Chapter 1583: Chapter 63: Changing the History of War
With a dark and windy night perfect for an ambush, the Centipede Soldiers utilized their innate skill, crawling forward along the ground.
Under the cover of the whistling cold wind, the noise from their friction with the earth beca nearly imperceptible.
Closer, even closer!
The disorienting glare from the occasionally flickering Magic Lamps made the Centipede Soldiers terribly uncomfortable.
No matter how well hidden they were, once within a hundred ters, they could no longer remain unspotted.
“Attack!”
Realizing the stealth could go no further, Marshal decisively gave the order.
The Centipede Soldiers had scarcely begun to rise and ready themselves for a charge when a barrage of arrows rained down on them, instantly resulting in over a hundred casualties.
Seeing this, everyone understood the raid had long been disclosed, and the enemy had intentionally let them approach.
“Push the mounted crossbows and catapults forward!”
Marshal once again issued his command.
The frontal assault failure was an expected scenario.
Although the enemy had managed a small trick, it bore a negligible impact on the overall war.
In order to cover the infiltration of the two squads, the greater the commotion here, the better.
As the battle erupted, the Centipede Soldiers bypassing to the flanks were each incredibly tense.
Although the mountains on both sides weren’t sheer cliffs, they were treacherous enough to hinder large troop movents.
Each side hosted only a regint of ambushers; not due to the Centipede Clan’s shortage of soldiers, but the road proved too arduous.
The Giant Centipedes, having a trace of Magical Beast lineage, ultimately weren’t pure Magical Beasts, and their climbing abilities had long degenerated.
In a mont of carelessness, a Centipede Soldier fell, rolling down about ten ters before clutching a large tree to save his life.
Witnessing this, Commander Karlis was scared half to death.
Had it not been for the tree blocking him, his rolling descent would have exposed their position.
Without the elent of surprise, their limited numbers wouldn’t even fill the enemy’s teeth gaps.
“Send the order down, have everyone be more cautious. If anyone exposes our position, their entire family will be executed!”
Karlis warned sternly.
Deep down, he cursed the family of their Legion Commander.
Such a grueling task seed less like a raid and more like a martyr mission.
In the battlefield, orders must be obeyed like mountains; having taken the mission, no matter how difficult, it must be completed.
With a small mishap, the ensuing actions grew more cautious.
For the sake of security, he decisively abandoned the closer mid-slope path, opting to infiltrate from the mountain’s summit.
Smart Centipedes weren’t exclusive to Karlis. Likewise, given a dood task, Commander Anderson headed straight for the summit from the start.
A seemingly inconspicuous change resulted in a considerable increase in distance; though below, the feigned attack had persisted for two to three hours, the prepared ambushers were still busy advancing.
On the battlefield below, a fierce contest unfolded between the two armies over the camp entrance.
The original fortifications had been battered to ruins by the catapult assault.
As the attacking Centipede Soldiers, they too gained no advantage.
Progressing behind hastily crafted shields, they were instantly pierced by enemy crossbow arrows.
As it turned out, ans to defend against arrows, faced with more powerful magic crossbows, rely provided psychological comfort.
Sharp arrows pierced the shields, then a Centipede Soldier’s body, followed by the second row of shield-bearing soldiers who also fell prey.
Penetrating two shields in succession, slaying two Centipede Soldiers, the arrows finally stuck into the third shield.
The dense arrow rain paired with incredible lethality ford a definite battleground killing tool.
Constrained by geographical conditions, what’s supposed to be a close-quarters battlefield transford into a long-range firepower duel.
Only a few lucky ones broke through the arrow rain, engaging in direct combat with Human soldiers.
Sadly, reaching this point, their luck ran out as their comrades failed to keep pace, soon encircled and slaughtered by Human soldiers.
In a few hours of engagent, thousands of bodies from both sides littered the ground.
However, in comparison to the defending side, attacking Centipede Soldier corpses were noticeably more.
“Marshal, the enemy’s magic crossbows are too malicious; even an Eighth-order Strongman caught off guard would suffer.
Ordinary shields simply can’t withstand the enemy’s arrows.
Our catapults and mounted crossbows have significant power, yet their firing rates are too slow, difficult to suppress the enemy’s crossbow arrows.
If this continues, both of our corps may be entirely sacrificed!”
General Burt expressed concern.
They had never encountered such dense magic crossbows, completely unaware of how to deal with them.
Last ti facing the enemy, they had also encountered this, yet the front stretches then were very long.
The soldiers spread out to attack, most enemy crossbow arrows restrained the Sanctuary Powerhouses, leaving only a few to trouble them, scarcely noticeable.
Tonight’s battle saw both sides’ Sanctuary Powerhouses abstain from involvent, only conventional forces clashing.
The narrow terrain suited crossbow arrows brilliantly.
“The enemy’s magic crossbows are certainly formidable, yet not unbeatable. As long as we produce a batch of shields strong enough defensively, they’ll be blocked.
Clansn craftsn have tested it, though such shields are too cumberso for regular soldiers.
Reportedly, Dwarf-crafted shields can limit their weight to twenty pounds, yet withstand magic crossbow attacks.
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