Chapter 342 The Eve of Airborne Landing

Eno stood on the city wall, watching the reinforcement troops gathering in a complete marching column in the distance.

The dazzling golden and white flags were raised in the column, and the line infantry holding standard magic rifles advanced under the supervision of the war supervisor. The armored trolls lined up on both sides used their best guards to guard the entire marching team in the center.

They set out today to support the third advance team and reorganize a 6,000-man reinforced advance team unit.

A 6,000-man force should have an overwhelming advantage in numbers.

He wanted to pretend that he had completed the mission, pretending that he had temporarily escaped from this war that should have been a simple crushing war, but now it has become a war of meat grinders for the imperial forces.

He has made a decision, why is he still troubled by the cost of the decision.

He has already lost two advance teams, and he can't afford the cost of losing another one.

The physical fitness derived from the elven blood prevents him from having dark circles under his eyes, but this excellent physique cannot relieve the anxiety that Eno has before going to bed.

It's too quiet.

Everything is too quiet.

Just like the blank time between the annihilation of the first and fourth advance teams, it is so quiet that people can't detect the existence of another enemy.

The only enemy camp that the commander of the portal station discovered was a camp where the enemy exposed their combat machinery to their war mages for observation.

The enemy's target is the defense camp of the third advance team, and they want to completely annihilate the third advance team. All the intelligence from all sources points 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 the curtain will never expose his intentions so easily-this is not his style.

Eno retracted his attention, and a bad thought rose in his heart.

Is his real goal the second advance team...or the portal?

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

"I want to know what the enemy camp next to the third advance team is like now! Immediately, right now!"

Eno used the tip of his pen to draw a chaotic curve on the white paper, gritting his teeth.

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

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

"Commander Eno, our mage reconnaissance team conducted reconnaissance three hours ago, and the latest report has been extracted from the vision of the mage himself."

A camp of no means, with thirty-two cold creations made of gray steel placed in the room, and many gray-clothed soldiers with weapons around to guard.

Several kitchens began to spew black smoke early, indicating that a large number of soldiers in this camp were waiting for their lunch.

"Our reconnaissance mages are already very tired... They are very dissatisfied with the high-intensity rotation."

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

They showed no signs of leaving the camp, just staying in the camp they built, ready to attack the third advance team at any time.

Could it be that he was really overthinking...

Eno rubbed his eyebrows, he was a little doubtful whether he would shorten his life if he continued like this... Ha, the elves shortened their lives.

"Let them go again, let the mages who have recovered go up. Attack, the war mages descended to low altitude to attack the buildings."

Just like they used their own spells to harvest the local residents who could only wield swords.

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

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

"But... there are not many war mages who master flying, and they have already rotated... if they are asked to attack now..."

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

Low-altitude combat is an extremely dangerous job for mages. The distance of most spells directly released may not reach the range of the magic rifles of the line infantry-when the enemy's force can reach you, it means that you are not as confident as you look.

War mages without friendly cover cast spells in the sky, and the moment the energy in their bodies is exhausted is the end of the mage.

"This is an order."

Eno thought, and constructed a map of this world in his mind, and suddenly realized that he had forgotten that the reconnaissance troops had to fly.

"No, don't withdraw the war mages who are resting in the camp. Send a signal to the garrison mages of the third advance team and ask them to launch an attack directly... After the attack, report the battle situation to me and confirm whether there are empty houses in their camp."

The limit of two hours of flying, traveling twenty kilometers in a straight line every hour, landing to rest for a while before reconnaissance of the target, is too slow.

Reconnaissance mages usually arrive near the target in advance and start reconnaissance missions after recovering their magic power. After the reconnaissance, they immediately return to the camp and hand over the images they recorded to the command office.

But, even if they knew the other party's goal, what method would they use to attack?

Eno didn't know, but he still tried his best to save all his strength.

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Disguised camp.

The soldiers checked their weapons as usual, and gently wiped the polished barrels with paint. For infantry, weapons are part of their lives.

The mages drew a faint semicircle in the air. Some soldiers raised their heads to discuss the number of mages today. The soldiers have long been accustomed to the camp being scouted by mages from the sky every now and then.

One, two, three... eight?

The officer counted the light trails left by the mages who came to scout this time on the ground.

Eight war mages, more than twice the three mages who were usually responsible for scouting.

They formed an irregular formation in the sky,

not retreating, but aiming directly at the camouflaged camp, riding on the outstretched wings.

"Start, act immediately."

The officers reacted quickly and gave the soldiers defense and shooting orders.

"Three hundred meters, four hundred meters, a little further."

Chang Heng noticed this more organized mage team very early, and took the muzzle-loading sniper rifle originally customized for him from behind.

Muzzle-loading rifle, but with electric shock firing pin point.

The original tail opening was closed, allowing the airflow in the barrel to apply all the force to the loaded projectile, pushing this sharp bullet out of the barrel.

A muzzle-loading rifle with excellent airtightness, which increases the chamber pressure and converts it into the kinetic energy of the bullet out of the barrel to the maximum extent.

My superior had expected that this fake camp would be harassed by people, so he assigned me to defend it.

Flames fell from the sky, and the soldiers avoided the attack route of the war wizards at all times.

The house was swallowed up.

Unlike explosives that need to be ignited to release heat and shock waves.

High temperature, flames, under the constraints of magic, act directly on the target.

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

The mage armor resisted several lead bullets fired from the ground very effectively. The lead bullets began to twist and deform while piercing the prism armor of the mage, turning into splashing metal droplets.

It is true that there are only fifty people in this camp to make up the number, and their strength can only cause oppressive consumption of the mage's mental power and spellcasting ability.

Until the mages can no longer bear it, the deadly bullets will penetrate their bodies and take away their chances.

If it is a 200-man shooting force, he is confident that these eight war mages will never return.

Until a special brass-colored sharp bullet penetrates the outermost mage armor, instantly overloading the war mage's spirit to maintain the mage armor.

Tear, penetrate.

The wings disappeared, and the body fell with blood rain.

Chang Heng shook the sniper rifle to disperse the smoke on it, staring at the war mage in the sky who was only releasing the ball spell at a few houses at a long distance.

Chang Heng realized that something was wrong. The target of these war mages was the house, not the people around the house...

It seems that they are not stupid, and the mission of this camouflage camp has ended.

But reconnaissance comes at a price.

Chang Heng loaded new ammunition into the gun chamber and aimed.

But his lord should have been in place at this time.