Chapter 222

If the vanguard collapses, as long as the rear stays stable, we can always find a way to revive morale and steady our footing.

But if it's the rear, especially the main camp, that has trouble…

Even if we've never eaten pork, haven't we seen a pig run?

Even if it's armchair theorizing, I haven't read all those military books for nothing!

Orange General quickly sorted priorities, and while sending messengers to report the retreat of the other four generals, he hastily gathered nearby forces to reinforce.

But on the other side, a large group of players like hungry wolves had already leapt and jumped into their rear positions.

Actually, this front-and-rear pincer wasn't in the original battle plan.

But to the players, these enemies are all new monsters, each of high quality, basically top-tier experience packs.

Even if kills from siege engines count as shared damage and experience is split, after a couple of rounds everyone can still level up on average.

Thus the vast slope was like a press conference, with chaotic upgrade flashes never ceasing.

But not every player operates ranged weapons or giant machinery; some stubbornly play pure melee warriors.

Originally they planned to launch a countercharge against the lizardmen under cover of teammates, but the teammates' firepower was excessively overwhelming.

A dense arrow rain accompanied by earth-shaking thunder, big and small flying devices tilting down, blowing everything apart regardless of friend or foe.

——The brave assault vanguard wasn't stopped by the enemy, but was first blown into mincemeat by teammates' bombard cannons.

"Holy shit!"

Although levels can be re-earned, it still takes time; frightened, the survivors all retreated back onto the slope.

Helpless, they could only wear a grimace watching others level up nonstop, anxious enough to almost overturn their dirt huts.

"No way, if this continues the battle will be over!"

Seeing the lizardmen's attack completely thwarted by everyone, if we don't act now we might not even get a sip of soup…

These reckless fellows simply gritted their teeth and steeled themselves.

"Come on, brothers, let's just wrap them up like dumplings!"

If it were a ordinary flanking maneuver, players would need to sneak down the mountain, then make a big loop to reach the lizardmen's rear.

But this is a game; immortals have their clever tricks.

Those not participating in battle chose to teleport straight back to the Holy Hall, then make a second jump to the nearest teleport point, the High Tower Castle.

Then they marched at top speed, returning to the battlefield from another direction to launch a surprise attack on the lizardmen's unprepared side.

Those players with the guts and ability to do this are naturally not ordinary folk,

so they invisibly formed a fearless special strike team that viciously stabbed into the lizardmen's… rear heart.

"Ah, what is this!"

You could have the Golden King shove his head into the Red General's butt, and he still wouldn't expect such a bunch of madmen to pop out from behind him.

Thus, when the blood‑smeared guards came running in terror, he was still staring at his severely wounded beloved son, gritting his teeth.

"Damn humans, damn…"

The atmosphere was solemn, yet the military situation was extremely urgent.

The messenger had no mind for courtly etiquette anymore, so he sped up his voice and shouted loudly.

"Your Majesty, a group of humans is coming from behind us; we should dodge quickly, Your Majesty!"

"You want this king to dodge?"

Who would have thought the Golden King glanced at him, his voice gradually turning sharp.

"Then let this king first end your little life!"

Having said that, he drew a supremely beautiful golden blade from the guard beside him and, without another word, swung it down.

The sharp blade, thin as a cicada's wing, met no resistance and cleanly split that poor creature's neck.

In the mist of blood, the dull thud of the silver head hitting the ground sounded like a blow on everyone's body.

And when the Golden King caught his breath and lifted his head again, his vertical pupils were already filled with bloody malice.

His needle‑like gaze swept over every lizardman around, finally landing on the Red General.

The ferocity vanished instantly, replaced by a slowly emerging eerie smile.

The Golden King moved his lips and whispered.

"Red General. My Scaled Armor Tribe has two thousand warriors, plus the Dragon God's blessing; could we possibly lose this battle?"

The Red General's heart jolted, and he quickly bowed.

"With us here, naturally we cannot!"

"Good, then I want to see victory arrive; I will make them all pay a price!"

…

"I want them dead!"

Even after he left with a few close aides, the Golden King's hysterical howl seemed still to echo in the Red General's ears.

He furrowed his brows, his mind holding only one thought.

"The king is mad! Completely mad!"

"No, it seems I must……"

His beloved son severely wounded, strength greatly diminished, and setting aside how much rationality the enraged Golden King Duke could still have…

Not far east of the main camp, a towering green-skinned brute like an iron tower had literally torn open the lizardmen's makeshift wooden barrier.

"Sha Ge is mighty!"

"Sha Ge is awesome!"

"Sha Ge, when will you lead the gang for another charge against the Dark Elf Queen!"

Amid the cheers (?) of other players, Sha Ge gripped his battle axe and stepped into the core of the lizardmen's battle formation.

The savage ferocity on his face collapsed in an instant, turning into a sigh.

Actually, just half an hour ago, he was still fighting bravely on the front battlefield.

The Mage Battle Team's thinking is very clear, basically covering both inside and outside.

Our formation takes Sha Ge as the main tank, letting the other three non-human mages output safely.

Overall, he just tags along behind his comrades to pick up a little experience, not standing out, nor falling behind.

Thus they fight extremely steadily, grinding monsters very comfortably.

But the strength of "Code Name: Yangyue" is its realism; its flaw is that it's overly realistic where it shouldn't be, especially friendly fire!

The brothers were happily hearing experience, having a great time, when some damn volley cannon blast came out of nowhere.

If it weren't for my thick skin and flesh that can't be killed in one hit, I would have been wiped out by friendly fire getting a quintuple kill.

Mad King: "What the hell, I'm counted in too?"

No choice, the frightened Sha Ge had to hastily retreat.

However, after hesitating a moment on the slope, he still joined the other players' flanking plan.

The plan proved very successful; the lizard folk never imagined divine reinforcements could appear behind them.

These third-rate militia as reserve troops couldn't stop the players' advance, couldn't even mount a decent counterattack.

Even if the Red General joined, it would be the same; after all, even if he wanted to rally his troops, how could the players give him that chance?

Once the lizard folk tried to regroup, they were met with a sweeping, fierce assault that obliterated them at lightning speed.

And on the other front battlefield, the players couldn't possibly let the lizard folk come and go as they pleased.

The so-called bow controllers, their greatest asset is a pair of iron arms; as long as they have the strength to draw a bow, they can wield a great saber!

Thus, seeing the swiftly retreating lizard folk, the archers pulled out various melee weapons and began an extremely fierce pursuit.

The lizard folk's morale was already shattered, and now being hunted by a pack of wolves, they were utterly plunged into chaos.

Several units actually ran side by side, hardly any having spare energy or goodwill to help each other.

Thus, the Scale Armor Tribe suffered its first significant combat loss of important characters since the war began.

And this fortunate one is naturally the White's most ruthless, now the Green General fleeing the fastest.

"Die, beast!"

Being targeted simultaneously by the Lost One and the Great Khan, two top-tier players, the Green General basically had no room to maneuver this round.

"Bastard, you!"

Before he could catch the heavy punch from the left, he was pierced in the throat by a saber from the right.

"It's over, the Green General is dead!"

Faintly hearing someone shout that, the Blue General fleeing on the other side couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Although we don't get along, after all we are still compatriots and comrades.

Thus dying so obscurely on the battlefield… there will still be some feeling of sorrow for a fallen comrade.

Yet this rare kindness hadn't been worn away by the panic of life and death when he felt a sharp pain strike his back.

Looking back, he discovered that at some point a black silhouette had appeared behind him, like a Death God come to claim his soul.

"You…"

Too bad he didn't even have time to utter a scream or last words before the silver twin blades crushed his heart.

"Nice, the blue lizard also died, Death God is awesome!"

The players hid no information, or rather, this is also a psychological tactic.

Clearly not the enemy general he himself slew, yet he shouted louder than anyone.

And after losing two senior commanders in succession, the remaining lizard folk were filled with dread.

Even the most steady of the Seven Generals, the Green General, showed worry, speaking softly.

"No way, Orange General, if we keep going like this we'll be worn to death before we even get back to the main camp!"

But now the battlefield situation has deteriorated disastrously; even if the Orange General had read ten thousand military manuals, what good would it do?

Despite his myriad theories, he can only now lower his head and sprint, leading the troops in continued retreat.

But set against a dazzling expanse of silvery white, the bright colors of the Seven Generals are all too conspicuous.

Especially after the Great Khan and Death God flashed their experience gains, the players' stamina bars seemed to have learned to surge out of nowhere.

Thus, despite multiple savage charges forcing a forced march, even though Orange and Green were already running fast enough, several players still latched onto their tails.

"Hey heroes, why not stop running and have a chat with us?"

Hearing the mocking words from the other side, the Orange General couldn't help but grip the hilt of his waist blade.

But before he could draw it, he heard a voice from his side.

"Orange Sir, you once helped me; now is the time for me to repay you!"

"What? Wait!"

But the Green General gave him no chance to speak, already halting his steps, gripping his long weapon and launching a counter‑charge.

"General, hurry and go!"

It's unclear whether the one rushing to die is unwilling to die, or whether the Green General's martial skill is truly that formidable.

He actually single‑handedly blocked the pursuers, holding out in the melee for a full half minute.

"What a pity, even among the bandits there are heroes..."

In the end, the senior spearman stepped forward and slit the Green General's throat with his long blade.

That precious half minute bought the main force enough time to return to the main camp, though the camp had already been turned into chaos by the players.

"Great, I think I've found the sweet spot for playing the Goblin Chieftain!"

Like squashing an ant, he flung the screaming lizard folk aside, Sha Ge exclaiming in exhilaration.

"Mad King is speaking! How do you feel, how do you feel?"

【Damn it, what do you want me to feel?】

"What else could it be? Naturally, we players are invincibly strong."

……

Having been beaten by the players so many times with crackling blows, Mad King actually still has a relatively clear awareness of his own strength.

Last time, his own three thousand couldn't handle a hundred players, and he blamed it all on the Pioneers having the assistance of a game system.

But now, the opposition is two thousand strong lizardmen, beings capable of slaughtering his goblin Tribe three times over.

Yet when facing the players, they collapse at the first touch, completely being pressed down, even being slaughtered!

Could it really be because I'm too weak……

Since his sanity returned, Mad King has never felt so helpless, so inferior.

And Sha Ge kept fighting while chatting, patiently and kindly guiding.

"So, since we players are this strong, just relax and be an electronic…… I mean, a personal old geezer."

Ah, yeah, the players are strong; we goblins are so weak, we can never compare.

Damn, if only there existed a being as strong as the players, they definitely wouldn't let them be so arrogant again.

……Huh?

In the midst of a silent sigh, Mad King suddenly realized and came up with a brilliant idea.

——Since I can't handle the players, why not let the players deal with the players?

And the ready-made, most suitable target for defection is right before his eyes.

Even though the goblin Tribe is still weak now, the players' ceiling is simply too high.

Someday, I can use the players' hands to take revenge for my people!

So, all I need to do now is……

【I understand, Pioneers; I will wholeheartedly assist you from now on, as long as you……】

Who would have thought a single punch would knock the lizardman blocking his way flat, and Sha Ge just laughed hahaha.

No way, Mad King, you actually intend to incite me to betray humanity?

【What?】

Your reactions and lines, the audience in my video comment section had already predicted them.

The whole thing has been recorded audio and video; thanks for the show effect.

【You!】

Mad King, male, collapsed from virtual hypertension, died at the age of 1,145,140……

And on the battlefield, the Orange General, who had finally managed to pull his troops back, already felt the world spinning.

The players' purpose in storming the main camp is simply to farm experience and incidentally drop gold coins; they couldn't care less about anything else.

Each one couldn't be bothered to fight a decisive battle with the retreated lizardman main force; instead, after avoiding the strong enemies behind, they changed locations to continue having fun.

The Orange General originally thought that as long as he returned, everything would improve, and he could hold up the collapsing mansion.

But they're unwilling to exchange blows with him; so what use is his great strength and hard fists?

Moreover, so much time has passed, and he still can't put out the fire at home; thus this battle's defeat has become a foregone conclusion.

The Orange General stood dazed amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, gripping his dagger and muttering to himself.

Clearly yesterday, our lizardfolk were still one of the overlords of the underground plains; why is it just a blink of an eye……