Chapter 133 The first transport mission - encountered an attack

Wei Lin rode on a red phosphorus horse and inspected the team back and forth. Everyone was in high spirits. The 3,200 people assigned to him were initially able to obey orders and their appearance had changed greatly.

"Let's go."

With Wei Lin's order, the 13th Transport Battalion began its first transport mission.

Along the opened road, it approached the Sixth Legion step by step.

According to the information sent back from the front line, the Sixth Legion of the Serop Corps is 200 kilometers away from the Brazilian A camp in a straight line, and the actual distance is 500 kilometers.

Therefore, he needs to deliver this batch of supplies to the Sixth Legion within twelve days.

Entering the Gray Mang Wasteland, you can find the burned camps of monster clans from time to time, and large areas of forests that are easy to block the view are violently blown away.

On the sixth day of transporting supplies, Wei Lin looked at the big pit in front of him according to the instructions on the map.

No one can imagine that this was a hill a month ago, but now it has become a big pit with a diameter of 600 meters, and there are still a lot of charred black charcoal scattered around.

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

"My Lord, do you think that the combined skills of Lord Orlando's Knights can achieve this effect?" Kyle looked at the giant pit and asked Weilin.

"It's not clear now, but we will know later."

Weilin 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.

"Notify everyone to cheer up. From here on, we will really enter the Gray Wasteland. There are many small tribes that have not been cleared."

"Yes, my Lord."

Near noon, everyone took out the compressed military rations they carried with them, swallowed them into their mouths and chewed them slowly, getting energy from them, and then continued on their way.

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

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

In order to save marching time, in the past six days, they have been marching almost from dawn to nightfall, and there is no extra time to waste on making fire and cooking.

After marching forward for 30 kilometers, the sky darkened. The 13th Transport Battalion set up camp on the spot around the Cokaros beast, firmly protecting the supplies in the center.

At this moment, a large number of fish that escaped the net in the previous war gathered in the distant forest, staring at the fire in the distance with greedy eyes.

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

"Enough, our mission is to burn military rations and slow down the speed of human attack, not to defeat humans." The lizard warrior Guga knew his mission very well. Attacking the logistics of the human army was his primary goal in sneaking into this place.

As for why no gold-level monsters came in, it was naturally because they were detected by the magic instrument of the magic energy biological fluctuations. Before they crossed the line, they were all killed, not a single one left.

Guga's former boss was consumed in vain, and he found out that the newly emerged magic instruments of the human army can only detect the traces of gold-level and above creatures on a large scale, and cannot detect silver-level and below creatures.

In this war, gold-level warriors may lose their lives at any time, not to mention cannon fodder like him, so caution is the premise of survival.

"Send goblins to attack from the left wing, you lead fifty warriors to go around the other side, and when the main force of humans arrives at the left wing, immediately launch an attack and launch rockets. The main target is those giant beasts that transport food." Lizard warrior Guga used his brain and issued a task to his capable subordinate, a lizard warrior.

"Yes, Lord Guga." The lizard warrior felt honored to be valued by his superior. He left with his 20 lizard warriors and 30 lizard servants and headed for the right wing of the 13th Transport Battalion.

At about 2 a.m., when ordinary lizardmen were drowsy, Guga ordered the goblins and dog-headed men to attack.

Ten lizard warriors and 40 lizard servants drove groups of goblins and dog-headed men to attack the left wing of the transport battalion.

"Enemy attack."

The soldier in charge of vigilance shouted loudly.

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

In a short period of time, 3,000 people gathered on the left wing, surrounded by bonfires and braziers everywhere to provide vision for the soldiers.

Another 1,000 people gathered on the right wing to defend it.

Weilin stood on the back of a Cokaros beast, looking at the orderly dispatched troops with a calm face.

If you don't obey the order, you will be killed. This is not a joke.

Everyone is highly focused. No one wants to die at the hands of their comrades.

"Ah"

Hundreds of strong goblins took the black magic 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 trampled into meat paste.

"Attack."

Imogen drew out the knight's sword and gave orders calmly.

Six hundred archers kept shooting arrows until they were exhausted.

At this time, killing one more monster would reduce their pressure.

"Defend."

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

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

The soldiers standing in the second row extended their spears through the gaps, forming the first killing force.

"Dang"

The goblins transformed into giant beasts hit the shield wall fiercely, and the foul-smelling green blood splashed everywhere, corroding everything around.

"The third row will go up."

Greg looked at the soldiers who were constantly injured and killed indifferently, without a trace of emotion in his eyes, and kept adjusting the formation.

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

Weilin turned around suddenly, looked at the sound coming from the dark, jumped off the Cokaros monster, snatched the spear from a soldier, sensed the front, and threw it into the darkness.

The leading lizardman just wanted to come down to release a rocket, but was pierced by a sudden inferior spear.

The surrounding lizardmen were in chaos when they saw the silver low-level lizard warriors being nailed to the ground.

"Charge forward and set the supplies on fire. That's honor."

The deputy captain of the lizard warriors took over the command and ordered loudly.

"Kyle, guard the right wing. I want to see how strong I am." Weilin drew out his knight sword, threw the scabbard to Kyle, and then rushed forward.