Chapter. 15. Can someone who has seen the end of the world plant an apple tree? (25)
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“That was a great feat, Saladin! “It’s truly a skill worthy of a guardian of royal blood!”
“Oh yeah what…”
What is it. What is this discomfort?
After supporting Nullak’s warriors who were struggling between two tangled military lines, the professor continued to look around the battlefield feeling uneasy for some reason.
Even at a glance, I could see that the battle was almost over.
If you look closely at Jeon-yeol, it looks like an empty can.
The greatest benefit was the formation of the third column, which lost all mobility.
50 military ships. Each military ship was operated by about a hundred slaves and about half that number of operating personnel. A similar number of warriors and a slightly smaller number of shamans.
The power on board just one ship was enough to push away a small oasis, but that meant that there were 50 ships, and that many enemy troops were stranded on the desert without any alignment, popping out at random like a stock graph.
Simply put, it means that about 15% of the enemy’s power was replaced by a wall with a single blow from the horn.
This alone was a great achievement, but the professor was expecting something a little further than that.
‘I don’t know what the level of the commander is, but I wanted to see how he reacts to this situation.’
On the battlefield, everything happens like crazy. Even while you are trying to resolve something, the enemy is moving, and to dwell on past situations, each approaching situation is like a crossroads of fatal choices.
In such a situation, by looking at the reaction of the enemy commander, you can vaguely guess what their goal is.
The professor wanted to see the enemy’s reaction by posing the difficult question of ’50 military ships that are all fine but stopped.’
’50 military ships are enough troops to change the situation of the war. You can’t throw it away easily. Moreover, if you have troops that can move again just by supplying slaves, you won’t be able to abandon them.’
However, if you make a fuss about supplying slaves, you will not be able to support the 2nd line fleet that is engaged with Nulak’s elite warriors, and Nulak’s main force, which was slowly approaching due to Kauladi’s interference, eventually reaches the confrontation point and literally crushes the 1st and 2nd lines. A frontal line battle will begin with the third-line fleet that has just regained its mobility. A situation where you immediately enter combat with the enemy after suffering the greatest amount of damage in the first battle.
‘A somewhat strong commander wouldn’t shake hands like that.’
There is a way to prevent this. Giving up all 50 military ships in three rows that were stopped. The remaining warriors and shamans ride on the fleet of the rear row, push away the empty ships that have become a burden, and support the rear of the second row in battle.
By doing this, you can push the point where the enemy’s main force and your own main force meet one line forward, and if you do it well, you can draw a picture of killing some of the enemy’s elite warriors and making up for the damage suffered in the fleet with close combat. Of course, it must be taken into account that the loss of 50 ships that have squeezed out and become completely inoperable, as well as the second-line fleet that has become the front line in a tangled state, will be destroyed, and the number of ships that can actually be operated will be reduced, resulting in a narrowing of the range of strategic activities.
Either way, there is no change in the fact that the Nullak formation that has already won the victory is superior, but as mentioned before, what is important is the enemy’s goal that is secretly revealed under the choice.
If you choose the former, you are looking at the battle for a long time. Compared to the enemy, the supply of the friendly formation is not low, there is enough manpower to replenish, and if you look a little further, there may be an ambush prepared to attract and destroy the enemy. A strategy favored by tactician-type commanders who minimize losses.
If you choose the latter, it means that you will definitely determine the outcome of the war through this decisive battle. By consuming the irreplaceable resource of military ships, we will save warriors and shamans that can be used in this battlefield and determine victory or defeat by attacking military ships that are packed beyond capacity. This is a method used when you are confident that the quality of your troops is higher than that of the enemy. In this case, there is a high possibility that your troops have prepared decisive battle weapons or elite troops that they are not aware of. It’s a strategy that anyone can use, but if you really want to be specific, it’s a choice that can be seen as a brave type of commander.
I planned to respond differently depending on which choice I made. When the front line is pushed back, ask Nullak one more time and attack with the warriors. If you push the front line forward, you will overturn the current momentum and steadily accumulate damage to the enemy.
I was thinking that maybe, since they have a strong support force called Mutation Blood, they might give up while pushing the front line forward and putting strong pressure on them.
The enemy commander chose a plan that the professor had never thought of.
“….there. “The warriors of the desert rode ships as well as most sailors, right?”
“Not only that I was a sailor, but I was mostly a sailor before serving the Lord. In the first place, it is meaningless to distinguish between warriors and navigators since they are the ones crossing this dangerous desert.”
“Then you know the sand boat well. “Is that the anchor that came down from the front end of the enemy’s third column over there?”
“Of course. All three rows of ships are at anchor. “It appears that not only the anchor but also the sails were all cut off.”
“Hey Saladin. As a warrior of the desert, I’ve experienced fleet-to-fleet battles for a long time, but I’ve never seen such a stupid strategy since I picked up the sword. “I’m not saying this because I was careless; I can only say that the commander has lost his mind.”
“I guess that means that guy Kauladi doesn’t have a single piece of chess to use to move such a large army. “It is a natural ending for someone who is lucky enough to acquire great power and calls himself a king.”
….the strategy chosen by the enemy.
The first row has already been captured. 2nd line engaged. All 3 rows that lost mobility were given up.
All remaining troops in battle concentrated their efforts on fixing the fleet located in the enemy’s path, and all remaining troops retreated.
‘….The commander’s strategy of predicting defeat due to the overwhelming power difference and fleeing.’
The Kauladi camp’s choice was far beyond my expectations.
Like Kauladi’s army, which has many high-ranking shamans, they changed the horn’s shaman signal and removed my authority to command, sending a signal to the troops who were fiercely fighting with Nulak’s cook.
『Buoooooo-』
And the journey continues.
Tsk tsk!
The warriors turned away from their enemies and chopped down the masts of their ships.
Churrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
The sailor, who was struggling to somehow untangle the tangled kite, disentangled the anchor of the heavy warship all the way and then smashed the pulley that was supposed to hoist it.
In front of the three rows that lost the slaves that were completed, a fleet of warships that could not be maneuvered was formed. A cordon line that is far from efficient and is at the level of creating a fence with gold nuggets digging into the ground.
This was the response they chose.
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It’s so absurd that it almost makes me suspicious.
“Do you have any reaction to witchcraft? If you sacrifice a certain amount of blood and the time comes, this ship will explode. Are you listing the ships that have been bloodied in battle and using them as part of a huge spell…?”
“We suspected that too, but nothing came out. I would really just give up and jump ship. “Those idiots.”
“Huh…”
Of course I thought it was a trap, but they said it wasn’t a trap either.
That’s it in terms of modern warfare. The fleeing soldiers did not even resupply the tanks that had run out of gas, but instead parked them on roads or bridge piers and used them as obstacles to hinder the enemy’s advance.
okay. The enemies are holding back their troops as if they are being defeated.
The situation was so good that it far exceeded my expectations. The situation is such that the victory is already over, so you can grab the flag and beat the enemy.
Ding ding ding ding ding ding!
‘Strange. Strange! ‘It’s so fucking weird!!’
Rather, it was a constant alarm to me.
The professor held up a large chain the size of an adult’s torso. A huge chain used for anchoring military ships.
“Will it take long for the main force to break through this?”
When the professor pointed it out, Nulak’s elite warriors shook their heads.
“I guess so, right? “It’s a warship, but if you let both anchors loose and hold on to the sand, it’s no different from a reef this size.”
“There was no damage from the fighting, so it will take less time if you just widen the gap on the left and right and push it open with Nullak’s military line. There will be some damage to the side, but that’s about it. “It’s just a scratch compared to the military ships they abandoned.”
‘rout. And it’s a delay tactic…’
The enemy commander’s purpose discovered through strategy is one.
It takes time.
If the enemy is taking time, it obviously means that there will be some benefit afterwards, and unless the enemy is the biggest asshole in the world, it means that he or she is preparing something.
Something large enough to throw away nearly half of the most important military ships in a fleet war as nothing more than a barrier.
And one more thing.
In a normal battle, reinforcements should have joined the moment they confronted the enemy. The Mutation Blood force is full of elite troops.
If the Kauladi camp chose to delay the war, where would they head?
– Thrill!
The professor’s face suddenly turned as if his nerves were being pulled.
Nulak’s main force is slowly approaching, hindered by the sands of Kauladi.
And the sound you hear when you focus your senses.
….Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss-
sounds of swimming quickly through the sand, like a snake crawling underfoot.
A feeling of strength going into my fingertips without me even realizing it.
A scent that calls to him.
Pow!
Perbeok!
Soon, dozens of pillars of flesh rose up around Nulak’s flagship, which the professor was watching.
Dozens of tunnel beetles digging through the sand with their sharp snouts. And an army of mutes pops out from within!
The professor gritted his teeth at the large number of mutes that covered the flagship completely black. Finally, they entered the war.
“The flagship the Lord is in has been attacked!”
“Retrieve the warrior kite! Tell the warriors who attacked other ships! “Return and protect the Lord’s flagship!”
Throw in!
Tu-tu-tung!
The warriors loaded the kite handles into the ballistas of the ships they had subdued and began to hastily return to base. As it was not a proper ejection, the kite was unable to ride the wind and fell, and many fighters fell into the boiling sand sea, but most of them were still riding the wind and flying toward the flagship.
“Are you saying you’re going to send him back somehow?…”
The wind blowing from over there brought the smell of blood with it. The scent of mute’s blood that’s sweet enough to make your hair stand on end. The smell of human blood is as familiar as the smell of home, and the fact that it is so familiar makes me sick. And the strong scent of Named stands out even among the smell of countless mutes’ blood.
Reinforcements. All of the Mutation Blood’s forces and Wild Cards were deployed to Nullak’s fleet.
‘….Is it a fucking choice?’
A crossroads of choice.
The professor loaded the handle of the kite given to him into the ballista, just like the previous Nulak warriors did. There was conflict over its direction.
They took time to prepare, even throwing away half of the warships in the Kauladi camp. At least in their judgment, they can guarantee victory the moment it is ready, so they take on such abnormal losses. Are you flying towards the enemy’s main force to stop it?
Or, it is no exaggeration to say that they have asymmetrical power, and the names of Mutation Blood. Are you going to fly towards Nulak’s main force to deal with those who will continue to be obstacles in the future battle with Mute?
Which one is the correct answer and which one is the wrong answer? What choice will make the enemy sigh and sigh of relief?
Choose one side and the other will be out of his hands.
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Pop. Pop.
Drops of sweat. Hot sweat dripped down the professor’s forehead as he desperately tried to piece together every possible situation in his head.
‘My field of vision was narrow. I should have been keeping an eye on the battlefield as a situation and other stories connected to it.’
The professor looked down at the battlefield from afar and thought about the guy moving the chess pieces one by one on the board.
Through the conversation between Termakian and Nigmi in the halls of Kauladi, I learned that they greatly respect Falcatus’s command. Grand Mute and the Named must have moved according to his orders.
And maybe even now. He’ll be somewhere watching his choices.
[Either way, he will move accordingly.]
‘I guess so. ‘Because he’s a top-notch bastard.’
You must judge carefully, but choose quickly.
They didn’t win the war. It seemed like they wanted to achieve something through war.
Enemy Intentions.
my purpose.
The superficial and the deep. And ultimately, what you should aim for.
“….”
Pop. Fighting.
By the time the professor’s feet were wet with sweat dripping from his thoughts pushed to their limit.
Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick….
The body of the ballista held by the professor began to slowly rotate.
The direction of the loaded kite’s handle was –
“If you don’t want to play into the enemy’s hands, overcome their pressure and move where they don’t intend….”
Beyond the wide desert and the tightly packed fleet. The place where Kauladi’s headquarters is, with a strange energy rising from it.
A place where the Mutation Blood and Kaulaadi formations are united and have something to hold on to Nulak and me.
Delay tactics and surprise attacks. It was clear that both of them were intent on preventing access to Kauladi’s main force.
The professor adjusted the ballista while trying to ignore Nulak’s flagship, which felt like someone was pulling it from behind.
Cough!
What the heck!
Nulak’s flagship, which was as large as a lord’s castle, seemed to tilt as if it was about to fall, and with the sound of a drum exploding, the black mutes were thrown out in all directions. Meanwhile, in the middle of the desert, two streams of water like a waterspout surged, swept over the ship, and something resembling tree roots began to grow and cover Nulak’s flagship.
This probably means that a full-scale battle has begun.
Notum Otman Hydrasil Rakshasha. Since they were all colleagues who had worked hand in hand with each other and had crossed the firing line, I knew full well that they were above average skilled. In fact, the number of Mutes was at a level that was impossible to count with the naked eye, but the water magic of Nulak, the great desert shaman, the forest shaman of Notum, the troll shaman, Othman’s water magic, and the elemental magic of Idrasil did not allow the enemy to even approach the ship.
‘But… it’s not enough.’
Although Nigmi, who was in charge of special operations, could not tell, the overwhelming combat power of the Termakians, which were designed for such large-scale battles, was not something they could handle.
A name that always appears in 3 World. Edeorna Vazyur Thermakian Dox Zignil.
Unlike the types of named names that vary from player to player, such as Nigmi, Adalua, and Yol Touk, which appear depending on some conditions, at least those five appear unconditionally, so their characteristics and fighting methods were recorded in great detail in the community, and the professor was fully familiar with them.
Edeorna. A custom-named character that was created based on the queen and inherits its characteristics and grows to match its nemesis.
Bajyur. AKA wizard collector. Named was created from information collected from the corpses of a group of warlocks who were initially allies of Mutation Blood after they were suppressed by Mute. A fixed artillery type named gun whose number of magic types and amount of random fire increases rapidly depending on the accumulated corpses of wizards.
Jignil. A name created based on pieces of the corpse of an undead lord kept by warlocks. A semi-living entity located somewhere between a ghost and a living organism. It often appears on large-scale battlefields and grows by consuming the souls of the dead. In the beginning, you are just a bystander to large-scale fear or debuffs, but if you can’t stop the growth, in the second half, it spreads all kinds of debuffs in piles, absorbs the souls of all creatures in sight alive, and recovers damage received. In addition, it is an undying debuff totem with physical immunity. This guy.
Dogs. Conversely, magic immunity. It was created based on the leader of a secret assassination organization among the hero units kidnapped by the assassin-type Mute. He appears in a pair with Bazyur, and is a name that moves through human formations crouching under large-scale magic bombardment and slits the commander’s head.
And… Thermachian.
A name created based on information from Charlotte de Agaat, Roderick’s strongest army combat knight.
This is exactly the opposite of Charlotte’s ability, and while Charlotte’s buff power and range increases as her allies increase, Termakian receives a buff as her allies die.
A named who has the ability to absorb all the physical abilities of allies who die on the battlefield he participated in for a certain period of time.
Ten people equals ten people. 100 people equals 100 people.
10,000 people, 100,000 people, 1 million people…. As our allies are torn apart by the enemy, that power is concentrated in a single entity called Thermachian, creating a disaster on the battlefield.
Already two fleets of Kauladi. One hundred ships by military ship. Even if we roughly calculate it, it is a battlefield where well over 2,000 people lost their lives.
Just counting the strong warriors of the desert, there are five hundred.
….He may have already surpassed me in pure strength. The guy starts running wild. The moment when more casualties occurred during the battle between the group and the Nullak fleet, and the stronger Termacian’s breakthrough power finally exceeded the defense capabilities of the allies. They probably don’t have a hero unit-level melee combatant that can stand up to him….
Clap, clap, clap….
Plop!
Quang!
“Okay… it’s a choice…”
Clap!
The professor struck the railing and pulled the lever of the ballista, as if smashing the dire predictions that seemed to be seeping into his mind.
This kind of conflict is probably what that Falcatus had planned for.
For now. The way to avoid walking into the enemy’s drawing is as if they injected wild cards into Nulak’s main force. The professor himself had no choice but to dig into the middle of enemy lines.
….I believe that those left behind will be able to hold out until he returns.
We have no choice but to ignore predictions based on facts and information and just believe them.
“Uuuuuuu! Believe! A heinously capable pig! Falcatus, just somehow survive until I win the chicken race that bastard walked in! Ottoman! Notum! Hydrasil! Rakshasha! request!!!!”
-Tuung!
He would have counted the time I spent hesitating, so the professor immediately cut the line, launched the kite, and jumped up.
A kite made of sand shark skin and bones unfolds wide, and the professor’s body jumps strong enough for the bow to sink, and in an instant, the kite and the other go beyond. They flew into a place where they were hiding something, to the point where I wanted to threaten them by taking the safety of the group hostage.
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Kauladi Fleet. 1 2 A total of 150 military ships in 3 rows were consumed to form a delaying battle line. The main forces are recovered and organized for defense.
The return of the main unit of the Nullak elite warrior group ‘Cook’ and the abandonment of the 3rd line of Kauladi fleet resulted in the disappearance of the troop confrontation point. The gap between the front lines on both sides widened by more than 800 steps. A lull in combat enters.
A large-scale skirmish ensued as the Nulak fleet encountered the Mute main force.
Named Thermachian Nygmi. Join the battlefield. Massacre occurs.
Warrior Saladin advances.
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