Chapter 3388: Tactics (Revised)

Under the cover of night, a surprise attack force of 1,500 clan members had already vaguely seen the Sun Fortress with the help of moonlight.

These clan soldiers lay on the dirt slope, looking at the fortress in the distance.

The hundred-meter-high fortress stood tall, and a row of searchlights was fixed in the middle section of the fortress, illuminating a large open space below.

In the large open space in front of the fortress, on the already drawn ball field, a total of 24 pig-headed people, shirtless and wearing thick cloth trousers, were waiting in full battle array, and a dwarf boar stood in the middle of the field.

As the dwarf boar threw the ball up, the members of the two teams rushed toward each other, and they didn't even look at the ball, their sandbag-sized fists hammered toward each other's faces.

On both sides of the ball field, many wild boar warriors and dwarf boars set up barbecue grills. With the special approval of the Head Chef, buckets of iced beer soaked in ice water were taken at will.

Many wild boar warriors held meat skewers in one hand and iced beer in the other, watching the ball game, very comfortable. They had one thing in common: everyone wore a name tag on their neck. The front of the name tag was information such as name, age, etc., and the back was the sun seal emblem.

These wild boar warriors seemed comfortable, but they were not. These were all single dogs. Who would come out to have fun so late if they had wives? They were all working hard to reproduce the next generation.

On the dirt slope in the distance, after seeing the scene in the open space in front of the fortress, the clan soldiers lying on the dirt slope were all a bit stunned. In their impression, pig-headed people were wooden, low-intelligence, and standard lower-class creatures. They sincerely felt that these wild boar warriors seen at this time were not the same species as pig-headed people.

This surprise attack force of 1,500 people was the vanguard. They would not act rashly. After the main force arrived, they would engage in a melee with the enemy. By then, this elite force of 1,500 carefully selected soldiers would be like a sharp sword, stabbing into the fortress to maximize the possibility of seizing the technology that allowed pig-headed people to transform into wild boar warriors.

The commander of this elite force was Major Feige. This military officer, who had been awarded the Hero Medal, had lived a very unsatisfactory life after the war ended. He didn't care about money, and he already had fame, but he spent his days drinking.

At this moment, Major Feige, lying on the dirt slope, had bright eyes. The decadent life of drinking made him feel that he was stinking, but two days ago, when he received the order to lead 1,500 elite soldiers to raid the enemy's lair, he felt that he had "woken up." The rhetoric of such a mission being dangerous and needing to be careful was pleasant to his ears. Everything around him seemed to have regained its reality.

Major Feige looked around. For some reason, he suddenly felt uneasy. After thinking for a while, he asked his adjutant: "How long until the main force arrives."

"Woof."

"?"

Major Feige was stunned. He was a bit puzzled. How did his adjutant learn to bark like a dog? It wasn't the adjutant, and he didn't bring any hunting dogs this time.

Before Major Feige could figure out what was going on, a loud explosion came from afar.

Boom!

Gravel splashed on the mountain in the distance, and a golden-red flame appeared. Looking closely, one would find that this was not a flame, but a giant beast with a body length of more than 10 meters and a height of about 4.7 meters. It had a T-shaped ram nearly 4 meters wide on its head, and the ram was burning with golden-red flames. It was a heavy tank.

Accompanied by the heavy tank rushing out, hundreds of exits appeared on the mountain behind, plus the main gate of the fortress, and wild boar warriors rushed out from inside.

Seeing this scene, Major Feige on the high dirt slope felt his head buzz. When he was a teenager, he poked a tiger-eye bee's nest, which almost killed him. The scene he saw now was so similar to that poked tiger bee nest.

The heat wave came head-on. Major Feige lunged sideways. The ram of the heavy tank almost brushed past his body and hit other clan soldiers further behind.

Bang, bang, bang...

Muffled collision sounds, crushing sounds, and screams came one after another. Finally, after a deafening collision explosion, everything was quiet for a few seconds.

The flames illuminated the darkness, and the gravel was hit until it was like a goddess scattering flowers, burning and splashing everywhere. The heavy tank shook its head and threw away a clan soldier who was hanging on its side sharp horn, screaming because his lower body was crushed.

"Roar!!"

The heavy tank roared, and layers of fire waves spread with the sound waves.

The surrounding clan soldiers didn't act rashly. Although they had heard that the enemy had a kind of war beast named heavy tank, there was a huge difference between actually seeing it and hearing about it.

A figure jumped off the heavy tank. This was a wild boar warrior. Its height was about 2.26 meters. This was not tall among wild boar warriors, and compared to the wild and strong bodies of other wild boar warriors, it was slightly thinner. It was Steel Tooth.

Steel Tooth jumped off the back of the heavy tank. It looked around at the group of clan soldiers, and finally, its gaze locked on Major Feige. In the next second, it raided to the front of Major Feige, lifted a war hammer with a handle length of 1.4 meters and a bucket-thick head with one hand. The sun power added to it made this war hammer appear golden.

Boom!

Golden-red flames exploded. In the scorching flames, Major Feige blocked the war hammer with one hand. This arm of his was blue-gray with a metallic luster. Although this arm was fine, Major Feige's face was covered with burns, and his hair was scorched, but he grinned, revealing cold teeth.

Dozens of illumination flares rose into the sky, illuminating the area below as bright as day. The main force of the Clan Alliance's reaction could no longer be described as rapid. The surprise attack team at the front had just been exposed and attacked, and the main force at the rear had immediately made a response.

More than 100,000 clan soldiers were divided into more than ten layers of defense lines. After the first layer of defense lines engaged with the enemy, the further layer of defense lines would outflank from both sides, and the same went for the further ones, like a large net, gradually wrapping the enemy inside, constantly eating away until the enemy surrendered or was killed.

Besides these, there were other layouts on the left and right wings. After the war started, there would be clan troops bypassing the enemy's base camp to raid the enemy's important buildings, causing chaos in the enemy's command level. If there was a chance, a few small teams good at sneaking would also go to assassinate the enemy leader.

It could be said that Brigadier General Leitz's arrangement, fighting a positional war, not to mention winning every battle, at least allowed the clan side to have no small advantage when the war just started. Of course, it also depended on how the enemy arranged it.

At this time, inside the command post on the clan side, Brigadier General Leitz sat in front of the sand table. His subordinate generals stood on his left, right, and behind him.

Brigadier General Leitz looked at the projection on the wall. This was the real-time picture from the battlefield. Time was tight, and he only had time to spread out the battle formation roughly. In his view, compared to the pre-arranged defense line, the on-the-spot response and the command mobilization of military officers on the battlefield were the keys to determining the direction of the war.

Brigadier General Leitz had read many works by famous military experts, and he had fought for half his life. He was not afraid at all when facing those famous generals on the human side, or rather, they were all old opponents + "old friends," and they knew each other too well.

"Kuku Lin Bai Ye, what kind of opponent will you be."

Brigadier General Leitz took a sip of the strong wine in the metal wine flask, his gaze always looking at the projection on the wall. The illumination flares illuminated the large Gobi beach as bright as day, and the clan soldiers who had set up the defense line were waiting in full battle array.

Suddenly, figures carrying long-handled heavy weapons rushed from afar. Brigadier General Leitz's eyes showed seriousness. The five male military officers and one female military officer behind him were all staring at the projection on the wall.

Then they saw countless wild boar warriors rushing over in a messy formation. Looking at it, a vast expanse, simple and rough to the extreme.

"Ah this..."

A thin, one-eyed military officer was dumbfounded. Compared to him, Brigadier General Leitz was much more experienced.

Brigadier General Leitz's face was as heavy as water. He had been in contact with Su Xiao and Caesar. At this moment, his thought was: a person who has such means and can develop such a large force in silence would let the warriors under his command rush toward the enemy in such a messy way?

Brigadier General Leitz felt this was a bit incredible. Then he thought that with the enemy's cunning degree, there must be a fraud in this. Thinking of this, he stared at the projection on the wall.

When the wild boar warrior army slammed into the first layer of defense line of the clan side, Brigadier General Leitz finally confirmed that the enemy had no tactics and just rushed up in such a messy way. Such a weak opponent made him, a veteran general of war, a bit uncomfortable. This opponent was too weak.

But a minute later, Brigadier General Leitz's eyes widened more and more. The first layer of defense line he had set up didn't stop the enemy's impact and was pierced by that messy charge! Now the enemy army was rushing toward the second layer of defense line.

"Ah this!"

The one-eyed military officer on the side pressed his hand on his head. He felt that this battle was fought like a dream. ===== CHAPTER 3389 =====