Chapter 133 The 1st transportation mission—attack

Weilin rode on a red phosphorus horse and inspected the team back and forth. Everyone was in high spirits. The 3,200 people assigned to his command were initially able to follow orders and prohibitions, and their appearance changed a lot.

"Set off."

Following Weilin's order, the 13th Transportation Battalion began its first transportation mission.

Follow the opened road and approach the Sixth Army step by step.

According to the information sent back from the front line, the Sixth Army of the Serop Corps is two hundred kilometers away from the Brazilian A camp, and the actual distance is five hundred kilometers.

Therefore, he needed to deliver this batch of supplies to the Sixth Army within twelve days.

Entering the Gray Mansions Wasteland, you can occasionally find monster clan camps that have been burned down, and large tracts of forest that easily obscure your view have been violently blown to dust.

On the sixth day of delivering supplies, Weilin followed the instructions on the map and looked at the big pit in front of him.

No one can imagine that what was just a hill a month ago has now turned into a large crater with a diameter of 600 meters, with a lot of burnt black coal scattered around it.

"The magic army's attack was still so brutal, and a good hill just disappeared." Weilin put away the map, shook his head and said, and then asked the team to walk around the road next to the giant pit.

"My lord, do you think Lord Orlando's Knight Order combination skills can achieve this effect?" Kyle looked at the giant pit and asked Verin.

"It's not clear now, but we will know in the future."

Verin shook his head and replied that he also wanted to know whether the Knights led by Orlando and Hebrew could achieve this effect, but it would take time to test.

"Go ahead and tell everyone to cheer up. From here on, we will actually enter the Gray Mansions Wasteland. There are many small tribes that have not been cleared."

"Yes, my lord."

As noon approached, everyone took out the compressed military rations they carried with them, swallowed them in their mouths, chewed them slowly, gained energy from them, and continued on their way.

Compressed military ration, as a mature war material, can be processed by a specific war magic workshop to compress three kilograms of grain into a ball with a diameter of four centimeters, which is enough to support soldiers in a high-intensity battle.

Since the advent of this kind of war magic workshop, it has become instantly popular in various countries.

In order to save marching time, during the past six days, we marched almost from dawn to night before stopping. There was no extra time to waste on making fires for cooking.

After marching thirty kilometers forward, the sky darkened. The 13th Transportation Battalion set up camp around the Kokalos beast, firmly protecting the supplies in the center.

At this moment, a large number of fish that slipped through the net in the previous war gathered in the distant forest, staring greedily at the fire in the distance.

"Lord Guga, the human army has at least 4,000 people, and the goblins we have gathered are less than 3,000." A lizard man came to a high-level silver lizard warrior and reported with his long tongue.

"That's enough. Our mission is to burn the rations and slow down the human attack, not to defeat the human race." The lizard warrior Gu Ga knew his mission very well. Attacking the logistics of the human army was his primary goal of sneaking here.

As for why there were no gold-level monsters coming in, it was naturally detected by the magic instrument of the wave of magic creatures, and before they crossed the line, they were all killed without a single one left.

Gu Ga's former boss was wasted in vain in this way, and he found out that the new magical instruments in the human army could only detect traces of gold-level and above creatures in a wide range, but could not detect silver-level and below creatures.

In this war, a gold-level warrior may lose his life at any time, let alone a cannon fodder like him, so caution is the prerequisite for survival.

"Send the goblins to attack from the left wing. You lead fifty warriors to go around to the other side. Once the main human force reaches the left wing, immediately launch an attack and launch rockets. The main targets are the giant beasts that transport food." Lizard Warrior Gugga Use your own brain and assign a mission to your right-hand subordinate, a lizard warrior.

"Yes, Lord Guga." This lizard warrior felt honored to be reused by his superior. He left this place with twenty lizard warriors and thirty lizard servants under his command, heading towards the right wing of the Thirteenth Transportation Battalion.

At about two o'clock in the morning, when the ordinary lizardmen were drowsy, Guga ordered the goblins and kobolds to attack.

Ten lizard warriors and forty lizard servants drove hordes of goblins and kobolds and began to attack the left wing of the transportation camp.

"Enemy attack."

The soldiers on guard shouted.

The troops quickly stood up, holding their weapons tightly, and under the leadership of the officers, formed a formation, preparing to resist the enemy.

In a short time, three thousand people gathered on the left wing, surrounded by bonfires and braziers to provide the soldiers with visibility.

Another thousand people gathered on the right flank and defended it to the death.

Verin stood on the back of a Kokaros giant beast, looking at the well-organized troops with a calm expression.

Disobeying military orders and killing both left and right is no joke.

Everyone was highly focused, and no one wanted to die at the hands of their colleagues.

"Ow"

Hundreds of strong goblins took the black potion provided by the lizardmen, and their bodies instantly expanded three times, turning into pure beasts. They kept running forward in the unique rhythm of the lizardmen, and many skinny goblins were killed. Trampled into pulp.

"attack."

Imogen drew her knight's sword and gave the order calmly.

Six hundred archers continued to draw arrows until they were exhausted.

At this time, if they kill one more monster, they will be less stressed.

"Royal."

Greg looked at the monster less than a hundred meters away and gave orders loudly.

The soldiers in the first row dug their shields into the soil and tried their best to resist the first wave of impact.

The soldiers standing in the second row stretched out their spears from the gap, forming the first lethal force.

"Danglang"

The goblin transformed into a giant beast slammed into the shield wall, and the foul-smelling green blood splashed everywhere, corroding everything around it.

"The third row goes up."

Greg looked at the soldiers who were constantly being wounded and killed indifferently, without any emotion in his eyes, and he kept adjusting his formation.

At the same time, the lizardmen on the right wing began to take action, using their own racial advantages to quickly approach the transportation camp.

Verin turned around suddenly, looked at the voice coming from the darkness, jumped down from the Kokaros beast, grabbed the spear from a soldier's hand, sensed the front, and threw it into the darkness.

The leading lizard man just wanted to come down and fire the rocket, but was suddenly pierced by a low-quality spear.

The surrounding lizardmen were instantly confused as they watched the silver low-level lizard warrior being nailed to the ground.

"Rush up and light the supplies, that's the glory."

The deputy captain of the Lizard Warrior took over the command task and shouted an order.

"Kyle, guard the right wing. I want to test my combat effectiveness." Weilin pulled out the knight's sword, threw the scabbard to Kyle, and then rushed forward.