Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 160 Sleepless Night Happy Birthday
This night is destined to be sleepless for no one.

Humans and orcs, these long-standing enemies with entangled grudges, spent a long, chaotic, noisy, tiring, and furious night together, separated by towering city walls.

Yes, not only in and around Tianshuang City, but even Lord Chen Mo, hundreds of kilometers away, couldn't sleep well.

The humans didn't sleep well, which was naturally because the beastmen didn't intend for them to sleep well.

To pave the way for the general offensive the next day, Bloodhowl General Sargeras ruthlessly squandered his numerical advantage.

The total population of the city was roughly the same as the number of his troops; those weak human militiamen were never considered a threat by General Bloodhowl.

Dedicate a portion of your troops to attrition warfare while conserving your main force for a major battle. This tactic is undoubtedly the best choice in a siege battle where you have superior forces.

Throughout the night, all sorts of innovative harassment tactics, like a relentless tide, crashed against the cold, impersonal walls of Skyfrost City.

At times, it was a squadron of hundreds of ranged orcs that hurled throwing axes and spears at the city walls. The dark mass of projectiles crashed against the crenellations and walls with a shrill whistle, sending sparks flying and occasionally punctuated by the screams of the defenders.

Sometimes, small groups of wolf cavalry would carry torches, galloping wildly back and forth at the edge of arrow range, waving ferocious battle flags, and howling like ghosts and wolves, trying their best to create a terrifying atmosphere.

Sometimes, the heavy sound of war drums would suddenly resound without warning, the dull, rolling sound of the drums piercing the night sky and striking heavily on the hearts of every defender; or the sound of horns would sound, as if the whole army was about to charge at any moment, but not a single orc could be seen.

Of course, it wasn't all a feint. After several repeated intimidations, some agile orc races with strong climbing abilities, under the cover of shadows, silently approached the base of the city wall, attempting to climb over and launch a sneak attack.

In past battles, night raids on cities have been one of the main attack methods of the Orcs.

The core reason is that humans are far inferior to most orcs in terms of night vision.

Well, except for certain blind orc tribes.

From the most basic physiological comparison, humans are at an absolute disadvantage. Orcs not only have far superior muscle strength and bone strength compared to humans, but many of their races also possess astonishing talents in perception, hearing, smell, and other senses, with most of them far surpassing the level of humans.

So much so that there's a common, contemptuous saying among the Orcs: "Humans are good for nothing except for their good brains!"
Of course, this is also the main point of view that humans despise orcs: "You're brainless and you're still proud of it?"

In real warfare, this translates to orcs having a significant advantage in vision and perception at night.

There is a significant "blind spot" effect in nighttime city defense: the brighter the lights on the city walls, the harder it is to see below.

Therefore, during the usual nighttime defense, the defenders had to be extremely vigilant. They needed to constantly lower torches tied with ropes from the city walls to try to illuminate the blind spots below.

At the same time, the mage team should frequently use the [Illumination] spell to dispel the darkness in some unreachable corners with magical radiance, preventing some orcs with explosive physical abilities from sneaking close.

Torches are easily destroyed by the enemy, and the magician's lighting is not without its costs. If the magician stays on the city wall for too long, he is also vulnerable to long-range sniping by the orc troops.

Therefore, keeping watch at night is a test of willpower that keeps you on edge.

Now, General Bloodhowl is resorting to the same old trick, employing the classic Orcish tactic of exhausting the enemy.

Even if it doesn't cause much damage to the human race, a night of irregular harassment is enough to keep them running around in circles.

In any case, the orc camp had retreated more than ten kilometers away, so no matter how much commotion there was, it wouldn't affect the main force's rest and recuperation. They could use this time to conserve their strength for tomorrow's general offensive.

However, this time, at least half of the orcs' wishful thinking failed.

The wise Lord Liushuang, through the great Lord Chenmo, sought guidance from the light.

Yes, it's a large searchlight.

Blinding beams of light swept away the heavy night, illuminating an area hundreds of meters in front of the city wall!

While it wasn't exactly as bright as day, the sudden illumination made it impossible for any orc to sneak up on us.

To prevent damage from enemy ranged weapons, these searchlights were covered with iron cages as thick as a thumb, and a miniature magic circle was set up to cast a protective spell in front of the searchlights that blocked objects but not light—the [Atmospheric Shield].

The orcs repeatedly tried to destroy these glaring creatures, but each time they were ruthlessly targeted by the archers and crossbowmen on the city walls.

The night raid tactic was a complete failure, but regardless, the orcs still managed to achieve their goal of preventing the human defenders from resting, despite suffering considerable casualties.

Conversely, how could the human race possibly let them go so easily?

Because of Lord Chen Mo's repeated instructions, the troops of Tianshuang City were not allowed to leave the city to fight at will. However, several special operations teams sent by Lord Chen were stationed in the city.

They used a standard drone night raid.

The main force of the drone fleet in the vast sea is light and micro drones. During the day, these little guys that don't fly high enough might be a bit clumsy, but at night, they are much more stealthy.

In the first wave, four light drones, each carrying bombs, stealthily took off from Tianshuang City and quickly connected to the system of the [Penglai] airship, which served as a relay signal platform.

Under Lord Chen Mo's remote control command, the drone made a large circle, traveled more than ten kilometers to approach the orc camp, and launched a surprise attack from the air.

"Lower altitude."

"Enter the attack path."

"Bomb bay open."

"put!"

The drone shuddered slightly, and the small bomb mounted under its belly detached from its rack and fell toward the unsuspecting camp below.

Well, it's a light drone, and the warhead it carries isn't that big. When the bomb explodes in the orc camp, the actual casualties from the explosion will only be a few dozen orcs.

However, the consequences were extremely dire. The orcs, awakened from their sleep, screamed and rushed out of their tents, running, pushing, and shoving around the camp like headless flies.

The crude fence was knocked down, supplies were overturned, and the entire camp was in complete chaos.

The casualties caused by trampling on each other far exceeded those caused by the bomb itself!
"Stay calm! Don't panic!"

A thunderous roar erupted from the tents on the west side of the camp. Bloodhowl General Sargeras, accompanied by his personal guards, raised the general's battle banner and began to ruthlessly suppress the unrest with whips and clubs. After a flurry of activity, he finally brought the chaotic situation under control.

In the end, the orc army was not blown up by these few "firecrackers".

"Owl Clan! Tell all your Owl Clan archers to get out here!"

General Bloodhowl's roar shook the surrounding area: "Get on the watchtower and keep a close watch on every corner of the sky! If anything flies by again, shoot it into a sieve!"

"I don't want to see any more accidents!"

Soon, the owl warriors, who possessed the best night vision among the orcs, filled every high platform in the camp.

Because the nighttime air defense intensity was suddenly increased significantly, the second wave of four drones were met with a barrage of fire from the owl snipers as they descended.

Three were destroyed, and one was evacuated.

But all the bullets they brought were dropped.

There's an old saying on Earth: "Air defense is useless; nine out of ten defenses fail." Although the air defenses above the orc camp were incredibly dense, with many attacks even detonating free-falling warheads mid-air, it didn't matter. This time, they were using split-type incendiary bombs.

It will break into pieces even if you don't hit it; if you hit it, it will break into even smaller pieces.

Flames, like flowers scattered by a celestial maiden, fell from the sky, resembling countless fiery meteors crashing to the earth, trailing black smoke and trails of flame, a magnificent yet breathtaking descent.

The night sky was adorned with a melancholy glow, and the orc camp was decorated with a profusion of fallen petals.

Also due to the limited load capacity, the damage from this attack was limited, but it was extremely humiliating.

The flames from the incendiary bombs were extremely difficult to extinguish, and it took the guards more than twenty minutes to quiet the orc camp down again.

In the aftermath, besides the burned tents and supplies, there were also more than a dozen unfortunate hairy orcs who were severely burned.

What's even more absurd is that, in the chaos, many orc soldiers were pierced through the skull by the spinning blades thrown up by the owl archers that eventually fell back down, resulting in ridiculous penetrating head injuries.

Sagris's eyes were completely red.

He suppressed the urge to rip the heads off the dumbfounded generals staring at the sky beside him, and issued another death order:

"Bloodclaw Tribe! Stonetooth Tribe! Go back to sleep right now!"

"No matter what happens next, you are not allowed to leave the camp."

"Leopard Clan! Bring over the Leopard Clan archers too! They're here to provide primary cover for Bloodclaw and Stonefang's camps!"

"Keep your eyes wide open! Even if a moth flies by, turn it to dust!"

And so, the Owl and Leopard warriors, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets, finally managed to get through the remaining few hours of the night in peace.

Then, in the latter half of the night, a third wave of drone attacks arrived unexpectedly.

This time, the drone swarm flew exceptionally high; they didn't even attempt to descend before opening their bomb bays directly at high altitude.

Well, it doesn't matter whether the throw is accurate or not. This time it wasn't a bomb or an incendiary bomb.

Instead, it was a shower of flowers.

Six lightweight drones dropped a total of three thousand miniature media players.

The main body of this thing is only two centimeters square, surrounded by a ring of lightweight plastic and a miniature light bulb, and its shape is very similar to a blooming lotus flower.

Yes, the prototype is that kind of twinkling lotus lantern that sings "Happy Birthday".

They're so small that they can't be intercepted. At least 99% of them land safely. Although they get scattered everywhere due to the distance of their deployment and the gentle night breeze, most of them eventually land around the orc tents and camps.

The batch of "Lotus Lamps" that Dongxia provided to Hanhailing Express were specially supplied enhanced versions. The core chip, along with the button battery and speaker, were tightly fitted together, emphasizing sturdiness.

The program activates the moment you land, accompanied by flashing red and green lights and music playing!

Happy birthday to you—happy birthday to you—happy birthday to you! Uh-oh—happy birthday to you!

Yes, it's still the translated animal language version.

The translation of Dongxia's works emphasizes accuracy, elegance, and fluency. This reverse translation, however, focuses primarily on fluency and smoothness.

Even when sung in Orcish, it's still catchy!

As for why it was his birthday, Lord Chen Mo had this in mind.

Tomorrow might be the death anniversary of these orcs, so let's celebrate their birthday today.

The main focus is on being considerate.

The cheerful, sweet, and simple looping electronic sounds suddenly and unexpectedly began to echo throughout the silent camp! The volume, reaching 90 decibels, sounded particularly jarring and noisy in the still of the night!

Orcs: "???"

Even if we don't leave the tent this time, we won't be able to sleep!

The orc warriors, awakened by the noise, all wore expressions of utter bewilderment and confusion. They looked at each other, trying to figure out what this sudden, recurring song in their minds was.

Happy birthday?

With such a commotion, is it Bloodhowl's birthday today?
Should we sing along?
Although it was hundreds of kilometers away and there was no recording equipment on site, Chen Mo, the Great Lord, could already imagine the lively scene from the chaotic scene of the orc camp.

The familiar melody automatically played in his mind, and the lord's lips twitched involuntarily.

"Those guys in the logistics department... they're fucking geniuses!"

Chen Mo silently rubbed his forehead; he had experienced this thing once, and it was truly awful.

A sense of shame at being exposed in public, mixed with a touch of perverse satisfaction, weaves together an indescribable complex emotion.

Undoubtedly, these noisy little creatures, while inflicting a mental blow on the orcs, also suffered a physical blow.

A large bear-like orc slammed his club down on the small lotus lamp, causing petals to fly and light bulbs to scatter.

The lights went out, but the noise didn't stop.

Upon impact, the chip automatically switched to another catchy and upbeat tune.

"Baby shark, doo doo doo doo doo doo! Baby shark, doo doo doo doo doo doo!..."

The catchy melody and simple lyrics seem to possess a strange, brainwashing power, drilling into your ears!

Sargeris, who charged out once again, had fallen into a state of semi-madness.

The beastman general stomped his foot in a rage, crushing the remaining lotus petals into powder, and the tiny button became deeply embedded in the soil.

The voice also switched promptly and appropriately to: "You are my little apple..."

"Light the fire of my life—fire, fire, fire, fire, fire!"

The sound remained clear and bright, resonating directly in the eardrums.

"what--!!!"

Sargeris's forehead veins bulged as he let out a mournful howl like a wolf, which shook the entire orc camp in the night sky.

(End of this chapter)