After a wave of massacres by Yin Yuan, there were only sixty-three people left in the think tank that originally had more than a hundred people.
After expressing their opinions, four people finally chose to withdraw out of fear and were sent out of the palace by the cursed tiger.
No one knows where they will be sent, maybe they will die after leaving this door.
But no one in the field cared. After all, if these people went back and talked nonsense, it would be trouble for them.
Death is death, death is fine!
The remaining fifty-nine people, headed by Mr. Song, Mr. Liu, and Mr. Tarn, established a new organization.
The strange war meeting.
“Very good, although our current situation is very disadvantageous, we still retain hope of a comeback.”
“This is a new beginning. We need to stabilize the situation on the front line as soon as possible. Even if they can't defeat the humans, they can't be allowed to advance further."
After talking about the main task, Curse Tiger didn't even think about gambling.
The first gambling battle is not over yet, and there are still eight months until the final battle of faith. However, all the humans present, as well as the five royal families, do not think that the alien race has a chance to come back.
No other.
After the release of the new data.
The sixth-level priest with the suffix Soma is really a bit too perverted.
From him on down, the highest level of human priests is only level two, and 99% of the priests are still level one.
Although the progress on the alien side is slightly faster, there are only three third-level priests who have just climbed to the high priest level, and their strength is not at the same level.
In addition, the Fire Fist tribe led by Sumo also crushed others.
Thirty-eight thousand people, 27,000 people who have reached the level of fanatic believers.
It is no exaggeration to say that even if the human list is rounded down by a thousand people, it will still not be a fraction of 7,000 people.
The alien race is even worse. The alien rift in which they are located is based on strength.
The major event "Priest's Sorrow" broke out in advance, causing serious civil strife in many tribes, resulting in numerous deaths and injuries.
Before the unrest is calmed, developing tribes and beliefs is simply a dream.
Therefore, the five royal families decided to give up the first gambling battle directly.
Admit defeat!
"What about gambling?" Mr. Song thought about it for a while, but still mentioned it.
If the third major event is triggered now and the second major event breaks out together, it will inevitably bring more variables to the gambling world.
However, it is impossible to even think about using these variables to suppress the huge advantage accumulated by Somo in the early stage and regain the initiative. It is even impossible to cause some unnecessary trouble.
"You don't need to worry about the gambling. Even if Sumo wins, there are still two years left for us to win this war. At that time, I will use the lives of humans on earth to negotiate with him and let him Make a choice."
"Okay!"
What to negotiate, what to choose?
Curse Tiger did not take the initiative to tell the truth, and everyone present did not dare to ask, because they knew that Curse Tiger would not tell the truth if asked.
This involves the real secrets of the wasteland world. Except for Sumo and the high-ranking aliens, even the lords of the Yusanjia territory are unknown.
Night is approaching.
With the help of the underground transportation facilities built by the dwarves of all races, fifty-nine members of the Strange War Association rushed to the front line.
It must be said that after resting in the dungeon for more than two months, everyone's mental state has changed a lot.
"The long-lasting tug-of-war is like a never-ending millstone, mercilessly wearing away the original distinct spiritual differences between individuals, gradually training them into indifferent and ruthless machines on the battlefield."
"In this process "No matter how sharp the edges are, people will be gradually smoothed out, and their unique self will be slowly assimilated."
Mr. Song stood on the top of the car and slowly pulled out the tactical ideas he had prepared. .
“We have been locked in the dungeon throughout the winter, which is equivalent to resting in disguise. We do not feel the oppression brought by this high-pressure environment, but the commanders and soldiers in the opposite level, they Having participated in three large-scale battles, the mental pressure has already reached the edge.”
“If you want to win a beautiful counterattack now, making good use of this is the key!”
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It has been one year and two months since the construction of the front line.
Unlike modern wars where there is a rest period, the war between humans and alien races is almost non-stop.
The difference is only in size.
Therefore, even the new recruits who join later will inevitably become as numb as the veterans after the initial excitement and filter gradually fade away.
Mr. Song knew that the commanders at the top of mankind wanted to change all this, but they did not have many useful methods.
When it comes to rewards, the wasteland is so poor that it cannot attract humans who have experienced the modern information explosion.
When talking about the future, many people cannot see the future at all and are unwilling to think about the future. Talking too much will only increase the burden.
When it comes to promotion, this is even more difficult. Wars are frequent, but getting promoted requires crazy involution among people.
Therefore, as long as the mental pressure of the soldiers in the level can be detonated, the next battle will have at least a 50% winning rate.
The remaining 50% depends on how quickly the human commander adjusts his response.
Based on the results of the confrontation some time ago, Mr. Song estimated that it would be difficult to achieve such a hearty result as the 'Battle of Pinggu', but it would not be difficult to recreate a 'Battle of the Pass'.
In the short term, at least the alien races must see the value of the alien war guild, so that more people can be mobilized from the rear of the alien races to join.
"Mr. Song, what if the other side doesn't fight us? If they guard the checkpoint to avoid fighting and hold on to the idea of delaying the gambling fight until the end, will we have to attack day and night?"
The speaker was a blond Westerner.
Mr. Song glanced at the other party lightly and called out his name, "Zen, with all due respect, did you spend your war history in your sleep?"
"What do you mean?" Zayn's expression changed.
“The Battle of Troy, the Greeks’ Trojan Horse Ploy, the Battle of Spartacus, the Romans’ tactical siege, the Battle of Constantinople, how many tunnels the Ottoman army dug, and the "The Battle of Ramis, the Battle of Pella"
Mr. Song talked about more than a dozen classic battles that have occurred on the earth, all of which were caused by one side having a huge advantage and trying to delay time, while the other side used tricks to defeat it. case.
Zaen’s face suddenly looked ugly.
The reason why he wanted to leave the checkpoint and defend it, and his side could only attack by force, was because he told the five royal families sitting in front to listen.
In this way, even if the war does not go well, everyone can use this excuse to delay and prevaricate to avoid another crisis of trust.
But Mr. Song did not give himself any face, and directly used this method to block his words.
At the same time, he also told others that they should either work hard to defeat the opponent, or leave quickly and find another place.
“Well, there is a new opportunity before us. I don’t want to miss it, and you certainly don’t want to miss it either.”
“As long as we win this battle, no matter what the final result is. , we will definitely leave a mark in history, so I don’t want anyone to hesitate to move forward when the critical moment comes.”
"Well said!" Curse Tiger stood up and took the lead in applauding.
For a time, there was thunderous applause in the carriage, and the remaining royal family and the unknown dwarf waiters also clapped, making the dwarves in the carriage in front think that some celebration was being held here.
After a long while, after the applause ended, Mr. Song turned his head and looked at Zain with a deep look.
And this look also made Zain feel cold all over, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead and back.
Damn it, I’ve been locked up for so long that my brain has gone crazy.
In an instant, he thought clearly about the reason why Mr. Song didn't give him face just now.
The Cursed Tiger has just released everyone from the dungeon, with promises and guarantees, isn't it just to defeat the humans after the level?
If everyone in the carriage is not sure and confident, then what is the necessity and value of its existence?
It’s just a day and night attack, and it doesn’t make any difference if it’s under the command of a foreign race.
"Mr. Song saved me and everyone in the carriage."
Wanting to understand this, Zayn turned his head and looked at the others. Sure enough, there are some unexplainable special meanings in the eyes of these people.
"Okay, there are still four hours until the destination, and we still have a lot to do."
Mr. Song spoke up again, interrupting eye contact. , "There are currently twenty-seven points that require manpower to take care of. I plan to divide twenty-seven two-person teams to take charge. Mr. Liu will be in charge of the North District, Mr. Tarn will be in charge of the South District, and the remaining two Personally follow me and stay in the central command."
Nine o'clock at night.
The dwarven transport train is parked at the station.
This place is still 80 kilometers away from the frontmost alien position, and we need to use the wildebeest aliens to get there.
But there is nothing we can do about it. Underground transportation lines are the most important material support for aliens.
Once discovered and blown up by humans, millions of aliens on the front line will immediately be in crisis.
“Let’s go, report to me every three days according to the group.”
"Brother Song, take care."
"Mr. Song, I hope to hear good news from you."
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Wave after wave of people took the corner The horse leaves.
After a while, Mr. Song himself was the only one left, Zain, who insisted on following him, and Oliden, another Westerner.
The three of them stood side by side, their figures looking a little bleak.
"Mr. Song, I was confused just now. Thank you for saving me."
Zaen bent to ninety degrees and bowed respectfully.
If Mr. Song had just followed his words, the cursed tiger would have burst out on the spot.
“Okay, no need to say anything else, let’s go.”
Mr. Song waved his hand and turned around to get on the wildebeest.
He does not want to play partisan competition, nor does he want to cultivate any confidants.
Working for foreigners is a job that is literally tied to one’s belt.
The reason why we are alive today is because there is still a trace of value in them.
If the value disappears, even if it is not hacked to death by aliens, it will be sent to the gallows by humans.
The wildebeest left the station and ran towards the front line at a speed of sixty kilometers per hour.
At about ten o'clock in the evening, the three of them finally returned to the familiar main camp.
Compared with more than two months ago, there are not many changes here.
Still familiar camp layout, familiar smell
"Huh? What does it smell like? Why is it so fragrant?"
Mr. Song got off the Wildebeest and stared at the first checkpoint on the front line in the distance, stunned.
The stench in the camp is still there, but the night wind brings a special smell from the distant level.
It seems to be a strong meat aroma, mixed with the special aroma of chili peppers, which makes people's fingers twitch.
"Sir, it should be the smell of your Dongda dish, fried pork with chili pepper."
Zaen could clearly distinguish the smell in the air, and there was a trace of confusion on his expressionless face. .
There is no problem with peppers, they can be grown in a greenhouse even in winter.
But meat, where does the meat come from?
In just three and a half years, even if there are enough female species, it is absolutely impossible for humans to complete the construction of a breeding industry from scratch, let alone supply it to frontline soldiers in bulk.
“Let’s go over and have a look.”
Mr. Song made the decision on the spot.
Under the protection of two teams of elite centaur warriors, the three people left the camp and approached the checkpoint.
The closer you get, the more obvious the smell of fried pork with chili peppers is in the air.
At the same time, there are also some other aromas mixed in, all of which are Dongda's famous dishes.
"So the suspicion formation, or"
The three of them looked at each other, all a little surprised.
Even if vegetables are made into flowers, it is impossible to make meat and vegetables with such a delicious taste.
Mr. Song did not think that this was a smell deliberately released by the opposite level. He understood that if the soldiers in the level smelled this smell and could not eat it, their mental pressure would immediately increase several times.
“We can’t go any further. After passing here, we will meet their patrol team.”
The three of them wanted to get closer, but the captain of the Centaur team stood up and stopped them. .
“Look, there is the sentry tower they built. If you go there, you may encounter an ambush.”
"Watch tower?"
Mr. Song looked doubtfully in the direction of the centaur captain's finger.
Sure enough, a concrete building about four meters high stood not far away, which had not been seen before.
"Human beings are trying to advance their positions. Every night, they will push these marking towers hundreds of meters to build. We have tried to stop them, but the cost is too high!"
“But there seems to be no one there?”
"There is no one now, and they are afraid that we will attack at night, so there will be people stationed during the day, and they will all retreat at night."
"Since there is no one, let's go over and have a look."
Mr. Song's tone was firm. The centaur captain wanted to refuse, but after thinking of Cursed Tiger's instructions, he had no choice but to nod in agreement.
The distance before and after is only three hundred meters.
The two teams approached sneakily, but fortunately they did not encounter the border patrol team at night.
When we arrived at the bottom of the guard tower, the entrance door was ajar.
Mr. Song winked, and Zaien stepped forward, pushed the door open and looked inside.
It was empty, with only one table and one chair.
But above the table, there is a red festive paper box with the Tianyuan mark printed on it.
“What is this?”
Zain subconsciously wanted to go up and take a look, but was pulled out of the tower by Mr. Song.
"Be careful and let them go."
The centaur captain understood and ordered a soldier to step forward and open the carton.
There are no weapons inside, just twelve packaging boxes of the same size with a piece of letter paper on them.
“Bring the letter over and let me have a look.”
Mr. Song was very cautious and took a few steps back before taking the letter.
(End of this chapter)