Chapter 597: Lightning War

j2「Whoosh--Bang!! 」

「Whoosh--」

Firelight like a rainbow.

Dense rocket barrage like a match striking sulfur, illuminating the entire sky.

Controlling the entire world, all human forces except the alien races.

Lin An only felt as if he were leading an ancient legion, landing on Normandy.

Pure flesh and gunpowder colliding.

All Ascetic Practitioners floated in midair, their density of two meters forming a human-shaped anti-air net, frantically activating their absorption ability to swallow the incoming artillery into their flesh.

In midair, Ascetic Practitioners were constantly blown apart and reborn, the falling flesh bits resembling ground-up sausage.

Occasionally, a falling artillery shell would slam into the formation, turning the surrounding soldiers into a howling ball of fire.

「Charge! Rush past! 」

「Push forward! 」

「All Ascetic Practitioners numbered under 300! Suicide attack! 」

An angry voice bellowed.

Cavalry waving command flags held trumpets, continuously relaying Lin An's orders.

The trumpets naturally came from those issued by Lin An.

Although it seemed out of place with the cavalry's attire, it was very effective.

「Blast them to death!! 」

Embracing artillery shells captured from the blood corpses at the fortress, the numbered Ascetic Practitioners, with solemn expressions, rushed into the blood corpse positions along the way.

'Boom!!'

"Boom!!"

The explosion sound was deafening.

Figures one after another embraced high explosives and charged into the corpse horde.

Continuous explosions rang out, blowing up the blood corpses that were launching long-range strikes onto the ground.

Under the fearless assault of the Ascetic Practitioners, the legion, no longer under fire suppression, swiftly charged forward.

「Kill!!! 」

「Cavalry corps charge!! 」

「Ascetic Practitioners squad mixed attack! 」

Lance after lance, driven by the warhorses' momentum, viciously pierced the blood corpses' bodies, the blood drawn staining the armor red.

If one strike fails, then a hundred strikes!

A forest of lances thrust out, and in an instant turned the immobile blood corpses into hornet's nests.

The Ascetic Practitioners charging with the army served as meat shields, like face-huggers restraining the blood corpses that wanted to counterattack.

Well-trained, the spearmen accompanying the cavalry below quickly added a strike from the lances, piercing both the Ascetic Practitioners and the blood corpses.

The squelching sound of pierced flesh rang out continuously.

Efficiency was very high.

All the soldiers tried for the first time coordinating with large numbers of Ascetic Practitioners.

This was the first time in hundreds of years that they had tasted the sweetness of overwhelming force.

The number of blood corpses before them was no more than a thousand, and there were no newly infected zombies in the surrounding area.

With the help of thirty-two thousand nine hundred Ascetic Practitioners, they actually formed teams of ten Ascetic Practitioners plus a hundred-person squad to oppose a single blood corpse.

The casualty ratio was extraordinarily excellent.

Apart from some soldiers dying in long-range attacks, in close combat hardly any soldiers died, nor were they infected by the virus.

Ten Ascetic Practitioners holding down a single blood corpse—such a wealthy battle, of course it was easy.

After wiping out the blood corpses along the way, cheers erupted from the positions.

The army commanders who gained command authority had their eyes filled with excitement.

Compared to the Ascetic Practitioners' resistance to the person Lin An was impersonating, these people, however, held a deity-like faith in the first Ascetic Practitioner.

Therefore.

Under Lin An's compulsory order, all legion commanders were replaced by army commanders, and they instead jointly commanded with the Ascetic Practitioners.

The reason is simple.

The soldiers were obedient enough.

Although the battle situation now looks good, with everyone mobilized they formed a many-versus-few scenario, but it is only temporary.

As they drew closer to the coordinates, the number of blood corpses encountered would double.

By then, it would be purely a matter of advancing with one's life on the line.

Ascetic Practitioners can simulate partial battle outcomes, seemingly able to greatly reduce casualties and adjust tactics.

But for Lin An, he needs no optimization, no perfect results.

He only needs one thing.

That is efficiency.

It is everyone risking their lives to advance, drawing the blood corpses' attention for him.

Under continuous orders, the high-speed marching troops have already approached those coordinates.

The distance to the core of the coordinates, at Lin An's speed, is no more than three hours.

The main army: 6 days 05 hours.

This will be a brief yet protracted brutal battle.

Fortunately, in the 'program' set for the blood corpses, they never seemed to 'consider' that humans would launch a counterattack.

They don't know about reinforcements, nor about concentrating fire.

Otherwise, if even tens of millions of blood corpses were to spill out from the blood corpse coordinates, they would block the road.

Lin An could only choose to abandon the army and forcefully lead the ascetic practitioners into the corpse tide.

Inside the command post, aloft, borne by the ascetic practitioners providing lift.

"Team Leader Lin, the ascetic practitioners tasked with scouting have relayed their information."

"If we push forward any further, we will continuously encounter large numbers of blood corpses."

"The first wave is 70,000, the second 330,000, the third wave's number is unknown but estimated to be no less than 1.6 million."

"In the core area, they can't even get close..."

Xiong Hanzi wore a solemn expression, formally presenting the information the ascetic practitioners had painstakingly obtained.

The entire blood corpse horde seemed to be guarding that coordinate.

Three layers inside, three outside, just like the black tower guarded within the amoeba worm dungeon.

After a moment's hesitation, Zhang Tie looked at Lin An's hands constantly flying about, concocting potions, with some concern.

"It's the same problem..."

"One is morale."

"The other is the infection problem..."

"Just like in our previous dungeon, when soldiers get infected, it's tantamount to carrying..."

Lin An suddenly turned around and glanced at Xiong Hanzi, somewhat surprised.

When Zhang Tie reported the situation, he seemed to want to emulate a military commander, orderly.

"But this guy doesn't curse when he speaks, which he's still not used to."

"It's fine."

Lin An chuckled and casually tossed the prepared potion into his ring:

"Are you suggesting that the further we advance, the death toll will exceed the army's limit?"

"Even the ascetic practitioners would resist."

"A normal army that doesn't retreat after suffering over 30% casualties would be considered a death squad."

"But for this battle, surviving 30% would be considered good..."

Zhang Tie nodded, somewhat hesitant.

Unlike the amoeba worm dungeon, here there are no technological means to mass-produce self-destruct crystals to control soldiers.

Even if he hardened his heart to force them to attack, he couldn't control so many.

Counting the endless reinforcements arriving from the rear, the armed forces they have mobilized this time already number in the hundreds of millions.

Like a lemming migration, they rush madly toward the land of death.

"It's simple."

Lin An waved his hand, pondered for a moment, then looked at the ascetic practitioners beneath his feet.

"Whether it's morale or combat strength, both are easily solved."

"Just focus on producing the medicine, regardless of the quality of what is extracted."

"This thing is not hard to replicate."

After a brief pause, he lowered his head and gave a light chuckle, somewhat self-mocking.

"Let's learn a bit of blitzkrieg..."

"Accelerate the transformation of the ascetic practitioners, without worrying about aftereffects."

"All..."

"Take the drugs!"

"Once."

In May 1940, the entire ** German army soldiers, under an unrestricted march of three days and two nights, created a miracle in war history.

But now, Lin An doesn't mind emulating that.