high profile and allowed the other party to surround him.
"It's so embarrassing. The members of the Protoss don't even know me. I originally thought I was a core figure."
"The gods never waste their energy on boring things." The war ambassador's arrogance was clearly revealed.
"However, I think you will remember me firmly after today." The young man stood still and placed his left hand on the handle of the dagger. His whole person looked steady and confident, "Mafa, or my nickname, Blood Lord.
"
"Mafa, the leader of the Sibia Liaison Department." The war ambassador finally soothed the blood lord's hurt heart with memories, "In the human world, you should be a key figure. But why do you appear in the withered grassland?
?”
"The withered grassland will only wither in spring, and it is very beautiful in winter, so I came to visit it." The blood lord was obviously not sincere, "Or, I learned that members of the God Clan will come to the battlefield to investigate, so I want to capture
Let’s go back and play alone.”
"Have fun." The war ambassador seemed to be looking at the meat on a chopping board, "You want to have fun?"
"This is the first time that humans have captured the Protoss. I personally have high hopes for this. Therefore, I can let you know more." The Blood Lord finally became more serious, "Aside from the eight-person team that led you into being deceived, this group of people who surrounded you will
There are twenty-six people in the team, and their positions fully meet the requirements of the capture array - they can both imprison your actions and block your consciousness. It can be said that since we are completely present here, you have little hope.
No more."
As soon as the blood lord finished speaking, the war ambassador's face became serious, because he had verified the other party's words. There was something blocking the transmission of spiritual consciousness a hundred arms' distance above his head... But in the next moment, the war
The ambassador's face returned to calmness and pride: "Human beings are enemies of the Gods, and you cannot win. You cannot understand everything about the Gods."
"Are all the gods as stubborn as you? Or do you think you can escape after getting the answer?" The Blood Lord was obviously disappointed. "There is no need to talk about things that can be solved with hands."
"The last question, since you are not in this array, why are you here?" The War Ambassador finally looked directly at the Blood Lord, his words contained supreme faith and majesty, "Let me think about it, you should stay here
I will contribute to the entire war situation. Even though I have a special status, this is still a matter of detail."
"It is true that capturing an ordinary protoss is just a tactical issue and not worthy of my coming personally, but the turning point of a war is worth it." The blood lord lowered his head slightly and rolled his eyelids, "Maybe you don't understand my responsibility, that is a kind of
I have been groping in the dark for hope for too long. The darkness and silence have made me forget the sunshine and warmth. I don’t want to use pain to describe such days, but you can relieve my troubles."
"You, let mankind live in the shadows. You, let mankind suffer boundless pain and despair. But today, mankind begins to face you and become your enemy - I am the first!" The Blood Lord slowly pulled out
Dagger, "Thanks to you, I will walk into the sunshine, I will get warmth, and I will sew the wounds of human blood with my own hands."
"You seem to have a winning chance, human being." The War Ambassador drew out his exquisite one-handed sword and began to chant with a pious expression.
Before the opponent could finish the scene, the Blood Lord rolled his eyes and said, "Do it."
There was no ceremony, no chanting. A dozen pure black lightning bolts, as thick as the mouth of a bowl, poured out from the edge of the array. The front end was raised high, passing over the white wings, and was immediately caught in the hands of the person on the other side - echoing in the air.
There was a strange sound, and the vegetation on the vast ground quickly withered and scattered. Surrounding the War Ambassador, the exposed ground began to ripple.
The figure of the war ambassador disappeared from the place in a flash, but the next moment, he was knocked out of the void by a powerful force and returned to his original position unwillingly! He looked around in surprise and saw dozens of faces.
A magic mirror about the same height as him was half-floating in the air, and his true figure was reflected in the mirror. Then, a certain mirror would instantly change its direction and block his path... Every time it hit the mirror, the mirror shook him.
I feel great pain, almost like a fire burning my soul!
"What... is this?" The war ambassador held his sword, but failed to get a chance to fight. The black power grid outside became more and more dense, and the prototype of a large magic circle was revealed.
"This is the magic of the century that you have been waiting for, the Time and Space Recall Array." The Blood Lord raised the crystal clear spar, "It will take us back to the city. In the Twin Square, you will be warmly entertained by the Knights of Annihilation.
."
"Really?" The war ambassador lowered his sword, "I'm willing to try it!"
With a sound of "wave!", the crystal in Mafa's hand shattered.
The surrounding space was in a trance, the light flashed suddenly, and all the scenery turned into variegated lines spurting into the distance in an instant! Even with the eyes and perception of the gods, the War Ambassador did not know what was happening!
With a sound of "Boom!", the light re-entered his field of vision, but along with it, the surrounding scenery also changed.
The war ambassador found himself in the center of an oval square, with very complicated magic runes under his feet. There were many humans around him holding staffs and staring at him, and some were recording everything with crystals. There was even a slightly...
The hoarse voice shouted: "Magic Array No. 1, capture No. 1, God Clan, fix it!"
Six feather arrows shot at the War Ambassador, each nailing one of his shadows. Immediately, he found that he had lost contact with the huge magic power! He subconsciously fought back, but was forced back by a more powerful force.
Standing still, unable to even take a step forward.
"Set up!" The six staffs were pointed at the War Ambassador, and the dim light flashed away. The War Ambassador could no longer feel the surging combat power in his body, and panic flooded his face for the first time.
"draw!"
Outside the city, the first scream of the Light Gods in thousands of years rang out - sharp and miserable, almost shattering the magic barrier!
In just a few breaths, the once high-spirited protoss had turned gray and weak. At this time, footsteps slowly came to the war ambassador. The condescending blood lord held a black iron sword in his hand.
Looking at him with interest: "Are you satisfied with the poor reception?"
"Everything here..." said the war ambassador, "I know everything..."
With a sound of "Brush!", the Blood Lord's black iron sword struck down. The war ambassador's head flew high, and his headless body fell down with a "thud", like a piece of dead wood!
"That's right." Among the soul fragments flying in the sky, the Blood Lord raised his head to the sky and smiled brightly: "We all know it!"
This brilliant smile spread to a very far away place and finally settled on a screen of light.
The Dark Lord put his finger into the light curtain, pulled out a bit of his dim soul, and slowly shook his head: "There is only a thin line between hope and disappointment."
"Let's begin!" The King of Light, who was sitting opposite the Dark Lord, turned his head and said to Princess Emine, "Please prepare first. Those humans should also gather in the waiting city!"
"In compliance with your will, the order has been issued." Emine lowered her head, "It is available at any time."
"Sorry to trouble you." The God King looked at the light curtain, his calm expression clearly mixed with disappointment...
There is still a trace of regret. (To be continued)