Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

Let ordinary soldiers become cannon fodder to consume the monsters, while these knights only need to reap the rewards of victory at the last moment.

This plan will inevitably result in heavy casualties!

"The construction is already underway, and it should be completed by tomorrow."

"Two or three days at most, and we'll have that big guy hunted down." Earl Wimbledon's fingertips traced the rim of his glass, his voice as calm as if he were discussing the weather. "I'll make sure that beast has nowhere to escape!"

After the plan was finalized, the knights raised their cups and drank the wine in one gulp.

No one mentioned how many people would die; those soldiers, who came from commoner or even serf backgrounds, were simply tools to be used.

The lives of ordinary people are as insignificant as grass. For the opportunity to advance through the blood of demon beasts, and for the future of their families, such sacrifices are taken for granted.

An army is raised for a thousand days, but used for only one.

Soldiers exist to protect the honor of the nobility and the survival of their families.

Otherwise, why recruit so many soldiers?

Like a stone for sharpening swords, it is necessary, but discarded after use, and there is nothing to regret.

The amount of compensation had already been decided; that meager sum was enough to allow new civilians to flood into the military camp and fill the vacant ranks.

This is already considered benevolent, since most lords' soldiers don't even receive compensation after they die in battle.

Some looked out into the pitch-black night, as if they could already see the enormous figure in the black swamp, the splattered blood, and the piles of corpses.

And above that mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood lies their glory and power.

......

At dawn the next day, the clanging sound of chiseling stones echoed from the edge of the Black Swamp.

The soldiers, carrying heavy equipment, trudged through the muddy ground.

The miasma in the swamp made people cough incessantly, and the peat underfoot bubbled from time to time, swallowing any unlucky person who accidentally slipped and fell.

They used shovels to level the earthen slopes around the depression, sharpened the felled giant trees to make chevaux-de-frise, and built the breastwork with rammed earth mixed with lime, the surface of which was inlaid with broken iron pieces.

The depression was leveled into gentle slopes to allow soldiers and important equipment to be placed down.

Twenty catapults, twenty triple crossbows, infantry wielding long-handled swords and heavy shields, spearmen in half-body armor, archers, and swordsmen in full-body armor... were all lying in ambush in the depression.

The only "Armor-Piercing Falcon," the super-heavy ballista, was positioned on a high platform in the center of the depression, aiming at the peat bog where the bait was located.

Eight of the strongest soldiers turned the winch, gradually tightening the bowstring.

Each rotation required all his strength, and the veins on his forehead bulged like earthworms.

.......

On the morning of the third day after the bait was cast, the fog in the Black Swamp was as thick as milk that could not be dissolved, viscously enveloping the entire depression, seemingly blocking out even the sunlight.

The air was thick with the stench of humus mixed with miasma, and Lokunlun lay hidden behind a fortified position on the high ground.

The nanomachines automatically activated night vision and magnification functions, allowing them to see the swamp's interior nearly a kilometer away with perfect clarity.

Several animal carcasses, reeking of blood, lay quietly in the mud. Their abdominal cavities had already been slashed open by sharp blades, and blood and entrails mixed with mud and water, emitting an enticing stench of decay.

Time passed slowly in the deathly silence, each second feeling exceptionally long. The soldiers' hands, gripping their weapons tightly, were sweating profusely, their hearts pounding in their chests, and they even deliberately held their breath.

Suddenly, a slight tremor came from the ground.

It wasn't a thunderous roar, but a dull, regular low-frequency vibration, as if a giant beast was awakening deep in the mud.

The mist began to churn, as if stirred by an invisible hand, and a massive black shadow slowly rose from the center of the swamp, gradually revealing its true form.

Unlike the giant crocodiles and pythons I had imagined, it seemed to be... a giant bear!

A giant bear whose entire body is covered in rock armor formed from dried peat!

It has a shoulder height of over 6 meters and a standing height of at least 8 meters. Its body is as robust as a moving hill, and most of its body is covered by thick rock armor, with only the wrinkled, dark brown skin at the joints and the area around its right eye showing.

The rock armor on its body is made of layers of humus, quartz sand, iron ore fragments, and other materials, which are then baked by the temperature difference between day and night in the wetland and its own heat, gradually hardening into a dense composite rock armor.

It is estimated to be more than 10 centimeters thick. The outer layer is a rough peat crust, and the inner layer is likely an iron-modified keratin layer that adheres closely to the skin. Its toughness and hardness far exceed those of ordinary steel.

Luo Kunlun had no doubt that with this rock armor, even facing a heavy machine gun head-on would not be a problem!

We need artillery to deal with this beast!

Such a colossal creature is oppressive just to be seen standing here.

On the hills surrounding the depression, a formation of more than a thousand soldiers stood like solidified steel, with twenty catapults, twenty triple-bow crossbows, and the only "armor-piercing falcon" locked in a triangular formation in the center of the depression.

But as the giant bear slowly rose from the peat bog, the sunlight was cut into fragmented spots by the rock armor, and the shadow cast by its 8-meter-tall body startled almost everyone.

"What...what is that?" A young soldier's voice trembled as he subconsciously rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating.

"Three stories...that thing is at least three stories high, is it an iron tower?!" The old soldier next to him swallowed hard, his fingers gripping the shield turning white from the force.

They repeatedly checked, rubbed their eyes, and asked others. After confirming that it was not a hallucination, fear began to spread gradually.

Some even experienced a stress reaction, their legs went weak, and they nearly dropped their weapons.

They had trained, seen blood, and killed bandits and even soldiers of rival lords, but they had never seen such a massive beast!

Eight meters may not sound very tall, but in comparison, it's close to the height of a three-story building.

A creature three stories tall appeared before people, its feet easily covering three or four people, and the force of its wave of its hand could be measured in tons.

Soldiers experience instinctive fear, and may even exhibit stress responses such as muscle stiffness and inability to move.

"put!"

At Earl Wimbledon's command, the catapults, ballistae, and the only armored falcon all opened fire!

The catapult's counterweight crashed down, sending red-hot boulders and lead-filled iron spikes hurtling toward the giant bear.

The boulder landed at its feet, splashing black mud several meters high. The iron spiked ball struck the rock armor with a loud clang, sending sparks flying before being blasted away, leaving only fleeting white marks on the surface of the rock armor.

The middle row of crossbows fired in unison, nearly a hundred armor-piercing bolts raining down like a dense storm, but they were either deflected by the rock armor or their arrowheads bent.

Even if the shot manages to hit the thick skin folds of a joint, the tough skin will hold it firmly in place, making it impossible to penetrate.

The giant bear seemed to be merely bitten by mosquitoes, its right eye scanning its surroundings before it nonchalantly lowered its head to nibble on the bait.

To it, these were just a bunch of insects; filling its stomach was the most important thing.

Until the "Armored Falcon" suddenly launched an attack.