Chapter 1675
Chapter 1675 - 1671: Outpost
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The changes of the era are always silent.
The Eastern Country has been waiting, and even concealed the direction of future weaponry as much as possible, to secure as many victories as possible at the onset of the first wave of assault.
But the invaders from the Exotic Realm are still living in the Old Era.
"....They can’t hold on anymore, and the campaign should be completed within three months."
The Quasi-God level Big Shot, Ghost Soul (Sea) Leopard King, is one of the main people in charge of the siege on the Mountainous Kingdom.
Facing the Mountainous Kingdom supported by the Five Great Deities, with a total of six top-tier (eighth-tier and above) combat powers resisting, there are at least six Warlord Big Shots gathered on the side of the invaders.
In terms of actual military strength, the invaders hold a clear advantage. They are unable to comprehend the resilience of their opponents, as well as the endless variety of weapons and logistics that seemingly can’t be depleted; it’s as if their own nation’s industry has long since been wiped out....and amidst the fight, those armaments are actually upgrading!
It’s one thing to have various conventional light armaments, but heavy equipment like tanks is getting excessive. Even more outrageous is that in the course of the battle, various types of automatic machinery have emerged. These humans, already clad in grass skirts and baring their upper bodies, can continue to fight desperately while upgrading their Tech Tree?
The answer is known to everyone, but what can be done about it.
The world has never been isolated; when fighting one country, one must definitely consider the support of Reinforcements from the rear.
In fact, these Warlord Big Shots are all prepared, even if the Eastern Country sends ground forces directly into battle, they could still drag the war into a stalemate.
"Let the other Big Shots drive more cannon fodder over here, low-level cannon fodder are endless...."
They are just patient, waiting for the Mountainous Kingdom of this world to lose its resistance power. What they are consuming more of is not their own "wealth."
Unlike the Eastern Country, Octopus follows a typical feudal lord system. The soldiers underneath each Warlord Big Shot are their own properties. Even if they are dispatched by superiors to participate in battle, it is difficult to get compensation for military losses...If the superior Big Shot is kind-hearted, they might casually offer some compensation.
But in most cases, the soldiers are the property of the Lords; the superiors who don’t care about reputation are all independent forces.
Your battles well fought are considered my achievements. Casualties? Aren’t they your own?
This is the tradition of Octopus, and the fact that one can’t get a return on investment is not enough to shake morale. However, it does accustom the Lords to preserving their own direct combat power, usually only using "shared combat power" to get the job done.
This mainly involves Little Lords who are recruited, as well as various scattered tribes and strategies....The Little Lords without backing are destined to become cannon fodder and slaves in such large-scale battles, it’s just a matter of under whose name they die.
They are like Allied Forces raising their banners, coming here at the "Monarch’s" call, but privately, they aim to reduce their own casualties and gain more of their own interests.
If the Monarch’s war is lost it’s actually not a problem, but to have one’s own Legion expended, that’s the real trouble.
In some sense, this is also why, as Weaker nations, as long as they dare to fight to the death, many can hold on. It’s the root cause of their perseverance.
Of course, such a mechanism in the absence of a top-level Ruler indeed results in a massive amount of power that can’t be centralized, but had it not been for such a loose tribal system, the Warlord system allowing for its development, there wouldn’t be such a surging and "free" source of military forces.
This system brings "quantity" rather than "order," they are always the most numerous, but not necessarily the strongest...
"....I have a bad feeling, let’s speed things up."
The Leopard King, feeling a bit uneasy, picks up his Weapon, planning to discuss with the other few Warlord Big Shots.
The Mountainous Kingdom has reached its limit, perhaps now is the time to deliver the decisive strike....If this drags on, the major countries behind them bring more reinforcements, and we might be back where we started.
But this time, it’s already too late.
When the encompassing black clouds descend from the sky, with unmanned drones carrying Black Flames attacking all invading Life, the situation on the battlefield has already been set.
".....What is this!?"
Enraged, the Quasi-God level being unleashes his Trident with thunder and raging waves, directly destroying a large number of drones.... the next moment, several times more drones begin an aerial bombardment from the skies.
Yet upon making his move, he inexplicably felt an unease.
It was as if he had been targeted, as if his end had come.....
"How can this be..."
But soon, he realized it wasn’t an overreaction, as three Quasi-Gods emerged directly from the shadows.
Behind them, others were eyeing him hungrily.
Clearly, they had no intention of letting go of this prey that had actively jumped out.
At this moment, the enraged Leopard King was also filled with regret, wondering why he had impulsively acted and revealed his position, while also exposing the absence of high-tier combat power around him.....
"Make your move, there are no other high-tiers within a hundred kilometers."
And a deep male voice declared the commencement of this fight to the death.
As humans who were the ambushers, if they didn’t take advantage of the intelligence to defeat a big fish, it would be too much of a loss.
Lu Ping’an retracted his investigative Eye of Truth and also smiled.... He tried to approach the Quasi-God level battlefield, but was rejected once again; someone did not want to let go of this rare prey.
"What a pity, that seal fur is quite smooth, it would have made a fine coat or cloak....."
Lu Ping’an’s gaze then shifted towards the forest and the battlefield...he felt slightly uncomfortable, the humidity was bad enough here, mixed with the smell of flesh, decay, and dead bodies, making him wish he could shut off all his senses.
"Mountainous People?"
Lu Ping’an drifted like teleportation and landed in front of a bush.
"...I am Reinforcements from the Eastern Country."
Lu Ping’an pondered for a moment, then reluctantly uttered in English....
"No need, we can understand the language of the Eastern Country."
The tree bark, bushes, and branches suddenly came alive, and the next moment, three figures jumped in front of Lu Ping’an.
A tall and thin young man with black hair, a woman, and an old man....Lu Ping’an stroked his chin, a bit curious.
The man had a Transformation System Talent Ability, the woman seemed to have a heritage Profession Ability, if he wasn’t mistaken, it was Ninjutsu, and the old man was even more impressive, utilizing camouflage drawn on himself, the kind without any Extraordinary Ability.
This team had a mix of every sort of person.
"We are Sentinels from the 367th Legion, where are the Reinforcements?!"
"How many people have come?!"
The three of them crowded around him instantly, both anxious and delighted.
𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
Lu Ping’an smiled faintly, pointing above his head.
Countless dark wings had already spread out, the drone Death Gods were already claiming lives.
And behind him, the vast and boundless "mountain range" was slowly closing in.
That slight "collision" directly caused the entire earth to vibrate.
Then, down the mountain range slid countless Legions.
— End of Chapter 1675 —