Chapter 991: Battle for the High Tower (26)

When the moon was dark and the wind was high and the smoke of war rose, and the light of the torches lit up in the dark night, it was like ghost fires drifting in the wind. One cluster after another of light lit up, and one line of fire after another, from the end of the sky, surged over like rows of waves.

"Hum—"

The low horn sound made the air tremble, and together with the harsh screeching sound made by the mine cart pressing over the rails, they played the prelude to the upcoming great battle.

"Awoo!!!!!" Mysterious light lit up in the darkness, like magma flowing down from the clouds. The moment the Lava Demon raised his arms high, the orange-red color, as hot and bright as lava, bloomed from his chest.

With a heavy punch, with a "bang", a small-sized demon soldier fell to the ground in response, and the weapon in his hand flew very far.

The weapon rolled a few times on the ground, and the sharp blade edge chipped a gap. And in the reflection of the blade surface, the crowd of people who woke up in the middle of the night were like mosquito larvae struggling helplessly on the water surface at the end of autumn.

In an instant, the camp panic spread wantonly. I don't know which demon screamed the first sound: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! They are here, they are here!!!"

The shouting rose suddenly, and the camp boiled instantly. Many demons rushed out with their armor only half-worn, and as a result, they saw more panicked companions rushing towards the camp gate.

The first demons to come out only heard an explosion and saw two corpses. They thought someone had killed their way into the camp, so they wanted to notify the commander at the fastest speed.

However, the later demons saw them running out in a hurry and thought the enemy had already broken in directly. They could not care about wearing armor or picking up weapons. Wherever others ran, I ran. Instantly, the whole camp became incomparably chaotic.

The commander, who also did not wear armor, rushed out of his tent inexplicably and shouted: "What are you doing! What are you doing! Who broke in?! What are you doing? Stop quickly, don't run!!"

The demons who just woke up were looking for the enemy, but because there was no organization and no discipline, they only ran around like headless flies. Soon they were caught alone. After a few screams sounded, other demons became even more panicked.

"It must be them! It must be them who broke in!! That group of damn slaves!! Quickly take weapons, I want to slaughter them!!!"

"Awoo!! They are finished! I just saw firelight over there, I want to chop them into pieces now!!!"

"They have been hiding here and there for so long, finally dare to show their faces? Wait for me, awoo awoo awoo!!!!"

For a time, shouting, roaring, and cursing were endless. The two shouts from the commander were useless at all.

And when the whole camp was in chaos, the commander knew that the situation he least wanted to see had happened, that is, they had a camp panic.

In relatively classical warfare, one situation must be guarded against, that is, camp panic, also called camp explosion.

Simply put, in relatively traditional warfare, soldiers only need to possess combat quality. As long as they listen to command and can fight, it is enough. Everything else is lowering efficiency and wasting resources.

And to make one's own troops both able to fight and obedient, the commander must establish his extremely solid ruling status. And to stabilize the status of command, one must establish extremely strict military discipline. In ancient warfare, the more elite the troops, the more this is the case.

Military discipline and nature are almost completely opposite. Military discipline requires not fearing death, but fearing death is the instinct of any intelligent life.

And on the battlefield where the battle is fierce and the situation is tense, overhead is high-pressure military discipline, and in front is the fierce enemy. No one knows when they will die, and the spirit is always tense.

Rest time is the only time that can be relaxed. Such time generally appears after a great battle or harsh training. Physical fatigue will make people's spirits more relaxed, and at this time, suddenly encountering intense stimulation, it is very likely to trigger instinctive stress reactions.

And Batman's strategy is to combine terrain tactics and psychological warfare to achieve the goal of breaking through defenses without bloodshed.

The miners are familiar with the terrain and can go back and forth in the mine field with their eyes closed. They know where there are small gullies, bunkers, secret interlayers, and crevices. For the past few days, they have been carrying out various harassment tactics around the Seventh Mountain.

As everyone knows, defense is not just squatting in the camp. One must send out reconnaissance troops, build defensive fortifications, and patrol every day. And those reconnaissance troops, patrol teams, and engineers building defensive fortifications are the objects they attack.

The routines used are very consistent, nothing more than breaking the whole into parts, breaking them one by one, retreating when the enemy advances, and advancing when the enemy retreats.

Large heavy-armored demon soldiers cannot participate in reconnaissance troops. Light demons do not have such strong physical fitness. As long as they fall into traps or are surrounded by many large-sized miner slaves, the chance of survival is not very high. In the first few days, the defensive troops of the Seventh Mountain lost three patrol squads and two reconnaissance squads in this way.

Logically speaking, if you suffered a loss, you should naturally counterattack, but they are the defensive side and cannot send the whole army out, otherwise they will be lured away from the mountain.

Batman's troops are like a small knife, constantly cutting meat on the periphery of the Seventh Mountain's defensive troops. The other side is both painful and angry, but it is not easy to counterattack.

The regular army led by heavy-armored soldiers killed over, but the opposite side avoided fighting and relied on several mountains for defense. Small squads were not enough to take it down.

But if more people were sent and a few magicians were equipped, they could break in, but the opposite side started to trade space for time.

At the same time, once the defense of the Seventh Mountain was weakened, Batman would send reconnaissance troops to take advantage of the emptiness, scaring the commander of the Seventh Mountain to retreat quickly.

Finally, the commander really had no way, shrinking the defensive circle, reducing the patrol range, reducing the number of patrols, and no demons were allowed to leave the camp without reason.

But in this way, this group of demon soldiers was suffocated enough. Demons are inherently more irritable than humans, and the reason why demon soldiers are different from other slaves, besides the advantage of race, is also because they are more bloodthirsty and more evil, with their brains full of cutting off the opposite side's head to kick as a ball.

The commander on the opposite side also did not learn psychology and did not know that constantly suppressing emotions in a short period of time is very easy to make these intense emotions become a bomb, and then be detonated one day.

And tonight is the day Batman lights the fire.

Before, companions who went out to patrol and investigate kept disappearing, giving the demon soldiers great psychological pressure. They could accept fighting with the other side on the front battlefield, but could not accept dying like a ghost without seeing where the other side was.

Falling alone would disappear, but uniting together, they could not find where the other side was. Attacking the other side's camp could not be taken down. Retreating would be scolded. After shrinking the defensive circle, they could only stay in the camp every day. This group of demon soldiers was almost crazy.

At this time, an elite squad led by Merkel secretly sneaked into the camp during rest time. Of course, there was no existence in this squad that could compete with any demon soldier, so they did not intend to fight head-on.

The Shuttle Snake Demon threw two fire spears, ignited the tent, and forced out the first wave of demon soldiers. These big-headed soldiers had no tactical quality at all and did not understand what camp panic was. Finding the enemy, they immediately shouted out.

Other demons heard the wind and moved, all rushing out. However, usually they could pursue the enemy and achieve results because someone was commanding them. In the absence of command, this group of demons bumped around like headless flies.

Some large-sized demons woke up and thought the enemy was behind the camp, so they rushed over in one breath, not only knocking down medium-sized demons but also trampling small-sized demons to death. Small-sized demons ran around on the ground, and magicians did not know where to throw illumination spells, finally throwing them all on the heads of friendly forces.

Within a few dozen minutes, the whole camp exploded. All demons were howling. The commander was trampled and broke his arm in the crowd rushing over. Many demons began to run out, so all demons began to run out.

After running out, they did not know what they were going to do, so they wanted to return to the camp, but once the crowd was cut and dispersed, the miner slaves who had been waiting on the side used the prepared traps and coordinated tactics to take them down one by one.

Standing on the top of the Third Mountain, Batman saw that the area around the Seventh Mountain's defensive camp was full of firelight. Accompanied by a signal flare made of bombs launched into the sky, Batman knew that the best time to take the Seventh Mountain had arrived.

For the next things, there was no way to take shortcuts. Although the other side had a camp panic, the remaining living forces could still make a certain degree of resistance. And wanting to swallow so many demons by relying on those small tricks was unrealistic. Next, they could only fight head-on.

The already organized miner army charged towards the camp. Batman led one of the squads to charge the gate, splitting the largest chaotic crowd in half from the middle. Then the flank troops followed, splitting into more fragmented small pieces, and then conducting encirclement.

Although without a commander, the demon soldiers would no longer unify into a line to conduct tactical resistance, their own strength could not be underestimated. Someone hit them, and they would definitely fight back. For a time, swords and shadows, blood splashed.

Batman, who was holding a torch high, found that at the moment of direct contact with the demon soldiers, at least one-third of the demons in the squad he led fell.

This group of weak miner slaves could not compete with demon soldiers who were naturally superior and had undergone a lot of training.

A heavy-armored demon punched a Shuttle Snake Demon on the head, directly smashing his upper body into meat mud, and then swung his fist to throw the Rotten Mud Demon on his arm to the ground, stepping on it. The Rotten Mud Demon let out a shrill scream, and the sprayed blood splashed on Batman's cloak, making him feel somewhat dizzy.

Batman never felt that he was dizzy from blood.

But now, he found that in large-scale warfare, the tragedy and bloodiness brought by the direct collision of the front line were incomparable to any street fighting. Being in the center of the meat grinder, no new soldier stepping on the battlefield for the first time could calm down, including Batman.

In the direct confrontation battle, there was no room for any fancy operations. Every punch hit the flesh, every knife saw blood.

Batman found that in such a war, his power was very small.

Indeed, he could use his tactical brain to confront a medium-sized demon, which was almost impossible in the power grading of the Underworld, because even a medium-sized demon was at least two meters higher than a human.

However, Batman could use various tactical means to confuse the other party's vision and then overcome his weaknesses.

But what about after?

Batman, covered in blood, pulled his hand armor out of a demon's heart. He kept panting, wanting to make up for the consumed physical strength in a short time.

This was already the second demon he had killed, but this failed to save the disadvantage of the front line. Let alone killing two demons, even killing twenty demons had no great effect on such a dog-toothed front-line fighting.

Batman shook his head, trying hard to calm down, and then shouted: "Release a gap on the right flank! Don't continue to move forward, release a gap, let them go out!"

The order was passed down layer by layer. The original encirclement formation opened a gap, and the front line gradually spread to the east side, changing from the original shuttle shape to a flatter line shape. The encircling miners took the central demon soldiers and went all the way east.

Batman's palms began to sweat. He felt that his heart was beating at an intense rhythm he had never felt before, because the change in the battle situation next would determine the victory or defeat of this battle. ===== CHAPTER 992 =====