Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 499 Chen Mo's Clever Arrangement for a Two-Way Battlefield Attempt (Supplement)

The idea proposed by the "Never Return" human race to the orc royal court was quickly and actively implemented.

The orcs were already numb from the explosion.

According to incomplete statistics, in the past eighteen hours, the Dongxia Air Force, with the increasing number of aircraft, has dispatched more than 700 sorties by manned bombers and more than 1,500 sorties by unmanned bombers, dropping more than 10,000 tons of munitions on the Orc Wasteland.

Although orcs are tough and resilient, they can't withstand such relentless bombing.

At the height of the bombing, a wave of bombs would fall every half hour. Some orcs had just crawled out of their collapsed tents and hadn't even had a chance to catch their breath before the second wave of bombing arrived.

Dongxia deliberately adopted this method of multiple, multi-stage bombing to thoroughly amplify the fear in the hearts of the orcs.

The flashes of the explosion stretched from east to west and back again, so long that the night on the wasteland was brighter than the day.

A blinding, despairing brightness.

In this situation, even without the latest orders from the Beast King, the various orc tribes and legions have already spontaneously learned to dodge.

If the main tent is a target, then stay away from the main tent; if the barracks are dangerous places, then abandon the barracks. The leaders of each tribe began to hide and flee.

Some hid in the mountains, some in the water, some in caves, and some in the wilderness.

Caves in the wilderness suddenly became incredibly valuable. Some of the better-located caves were already packed with seven or eight tribal chiefs and elders, huddled face to face and back to back in the dark, damp crevices of the rocks, listening to the rumbling explosions outside, their hearts aching.

Tribes and nations are different; everything belongs to the tribe, so there's no way to track it down through accounts...

But ultimately, survival is the most important thing.

As everyone has discovered, the further apart the groups are and the farther they are from the camp, the less likely they are to be bombed.

Some shrewd chieftains invented the "dispersed evasion technique," leading their orc clans to disperse into groups of three to five across the wasteland, so that an enemy's "magic" could only hit a few people. Sure enough, the survival rate increased rapidly.

Some wise chieftains or elders discovered that the more dilapidated a place was, the less likely the bombers were to bother with it. They instinctively concluded that "magic is expensive to use, and the enemy is unwilling to use it." They also mastered the art of hiding in slave sheds without being taught, greatly reducing their own casualties.

Now, with orders from the Beast King, the remaining three main orc legions immediately dispatched a group of die-hards to quickly recruit a large number of "cannon fodder" and "meat shields" along the orc army's marching route.

The orcs drove these "filthy" creatures out of various tribes in droves, using whips, boots, swords, axes, and hammers to force them to move south quickly. To speed things up, the slow, the disabled, and the old were mercilessly killed.

This brutal display was very effective; as the slave population was constantly discarded, the pace quickened.

In this way, hundreds of thousands of slaves were driven out like livestock and embarked on a bloody and tearful journey south.

This action quickly attracted the attention of HanHai.

As a long-term focus of the Han Hai, the orc forces have been monitored by two early-model Penglai Type IV airships after the completion of the signal relay platform in the White Deer Plain. For this operation against the orcs, Chen Mo has also deployed two Penglai Type V airships.

The Penglai IV can carry two Jinghong high-altitude reconnaissance drones, and the Penglai V can carry three, making a total of ten high-altitude reconnaissance drones. Combined with intelligence from other lines, it can be said that the entire wasteland has been thoroughly investigated and understood.

The orcs' new movements were immediately reported to the Supreme Command by the "Sky Eye" reconnaissance system.

The generals' faces all darkened.

Gu Liyang quickly made a phone call and returned a few minutes later with a livid face.

"The satellite ground station has just confirmed that at least four orc forces of the 10,000-level are heading south from the left and right. They are also taking a large number of human slaves with them, with an initial estimate of no less than 100,000."

"It's basically consistent with the intelligence provided by the Vast Ocean Sky Eye System!"

That's right, Dongxia's satellites have been launched and have begun to function, but for this local battlefield, satellites are not as effective as the reconnaissance "eyes in the sky" formed by stratospheric airships.

Among the numerous images displayed at the event, those taken by the Penglai airship and the Jinghong drone were noticeably clearer.

The image was magnified and projected onto the main screen. Photos and videos from multiple different angles showed groups of ragged human slaves being driven forward by orc warriors with great difficulty.

A large number of orcs armed with weapons were mixed in with the slave caravan. Some of them even wore the same clothes as the commoners, hiding themselves completely, only occasionally revealing their ferocious bodies as the caravan moved.

"These beasts!"

"Should we...keep bombing?"

From a purely military perspective, this tactic is not difficult to counter. Just continue indiscriminate bombing, regardless of whether they are human slaves or orc warriors, and just bomb them all.

Strictly speaking, because human slaves are less resistant to attack, air bombing would be far more effective than bombing orc hordes.

But the question is, can they do that?

The army of Cihang is a very special force with a historical heritage. From the beginning, it was not an army whose main goal was to "kill the enemy", and it is significantly different from the "national defense" forces of most countries.

His core principle is "rescue"!
This applies not only to internal operations but also to cross-border operations.

Although countless people ridicule it as a "high moral disadvantage," it must be admitted that it is precisely this unique style, completely different from any other country on Earth or even in the vast universe, that makes the military spirit of this force so powerful.

To paraphrase what Commander Li Zehua wrote to Chen Mo: "You cannot expect the ruling class and its directly subordinate violent institutions to treat civilians of other countries as less than human and to slaughter them wantonly, while at the same time demanding that they treat the civilians of their own country as human beings and protect them in every way!"

The high moral standards of the Eastern Xia army were never based on pity for the enemy, but on protecting themselves.

After all, some things, once started, will steadily slide down into the abyss.

"Air Force combat groups are taking turns returning to base, and the aircraft that are refueling and replenishing ammunition will take off again in a maximum of fifteen minutes."

"Ground command center requests instructions: Should the bombing continue as originally planned?"

Gu Liyang and Han Mu exchanged a glance, neither of them speaking. Coupled with the silent chief of staff, the command post fell into a brief silence.

After a moment of hesitation, Chen Mo spoke first.

In this situation, although he is the least experienced, it is most appropriate for him to make the decision, after all, he is the nominal supreme commander of this "Ploughing Court" operation and the one who can handle things the most.

"The enemy is being rather malicious, so let's not cause trouble for our soldiers back home. I'll handle this!"

"Let the aircraft cross over and continue to strike military targets deep into enemy territory, minimizing harm to civilians. Let the Han Hai troops hold off the few orc units in front."

Gu Liyang took a deep breath, his voice tinged with hesitation.

"The enemy consists of tens of thousands of crazed orcs, mixed among the civilians who have been coerced. If we don't launch an indiscriminate attack, we'll probably have to engage in close combat, which could result in heavy casualties!"

"This battle will be very difficult!"

Chen Mo casually waved his hand: "You're overthinking it."

"I have a unit that specializes in this, but it's a bit far from the front lines, so we'll have to trouble our transport planes to get it there."

"They've ridden on Jiutian drones many times, and the experience wasn't great. This time, let them experience the delivery service provided by our top-notch pilots!"

"...Alright, I'll follow the commander's orders!"

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The Eastern Xia Air Force acted quickly. Since they were a bit constrained in this round of bombing, they decided to release some of their aircraft and use them as transport planes instead of loading them with ammunition.

The Fifth Group's air force mobilized fifty heavy bombers to drop three thousand Han Hai warriors, along with a dozen or so containers of "supplies," onto the plains in one go.

Taxis onto the runway, accelerates, takes off, the roar of engines deafening. One after another, the giant steel birds soar into the sky, forming neat formations in the air, flying towards the northern battlefield.

They planned to drop a surprise force between the Eastern Xia army advancing north and the orcish contingent advancing south.

This is a special force mainly composed of paratroopers from the Vast Ocean, and mixed with humans, elves, and orcs. The moment they landed on the ground, they began to organize a defensive line.

Meanwhile, the accompanying mage troops immediately began intensive preparations.

Inspect the equipment, set up the magic array, take inventory of the materials, and awaken the "troops"...

This group of mage troops, without exception, came from the [Nine Springs Legion].

Previously, Lin Xiangming, who had felt dejected for not getting the chance to pay homage to the [Divine Kingdom] and felt he had lost to Qiu Yeyu, was now full of energy. "I knew it! I'm so loyal to the lord, how could the lord neglect me!"

Lin Xiangming pounded his chest heavily in front of the paratrooper commander, Loma Chasing Wind, his round face glowing red.

"That guy Qiu Yeyu is only good at technical stuff. When it comes to real fighting, I'm the one who has to do it."

"At this critical moment in the great battle, our [Jiuquan] troops should be on high alert, awaiting Commander Chen's call!"

"I didn't quite understand the lord's good intentions before. I didn't realize that the lord wanted me to be part of the battlefield reserve, ready to go into battle at any time. I'm so ashamed!"

Loma Wind Chaser gave the guy an elegant eye roll.

Although he didn't think much of this extremely pragmatic guy, the airborne commander, who had cooperated with him many times, knew very well that this guy was a real madman when it came to fighting.

Last time at the Vulture Cliff Mine in White Deer Plain, and the time before that at Crack Claw Canyon, as soon as this guy arrived, the crumbling defensive positions could immediately stabilize and become indestructible.

The airborne troops were rapidly setting up their defensive lines, while over there, the auxiliary engineering corps of the [Nine Springs Legion] had already pushed all the "combat supplies" from more than a dozen large containers to the front line.

When the container was opened, it was filled with countless skeletons, row upon row, neatly stacked like merchandise on a shelf.

The necromancers stepped forward and activated the runes on the boxes one by one. The skeletons that had been lying quietly began to peel away layer by layer, quickly forming a white barrier on the ground.

The timing was perfect; in the drone's transmitted view, the first wave of enemies had already appeared on the hillside ahead.

Despite being mentally prepared, Loma Chasing Wind was still somewhat shocked when she saw this scene.

It's too awful.

The human slaves on the wasteland were already at the bottom of society, and at this moment, the orcs, who had been repeatedly bombed and suffered heavy casualties, seemed to want to vent all their anger at being attacked by the vast sea on these poor creatures.

These hundreds of slaves huddled together, staggering forward. Their clothes were tattered to shreds, barely clinging to their bodies and offering no cover for their gaunt, emaciated bodies.

Their faces were ashen, their eyes empty and numb, as they mechanically moved forward amidst the insults and beatings from the orc warriors behind them.

Most slaves never wore shoes in their lives. Long-term barefoot labor caused thick calluses to form on the soles of their feet, which could be considered a kind of "shoe sole." However, such forced trekking across the wasteland had already caused sharp stones to cut their soles, leaving behind faint red footprints as they limped along.

Along the way, people would fall down from time to time, kicked by the orcs' big feet and whipped violently. Some people got up and stumbled to continue walking, while others curled up into a small pile of "garbage".

The orc soldiers mingled among these human slaves.

These orc imposters wore armor underneath a tattered coat, and occasionally raised their heads to peer through the gaps in the crowd with their fierce eyes.

Because of their significant differences in height and build compared to slaves, the beastmen chose to lower their profile and hunch their necks, trying to make themselves less conspicuous. However, their physique, honed through long-term training, could not be concealed; their broad shoulders and sturdy backs were instantly highlighted in red by the intelligent system.

"What a shameless bastard," Loma Chasing Wind cursed fiercely.

"Indeed, it's dirtier than what we did in the Forgotten Lands!"

"Such despicable tactics are destined to be abandoned by the times!"

"Come on, our little darling."

Faced with such a massive enemy, the newly awakened skeleton army marched forward, forming a white wall that pushed towards the other side.

Click, click, click!

The undead headed north, the orcs south—a thrilling two-way race that soon brought them face to face.

The moment they saw the skeletons, shrill cries erupted from the human community. Uncontrollable despair and panic instantly spread through the ranks of slaves.

The orcs hidden among the slave ranks naturally saw the line of soldiers made up of skeletons ahead.

After a brief moment of astonishment, the orc let out a savage laugh.

As representatives of the pinnacle of individual combat power, the orcs certainly had the right to mock these skeletons.

But their smiles soon faded.

Large megaphones hung from the skulls in the front row, playing a mix of different orc languages.

"Put your hands behind your head, crouch down, drop your weapons, and avoid being attacked!"

Amidst the clamor, slaves driven by whips and swords collided head-on with skeletons.

The vast majority of slaves could only let out helpless, heart-wrenching screams, instinctively close their eyes, squat down or turn their backs, trembling all over, waiting for death to come.

To the orcs' surprise, the skeletons completely ignored the human slaves, simply brushing past them and leaving the terrified slaves aside, before heading straight for the orcs in the group.

Well, the orcs initially coerced this group of human slaves to use them to deplete the "magic" of the Vast Ocean for attacks. They never expected these useless people to be of any use on the battlefield, so naturally they didn't provide them with weapons.

Therefore, even undead with low intelligence can spot their opponents in a dense crowd at a glance.

What if the orcs lay down their weapons?
It's alright, there's another wave of paratroopers from the Vast Ocean behind us. Those orc soldiers and elven archers will never let an unarmed enemy go unpunished.

And so began a chaotic battle with cold weapons.

The orcs were initially overwhelming these skeletons, but then another problem arose: these skeletons were not ordinary skeletons.

Skeletons cannot have metal embedded in their bones, so the strength of their skeletons is roughly equivalent to the strength of their actual bodies, which directly affects their combat effectiveness.

Coincidentally, Dongxia's laboratory is full of non-metallic "super black technology" materials.

For example, the carbon fiber composite material used to maintain the skeleton's toughness is extremely effective against blunt force attacks from orcs. Even T1200 grade carbon fiber material raises the bending and tensile strength of the undead skeleton warrior's skeleton to a terrifying level.

For example, to deal with sharp weapon strikes, Dongxia added an extra layer of special ceramic particles to the skeleton's bones. This stuff is extremely hard, almost twice as hard as steel. With additional protection added to certain vulnerable parts of the skeleton, these guys immediately went from "children's cars" to "heavy trucks".

That's not all. There's a fire-retardant coating on the surface of the hydroxyapatite, transparent fiberglass supports for the joints, and a standard-issue long knife that's directly fixed to the metacarpal bone on the skull's hand.

It's not about full equipment; rather, for every eight to ten ordinary skeletons, there's one "elite skeleton."

These guys, while still having the skeletal foundation in terms of strength and agility, possess defensive capabilities at the level of a Dark Knight.

The orc, who was smashing with great gusto, brought down his hammer, but the expected scene of utter destruction and flying bone fragments did not occur. The enemy merely swayed, and a long sword was plunged deep into the orc warrior's stomach.

He looked down in disbelief at the blade that had penetrated deep into his abdomen, then looked up to meet those empty, dark eye sockets.

"You...you're despicable..."

The skeleton, of course, ignored him.

It simply drew its longsword, letting the orc's body fall, then delivered a final blow before continuing forward, searching for its next target in the crowd.

Of course, casualties among human slaves were inevitable during this process.

Some were caught in the orcs' wielding weapons, while others, in their dazed state, attacked the skeletons only to be mercilessly cut down by the counterattack.

The undead show no mercy, no hesitation, and will not show leniency because the opponent is human, nor will they fear because the opponent is orc.

They will only carry out one command: kill all those carrying weapons and any individuals who dare to attack them.

Because they don't care about losses, they can even allow the enemy to strike first. This means that no matter how well an orc hides and how beautifully they launch a preemptive attack, it has no significance for the overall battlefield.

The skeletons can afford the loss.

In this chaotic battlefield, the orcs, trapped in the crowd, lost the support of their formation and were forced into a messy entanglement with these damned skeletons.

Skeletons kept breaking apart, and orcs kept falling; both sides were suffering heavy losses.

However, the orcs' strategic intentions were destined to be nothing more than a mirage, vanishing into the cold north wind of the wasteland.

(End of this chapter)