Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 392 The Long-Awaited Rainstorm: Sudden Changes on the Battlefield
The plains battlefield outside Crack Claw Canyon has endured another brutal day.

The summer sun scorches the earth, but now there is something even hotter on the battlefield.

Smoke, blood, and a long-simmering, suffocating restlessness.

This plain was so open that the enemy's positions could be seen at a glance. When the three tribes joined forces and surrounded the human army in this indefensible place, the orcs thought victory was within their grasp, and their excited howls echoed across the plain.

The happier they were before, the more they hate now.

He began to hate this flat, exposed plain that stretched to the horizon.

This is a slaughterhouse for firearms.

Nowadays, the orcs' fighting style is full of tragic grandeur. During the day, in order to provide cover for tunnel digging, they will arrange a part of their troops to launch a desperate charge.

The beastmen have learned their lesson now.

The lessons learned from the lives of countless comrades taught them many battlefield skills. These valiant orc warriors kept a distance of ten or even dozens of meters between each other. Some held up heavy "V"-shaped shields and relied on their defense to push forward; others simply took off their leather armor and relied entirely on their agility to move serpentine across the battlefield; still others crawled along the ground, leaving behind a series of winding tracks...

Oh, and they didn't forget to spread smoke. I wonder how many years of animal dung they've been accumulating...

You know what, hitting a unit like that with artillery is really not an easy thing.

Of course, no matter how lucky these soldiers were, once they reached the range of the heavy machine gun, that was the end of their lives.

The game ends when the cloth-tearing machine starts running.

Therefore, at each of these locations, the orcs would begin to perform acrobatic maneuvers, such as sudden stops and turns, side rolls, arc turns, left and right movements, forward and backward swaying, and even advancing backward.

The whole process was smooth and skillful, as if they had rehearsed extensively.

The orc base tacitly approved of this behavior. The warriors who could charge to the edge of the vast sea of ​​guns were already the bravest warriors in the tribe. Anyway, the objective was to cover the earthwork digging operation, so it was time to retreat.

Thus, the attack strangely turned into a back-and-forth sprint.

The orcs charged forward in droves. When they reached the "kill line"—which was invisible but deeply etched in everyone's memory—they stepped on the line, turned around, and sped away to save their lives.

Of course, some bodies would inevitably be left behind during this process.

The sporadic artillery fire came from the Hanhai Field Army, as well as some long-range sniper headshots.

After a period of time, the snipers of Han Hai Ling made significant progress in their skills by shooting at moving targets running wildly under the cover of smoke on the battlefield.

They were all fed bullets and orcs!
A chaotic charge ensued from all directions, followed by a chaotic retreat, leaving behind black smoke and scattered corpses.

Around lunchtime each day, there was a rare moment of tranquility on the battlefield, and a strange tacit understanding of truce developed between the two sides.

During this period, the orcs did not charge, dig pits, or at least did not openly scatter dirt on the ground; the humans did not fire cannons or drop bombs.

Both sides retreated to their trenches or bunkers to eat, drink, and use the toilet, while sending out small teams to quietly collect the orc corpses in their respective controlled areas.

After we finish eating and drinking, let's continue this game of running and shooting.

Time passed day by day. On the surface, the orcs' open trenches were blasted down and dug up again, only to collapse again. The very front of those trenches had been destroyed countless times, forcing the creation of several new tunnels that meandered and crawled in different directions.

However, they have always struggled to truly get close to the core of the Han Hai stronghold.

The orcs weren't in a hurry; their main concern was protecting the underground trenches.

The field army, knowing the truth but pretending not to, simply buried more and more of the bodies they brought back in the direction corresponding to the underground trenches.

The summer sun grew increasingly intense, and the tension in the air grew stronger day by day. A strong, suffocating feeling enveloped the battlefield, causing both sides to instinctively grip their weapons tightly, some even struggling to breathe.

The insects in the soil sensed the commotion and began to flee towards the outside of the field.

On the afternoon of the third day, the pent-up frustration finally exploded with a thunderous roar that ripped through the sky, giving this long-suppressed feeling an outlet.

It's raining!
The sky was as if it had been splashed with a layer of heavy ink; dark clouds loomed overhead, instantly swallowing up the daylight, and within minutes, daylight was plunged into darkness.

Then, just a dozen seconds later, the rain started to fall.

Instead of a gentle drizzle, the Milky Way burst open, and heavy raindrops formed a vast, gray-white curtain that stretched from the sky to the earth. Amidst a series of deep, muffled claps of thunder, the rain slammed down on the plain that had long been soaked in blood and fire.

Visibility on the battlefield plummeted, the horizon vanished abruptly, the sky and earth were stitched together by rain, and the world was reduced to a chaotic blur of only a few dozen meters or even a dozen meters in front of us.

The orc skirmish lines, scorched shell craters, and twisted trenches that were just clearly visible were all shrouded in this raging rain. The black smoke from burning orc dung initially tried to struggle, writhing a few times in the rain, but it was quickly and completely extinguished by the brute force of the water.

The field army fired flares immediately, but they could only illuminate a small, blurry, and swaying area.

"The enemy has launched a large-scale operation!"

The radar unit issued an urgent warning. The orcs had been planning this for a long time. Perhaps they thought that this battlefield environment was particularly suitable for an attack, or perhaps they thought that the rain would make the firearms of the Han Hai troops less effective. In any case, the orcs launched the largest siege since the start of the war.

Large numbers of orcs poured out of the horizontal trench they had used as their attack position, howling as they charged forward.

On the opposite side, the field army command had long been prepared for this.

Although the weather forecast on Earth is not accurate enough, it's because there are just too many variables. There's artificial rainmaking here, and cloud dispersal by machines there. Not to mention the meteorological bureau, even the mythical Dragon King who brings rain would be as clueless as if he had encountered Wei Zheng.

Where are my clouds? Where is that huge rain cloud I painstakingly gathered? Who stole it?

On the contrary, in the starry world, although there are no satellites and we can only rely on relatively crude methods such as airships and ground observation, the accuracy is actually higher than that of the blue planet.

Macaka had known about the rain for a long time and had made all the necessary preparations.

"Attention all personnel! Implement the third response plan!"

"Artillery barrage, smash it! All frontline firing positions, remove ammunition restrictions, fire freely, and resolutely repel the enemy!"

"Swordsmen and shieldmen, move to the foxholes! Reserves, check your equipment and prepare for battle!"

The field army positions immediately began to move in an orderly fashion.

In addition to the main trench system, the trenches of the Hanhai Field Army also included machine gun emplacements, rifle emplacements, firing positions, foxholes, observation posts, troop shelters, and so on, forming a complete defensive system.

Based on local conditions, sword and shield soldiers specifically responsible for melee combat were also deployed between the firing bunkers and the bunkers.

These guys were mainly tall, strong orc soldiers. They were divided into squads of three and positioned between two lines of fire. Once the enemy broke into the trenches, they had to step up and cover the retreat of the firearms units behind them.

Under such torrential rain, their armor was instantly washed clean, water lines poured from head to toe, and the soaked inner armor clung to their bodies, revealing the sharply defined muscles at the joints of the armor plates.

Behind him roared heavy artillery, in front of him the howl of machine guns, in the distance the howls of orcs, and nearby the pounding of his heart and heavy breathing. All these sounds were swallowed up and crushed by the seemingly endless patter of rain!
Both sides struggled in this battle.

The main problem for the Han Hai lords was their limited visibility. The artillery units fared slightly better, as they primarily relied on radar and positioning to launch attacks. However, the heavy machine guns and automatic rifles on the front lines were forced into blind firing mode.

The machine gun bunker also needs to be protected from rain, because if rainwater seeps into the automatic mechanism, it is very likely to cause a decrease in performance or even trigger a malfunction.

As for snipers, even the highest magnification scopes cannot allow them to spot the enemy.

This feeling of being out of control was extremely distressing for the field army.

The orcish charge force was severely affected by the terrain.

This isn't a cement surface; when the rain rolls in, the soil comes alive.

The land, which was originally dry, hardened, and soaked in blood, rapidly softened and expanded, turning into greedy brown sludge.

Rainwater formed torrents, churning new trenches across the battlefield, flowing from one crater to another. Running orcs trudged through the mud, some sinking deep, others sinking into it, splashing water everywhere and kicking up clouds of mud with every step. The mud greatly slowed them down; orcs constantly slipped and fell on the battlefield, struggling to their feet, only to slip again, and get up again…

The rules of the battlefield seem to have suddenly changed.

Finally, the orcish assault force stumbled and, taking advantage of the torrential rain, tore through the outer barbed wire, crossed the horse traps, and once charged to a position only five or six hundred meters away from the front-line trenches of the Vast Sea Territory.

The human territory is right in front of us.

However, the minefields laid here became an insurmountable barrier for them.

When the first landmine exploded, it was like a dud that made a muffled sound in the water. A violent tremor came from underfoot, and orange-red flames expanded in the air.

In an instant, broken limbs and mud were thrown high into the air, then quickly fell back into the filth.

The beastmen seemed not to understand what was happening. With their eyes red, they continued to march forward with almost martyr-like fervor.

Bang! Bang! Bang bang bang!
The explosions began to come in waves, and the earth convulsed painfully beneath our feet.

There are powerful anti-personnel mines, anti-tank mines that can deal with heavy armor, bouncing mines that bounce into the air and then explode in mid-air, and sensor mines that automatically target any creature that comes near, without needing to be stepped on.

Of course, a handy broadsword is also indispensable.

Mud, bits of flesh, broken weapons, and charred clods of earth were constantly being churned up in the continuous flames, blooming into vibrant "mud and blood flowers" amidst the orc ranks.

Guided by the flashes and sounds of the landmines, the heavy machine gun finally located its target precisely.

Hundreds of steel tearing machines roared simultaneously, and fire whips made of bullets lashed and swept back and forth in the rain. The torrential rain failed to cool the heat of the gun barrels, and white steam hissed from the firing ports and around the gun bodies, only to be suppressed by more rainwater, forming wisps of hazy mist.

The orcs' first charge ultimately ended in complete failure.

The torrential rain could not cool the murderous fervor of this industrial age; it was a thermodynamic phenomenon that transcended time, the most irrational elimination of flesh and blood.

Courage and flesh and blood, there are limits that cannot be overcome.

As the first wave of torrential rain subsided and the rain gradually weakened, the sky seemed to clear up a bit, and a few gaps appeared in the clouds.

With improved visibility, the second and third waves of orcish charges became increasingly weak, with the third wave failing to even trigger the minefield.

Commander Macaga, who had been pacing back and forth in the command post until he was almost nauseous, let out a long sigh of relief.

The centaur slumped back into the specially made high-backed chair with a creak, then habitually crossed its right hind leg over its shoulder.

He grabbed the enamel teacup with the red commemorative inscription for the Eastern Xia Dynasty printed on it, tilted his head back and drank the long-cooled strong tea in one gulp, chewing the soaked tea leaves a few times before swallowing them with a gulp.

The guard refilled his teacup, and Kaga wiggled his white teeth, chewed the tea leaves, and swallowed them.

Just as the commander was comfortably squinting his eyes, a violent tremor suddenly came from the ground.

It wasn't an explosion, nor was it artillery fire; rather, it was a tremendous force originating from deep underground, as if the earth were being kneaded and pushed from below by an invisible giant hand.

The sand table model in the command post trembled, water glasses overturned in pieces, and brown tea dripped down the edge of the table, soaking Makaga's green military uniform.

"What's going on—"

Kaja jumped up, rushed to the observation hole, and looked ahead through the rain.

The earth came back to life.

In front of the first trench, a vast expanse of land suddenly rose up, like a sleeping behemoth arching its back or dough rapidly expanding, carrying with it the turbid waters and mud from the ground.

As if a mountain-building movement that had lasted for millions of years was completed in an instant, a mountain of earth and stone, nearly six meters high and more than three hundred meters wide, rose from the ground in just over ten seconds!

The broad mountain ridge tore through the rain curtain, casting shadows that instantly engulfed large sections of the front-line trenches, their raised edges even protruding into the human defenses.

A trench nearly fifty meters long, along with the machine gun emplacements and bunkers inside, was suddenly lifted and twisted! The wooden support pillars snapped with a crack, the sandbags on the fortifications collapsed and slid down, and the soldiers inside didn't even have time to scream before they were swept up by the tumbling earth and rocks and lifted into the air.

"High-level earth magic!"

"The enemy has a powerful mage!!!"

"Grass!"

Macaja instantly understood that the enemy's repeated deployments, including the digging of underground pits, were not intended to directly assault the field army's defenses with trenches, but rather to create conditions for their mages to operate.

They even waited for the rain, using a large orc army to cover the mages' sneak advance through the tunnels and reach casting range.

Then, once this earth-magic mountain barrier is erected, the orc soldiers can use this cover to approach their own side without restraint.

It takes several archmages, or even an entire magic legion, to cast such a spell.

Orcs only have shamans and witch doctors; they have never had a single mage!

That enemy, the Vast Ocean, hiding behind the scenes, is really willing to spend a lot of money!
To be precise, the mountain range did not cause much damage to the Hanhai Field Army, but its rough slopes formed an incredibly thick wall, completely isolating the bullet trajectory of the Hanhai positions.

On the other side of the "mountain," near the orc positions, a massive, dark mass of orc troops surged forth from trenches and newly formed underground tunnels like a floodgate opening!
No longer were the scattered, long skirmishers of the past, but a dense, ferocious charging group. Under the cover of the mountain, they charged towards the human trenches without raising their shields or maneuvering.

On both sides of their charge route, new earthen slopes were constantly rising, forming flank protection.

The machine gun positions on both sides of the hill immediately turned to attack, and the artillery was also frantically changing direction, but time was too short and the firing arc was too narrow...

"Fuck your mother!"

Macaka spit out the curse through gritted teeth, slamming his fist against the steel-plated wall with a dull thud.

"Order: All firepower, extend firing range, clear the battlefield with all your might!"

"Artillery, concentrate your fire on the enemy's assembly area behind the mountain, using maximum rate of fire to slow down their advance!"

"Reserves, advance! Block the breach! Drone swarm, take off and guide artillery fire! Keep a close watch on the area behind the mountain! If necessary, launch suicide bombing raids against the enemy!"

"Swordsmen and shieldmen, prepare for close combat!"

As Makaga issued commands, he rapidly zoomed in on the reconnaissance drone's view.

He saw that his own firepower was almost completely blocked, that the reserves were rushing forward from the trenches, and that a large number of drones were taking off from his own positions, while the enemy was only a step away from the earthen mound.

Then, he caught a glimpse of the chubby figure through the drone.

The necromancer joins the battle.

Uh, Makaja suddenly remembered that the original location of that raised mound had been used to set up several burial pits. Now that it had been raised like this, it was as if the ground had been turned upside down, which meant...

On the newly risen hilltop and its side slopes, the soil suddenly began to churn abnormally.

It wasn't rain erosion, nor a major earthquake, but rather... it was blasted open from the inside.

A pale, mud-covered bone claw pierced the soil first, reaching towards the gray sky.

Then came the second one, the third one... the tenth one, the hundredth one!

Suddenly, a jungle of bone claws emerged from the earthen hill.

(End of this chapter)