The villain's journey from the Type-Moon world

"Is that... the sound of drones?" Wang Chong looked up and saw a swarm of heavily armored drones soaring into the air. Not only Wang Chong, but even the Sarkaz and guerrilla crossbowmen noticed the unusual movement in the air and immediately opened fire on the drones.

But what is incredible is that the crossbow arrows shot at the drone only caused it to shake a bit, but did not cause any substantial damage.

"Let the magicians take action." Wang Chong immediately ordered.

This time, the Sarkaz mages shifted their firepower to target the drones. The sound of bombardment continued. This time, the mages' attack was significantly more effective than the crossbowmen's. Many drones were directly blasted off balance by the spells, tumbling and falling, leaving large pieces of armor shattered in the snow.

However, there were some drones that had a purple energy field surrounding them, which weakened the magicians' attacks and did not cause much damage.

"Because drones can only carry a limited amount of weight, Ursus's drones forgo weapons and corresponding spell modules. Instead, they specialize in physical and spell defense, thus shifting their use towards directing artillery attacks. After all, the lethality of the drones Ursus is researching is ultimately limited, and they're not as good as their own artillery systems."

Wang Chong recalled the relevant settings in this regard. Seeing that the Empire Harbinger drone could withstand the attacks of the magicians so well, he was full of anticipation for the Source Spell Drone he had drawn in the system space, which combined the characteristics of all drones.

Oh, I almost forgot. I also captured three Imperial Harbingers before, and I have found the weakness of this type of drone.

"The efficiency of spells in destroying drones is too low. These drones are used to locate and guide artillery attacks. Let some magicians manipulate the Originium dust and use it to interfere with the identification and positioning systems of these drones. The rest of the magicians continue to provide fire support to the front line." Wang Chong ordered.

At this time, the first round of drone-guided artillery fire had already begun to bombard the battlefield, targeting the crossbowmen and magicians who were providing long-range support from behind the front lines. If it weren't for the trenches they had built, where they had quickly crouched, avoiding most of the damage, even with the black mist power Wang Chong had bestowed upon the Sarkaz, they would have been unable to resist.

However, even so, it ultimately affected the effectiveness of the Sarkaz at the front. They switched to a passive defensive stance, especially the crossbowmen. They were no longer able to provide effective fire support and effectively eliminate the Ursus soldiers, causing the battle line to be pushed back once again.

Even more fatal, the enemy's magical support was growing stronger, apparently deploying a large number of magic personnel to launch long-range attacks. However, because they were located at the bottom of the slope, even the trajectory of the incoming spells could not effectively predict their exact position. Therefore, the Reunion Movement was unable to accurately concentrate its magic power to bombard the opposing magic group.

At this time, the Originium Dust, under the control of the magicians, attacked the Imperial Harbingers, using the energy field of the Originium Dust itself to interfere with the Imperial Harbingers' spell modules, causing their spells that locked onto the enemy to finally become ineffective.

"Although the enemy's artillery can no longer accurately bombard our crossbowmen and magicians, the front line can no longer hold out. Many of our fellow Sarkaz and guerrillas have been injured or even killed under the bombardment of spells. It's time to retreat." Inès used her Originium skills to sense the battle situation ahead. Many people's hearts were gradually moving towards pain and death. She immediately reported the situation to Wang Chong.

"Let them move back. They've held on for so long, which is already their limit. We have too little attack support, and the effective strike force is not strong enough. It's time to retreat to the Jiuqu Mountain Road section and continue to fight with them there. After all, that's our main battlefield." Wang Chong said.

"Yes! Everyone, retreat! Ranged teams, support the front lines so they can retreat smoothly," Inès commanded, and Wang Chong similarly used the black fog to relay the order to the front lines. The melee teams on the front lines stopped engaging with the Ursus and began to retreat in an orderly manner.

But how could the Ursus soldiers miss this opportunity? They rushed forward and were determined to keep these Sarkaz who had begun to break through the defense here.

"Roar--!"

But at this moment, a huge dragon roar sounded, which startled everyone, especially the Ursus people in front, whose hands were shaking for some reason and they dared not move forward even a little bit.

"What happened! Hey! The ones in front! Why aren't you moving?" Although the people in the back also heard the dragon's roar, they didn't know whether it was because it was filtered out by the people in the front or for some other reason. Although they felt a panic for no reason, they were not as panicked as the elite vanguards and shield guards in the front.

"This little girl has a really loud voice...but why do all those guys freeze up when she yells?" W rubbed his ears and looked at the white-haired girl, Albion, lying on Wang Chong's shoulder, and asked involuntarily.

Just now, at Wang Chong's command, Albion suddenly opened her mouth and roared furiously, startling W, who had been concentrating on shooting. Although not affected by the dragon's roar, the sound still gave W a slight tingle for the first time, and any previous contempt for the dragon lady was completely extinguished by the roar.

"It should be an attack with mental power... The spirits of those Ursus soldiers on the front line have been greatly shocked. The emotion of fear continues to spread in their hearts, causing them to completely lose not only their combat effectiveness but also their ability to move. Ugh... I can't bear it anymore, those emotions are almost affecting me." Inès used the Originium technique to observe the shadow shapes in the hearts of those Ursus people, and then interpreted them, and her body couldn't help but shudder.

"Why is this guy surrounded by so many monster-level guys... Those guys in the special forces were the same, each one of them was an insanely powerful master. Only that mother with the child was a bit normal." W couldn't help but complain. "And what on earth is this guy trying to do... So many masters haven't taken action yet, and I don't know where he is hiding."

"Whatever the reason is, since they've become sitting ducks, don't blame us for being ruthless." W had just raised his crossbow, intending to blast the unfortunate ones who were completely controlled by Albion. But Wang Chong raised his hand to stop him, saying, "Hey, why kill them? They're the perfect meat wall right now, successfully preventing the guys behind them from advancing. If that's the case, why not just shoot them at the guys behind?"

"Let the archers and magicians launch projectile fire attacks while retreating to destroy the enemy's center and rear!" Wang Chong gave the order.

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Elsewhere, the intelligence officer also brought Ulrich the latest updates on the situation at the front. Hearing his vanguard unable to move after hearing an unknown voice, and that the middle and rear platoons were under fire, Ulrich made a quick decision: "They must have been attacked by a psychic sorcerer. I'm afraid they're beyond their control. Our sorcerers don't have that kind of talent. Take them all down and march right over them!"

"This... is!" After hesitating for a while, the intelligence officer finally passed the order.

"General...why not just take them away from the front lines?...isn't this the same as treating them as dead?"

"This kind of mental magic only frightens them now, but who knows if they'll become puppets of the enemy, manipulated and stabbed in the back. They're dead from the moment they're struck. Don't forget, we faced this kind of magic during our battle with Leithnia! Those manipulated puppets set fire to our Ursus camp, coordinating with the Leithnia army's attack and ultimately leading to our disastrous defeat."

Ulrich said coldly, "I will never allow the army I command to make such a mistake and cause this encirclement and suppression campaign to fail again! Don't forget the expectations of His Majesty the Emperor and the higher-ups... We can only succeed, not fail. Therefore, I would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let a single hidden danger go!"

"Also, send word down to find the source of the spell. Since the loss of control is related to sound, the soldiers charging on the front lines should plug their ears and fight to the death."

Chapter 185: Suspend the Offensive

The sun had already reached its zenith. Under its glare, the winding mountain road and the trenches were littered with corpses. Ursus finally secured the top of the slope and began to advance down the mountain road.

But the price Ursus paid was also horrific. The First and Second Regiments suffered over 3000 casualties, nearly half the total. The remaining survivors had long since lost their fighting spirit, terrified. The Third and Fourth Regiments had already been replaced, cooperating with the mage and artillery teams to continue the assault.

It was a slap in the face, a resounding blow to the Ursus Legion. Based on previous war intelligence, they had already overestimated the bandits' combat effectiveness. They believed that one mixed regiment, operating in combat and another in rotation and support, would be sufficient to deplete the Reunion's effective forces.

But the results were far from satisfactory. At the cost of over 3000 men, they had only managed to capture the mountaintop, and had eliminated less than a hundred enemies. Furthermore, the majority of those killed weren't the strongest guerrillas or Sarkaz, but rather some seemingly native Ursians, Hippogriffs, and some rebels who had surrendered to the bandits.

In this case, the original plan of relying on only six mixed regiments to effectively destroy the integration movement is far from enough, and it may even be necessary to suppress more troops here.

"What's going on with these bandits? Each one is even more fearless than our own... And the way those three coordinated their attacks was even more bizarre. Our vanguard and guards were slaughtered! We had to rely on crossbowmen and firepower to barely turn the tables. None of this was mentioned in the battlefield intelligence provided by Nicholas."

Ulrich already felt that the group of bandits in front of him was very difficult to deal with. He had already overestimated his opponents. However, what he did not expect was that the bastard Nikolai, with his army of 10,000 people, actually had a bottom line that had not been tested.

"Such a team, such elite troops... Only the elite troops who have been fighting against enemy countries for years on the border can compare with them... But why? How could a group of bandits produce such a powerful team? Could it be that the Patriots are really so good at commanding their troops? No... No, even the shield guards who serve the Patriots have gone through decades of training to achieve such bravery. But these people... especially some of the rebels who surrendered from Nicholas, have undergone such a qualitative change in just two weeks... It's as terrifying as being possessed by a demon."

Ulrich clenched his fists. If that were the case, he shouldn't have come here. The enemy troops were already so powerful, and with the Dragon Lady wielding fire, the sorcerer using a large-scale freezing spell, and the swordsman who had killed Nicholas, and finally the Patriots... the situation was too complex, and these 40,000 men might not be able to win.

"We can't stick to the original plan anymore. If we don't make any changes and continue to attrition at this rate, we'll have a huge problem," Ulrich finally said. "After the 3rd and 4th Regiments capture the first corner, don't go any further. Send men to guard the pass, then rest and recuperate. Clean up the area we've captured. Don't let the enemy take advantage."

"Also, the soldiers didn't sleep last night, and after a whole morning of fierce fighting, their combat effectiveness has dropped significantly. Let those soldiers who have retreated and not fought take turns to rest and recuperate. Then, let the well-rested Fifth and Sixth Regiments take over."

"After we capture the first bend pass, there's no need to continue the attack. We need some time to process the information we've just gathered and find a way to break through the enemy's tactics. Also, have them begin strengthening their fortifications to deal with the enemy's charge."

Ulrich envisioned a situation where a head-on confrontation would be problematic, so he simply slowed down his offensive. The Reunion bandits were already trapped in the mountains, with nowhere to escape, so he might as well prepare for the attack first.

Furthermore, as the deputy commander of the Second Army, he already had some powerful personal soldiers and generals. Originally, he had not wanted to mobilize his own troops, but now, given the situation, he had no choice but to dispatch his own troops to provide support. This was another reason for slowing down his offensive.

"Since ancient times, there has been a saying that quality is more important than quantity. If we were fighting on the plains, this might still be controversial. But once we are in this extreme environment where the number of people is limited, we will experience the true meaning of this saying firsthand. It's a pity that the Third and Fourth Armies have been exiled here since the great rebellion, and there is no longer an environment for cultivating elite soldiers and generals..." Ulrich thought to himself.

"Though these bandits are formidable... they're beyond my imagination. But if we can truly capture them, the troops I control will be able to use them as a sharpening stone, transforming them into a formidable force. Once I bring them into the fold of power, that will be my chance to unleash my full might..." Ulrich's ambitions continued to grow. His sights were no longer limited to the bandits in these mountains. He wanted more, much more.

However, because he looked too far ahead, he ultimately failed to distinguish whether the stone he was about to step over was a stepping stone or a stumbling block that would cause him to fall into the abyss.

……

"After they captured the pass, they didn't continue to follow us in. Instead, they sent shield guards to defend the pass. Judging from their appearance, are they planning a temporary truce?" After observing the situation with her Originium skills, Inès turned around and looked at Wang Chong.

"Well, I think that steady commander should have made this decision," Wang Chong said. "Their casualties are too great. The original plan was to use six mixed regiments to wear us down. But now, after only reaching the first pass, we've already destroyed two of their regiments. With such casualties, how could that cautious commander be so reckless and continue to fight head-on?"

"Let everyone rest for a while. Count the casualties, have the logistics personnel transport the weapons and supplies, and leave the rest to you to arrange. I will go find Talulah and Froststar first to find out the latest movements within the enemy, just in case, to see if a new battle plan should be formulated." After Wang Chong finished speaking, he carried Albion on his back and walked back. The front line was completely handed over to W, Inès, and Hedley.

Afterwards, Wang Chong greeted the Patriot and said something. The Patriot nodded and let Wang Chong enter the secret passage that had been dug and into the passage inside the mountain.

"You're here, A Chong." In the command room, Talulah breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Wang Chong arrive.

"What's wrong? You look like you just heard some bad news?" Wang Chong asked.

"Well, it's not bad news... The enemy has seen that a blitz would be too costly, so they've suspended their fortifications and are guarding the pass. I wonder what they're up to," Tallulah said. "And we haven't intercepted any useful information. It seems they're in trouble and stuck here. But after noon, I'm afraid they'll launch a second attack."

"I see. That's pretty much what I suspected. This General Ulrich is quite capable. I think after seeing the huge disparity between our front lines, he's looking for flaws in our three-man formation." Wang Chong said with a smile, "But they probably won't be able to find any flaws anytime soon. Even if they imitate us and use the same troop combinations, without a certain level of training, they'll end up looking like a dog instead of a tiger."

"Also, I just received news that the second round of attack will be from the 5th and 6th Mixed Regiments. They are already resting... It seems that the harassment last night did have a significant impact on them." Tallulah said.

"Haha, this is just the beginning. They want to take advantage of this moment to rest up. They're really calculating. They can fight when they want, and not fight when they don't want. They really underestimate us," Wang Chong said. "It's time to show them how to flexibly utilize high-end combat power."

"what have you done?"

"You'll understand soon."

Chapter 186: Patriots' Attack

"Have you heard? The wounded carried back by the First and Second Regiments looked horrible... and those who retreated were either listless or so frightened they could barely walk."

"Is it because of that weird roar from earlier? It seems like quite a few people were trampled to death because of it."

"It's not just that. The roar only worked the first couple of times, but it got much better after I covered my ears. The truly terrifying thing is an enemy you can't defeat... Didn't you just fight them on the front lines?"

"Fight? Bullshit fight! It was over by the time it was my turn. Everyone ahead of me was dead."

"Hiss—why do I feel even more terrified now that you've said that?"

At the front-line pass, the Ursus soldiers, hearing the rare order not to continue the charge, breathed a sigh of relief. Stationed in the trenches, they chatted as they built fortifications as instructed, venting their fears.

Yes, it wasn't just the First and Second Regiments. Now the Third Regiment was also starting to feel fearful. The battlefield ahead was like a meat grinder, with only the dead and no living. For these soldiers, who hadn't seen blood in a long time, it was already a bit strange. Furthermore, an unknown force was weakening their morale. If they hadn't been holding on to their last breath, afraid to die, they would have been defeated long ago.

"Never mind it. The order has just come. The Fifth and Sixth Legions will replace us soon. I don't want to stay in this damn place anymore and continue fighting with those demons! They... they are not human! They are demons!" said an Ursus soldier trembling.

"Humph, what a coward."

"(Ursus swear words), you dare to scold me? If you have the guts, then you'll be the first one to rush up and crush these demons! You bastards who only talk nonsense."

"Who are you calling a bitch?!"

"Boom!"

"Ouch, (Ursus swear words), who the hell kicked the old...captain...?"

It seemed that the two men were about to fight after the quarrel, but before they could even start fighting, they were kicked by their captains respectively.

"Everyone, be quiet - there's movement from the enemy side." The captain in front of him frowned, holding the halberd tightly in his hand, and said.

"What? There's movement?" Several people were startled and quieted down. They slowly stuck their heads out of the trench and observed that the dust on the ground was jumping horizontally and vertically.

"That's the vibration caused by heavy armor stomping on the ground... Are they planning to force their way out? What are those people doing at the pass ahead? Why are they all standing there like idiots? Are they being controlled again? I didn't hear any roars." The captain said, looking at the vanguard who had called others cowards and said, "You, go over there."

"Me?" The man was stunned, his eyes full of reluctance.

"Weren't you so awesome just now? Why are you so timid now? And you even call others cowards." The halberd warrior who was scolded just now snorted coldly and said sarcastically.

"Let's go!" Provoked by the other party, the pioneer could only grit his teeth and immediately rush to the pass ahead to check the situation.

"Hey! What's going on in front? Tell me...!!" Just as he was cursing and asking about the shield guards guarding the pass, he saw a giant halberd flying out from the corner and slamming heavily on the ground. Not only did it instantly destroy the shield guards, but also the fortifications that were still under construction. The giant halberd directly smashed a huge pit.

The vanguard was so frightened at this scene that he was speechless for a moment. The visual shock completely interrupted his thoughts. At this moment, a large hand reached out from the corner, grasped the handle of the giant halberd, and picked it up. A huge figure stepped out from it. His eyes were cold and imposing, without anger, as he stared directly at the vanguard.

"Yes... yes... a patriot!!" the pioneer stuttered.

"Quick! Everyone, move now! The Patriot is coming! This time, he's really coming!" Not only the vanguard, but the entire Ursus soldiers along the entire mountain road noticed the Patriot's presence the moment he turned the corner. After all, the overwhelming pressure of his imposing presence, like a mountain, was impossible not to notice.

"...We march...We advance!" The Patriot raised his great halberd and led his troops in a charge towards the Ursus army. Instantly, the mountains shook, gravel and rocks burst, and the Ursus soldiers were mercilessly harvested before the Patriot like wheat. Behind him, the guerrillas rushed out, spells and crossbows raining down upon the already panicked Ursus army.

……

"What! The Patriots are really out?" When the news reached the Ursus command camp, Ulrich stood up and gave orders without hesitation: "Let everyone be prepared to fight the enemy! Also, let the war wizards rush to the front line now. Send out all the Imperial Harbingers to mark the position of the Patriots! Let the torpedo vehicles and each group of artillery go to the top of the slope, use all the strength, and make sure to get rid of the Patriots!" Ulrich said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" No one dared to delay. Since the Patriots really took action this time, they naturally had to use all their trump cards to kill the other side, the most terrifying enemy in the open.

"These bandits are so bold and arrogant. Do they really think that we are not strong enough to deal with them? If it weren't for the patriots, we wouldn't have revealed our cards so quickly. Otherwise, we would have had the war wizards completely destroy these bastards long ago." A commander cursed.

"Give them some buffer time, they actually mistakenly thought that we were afraid of them. They actually dared to take the initiative to attack, they are really courting death. General, I suggest that after we eliminate the patriots, we directly use the magicians to wipe them out. I don't believe they are thick-skinned enough to withstand the large-scale destructive spells of our war magicians." Another commander looked at Ulrich and said.

"Let's wait until the Patriots are eliminated. Once the front line can't withstand the pressure, we must protect the mage team immediately and evacuate them. We must not let the Patriots rush to the front of the magicians and kill them! Do you understand?" Ulrich emphasized.

"Understood!" everyone answered.

The rest period Ursus had finally managed to catch up on was ultimately cut short by the Patriots' sudden attack. Those soldiers who had just dozed off were once again forced to wake up at the urging of their superiors, assemble, and prepare for battle.

Ulrich also walked out of the camp and observed the situation on the top of the slope with a telescope. Once there were signs of the magicians retreating or the patriots, he would order the soldiers to surround him and protect him immediately.

……

"Is this what you just did? You let the Patriots launch an attack now?" Obviously, at this time, Talulah had just seen her own intelligence officer report the other side's information immediately, so she looked at Wang Chong and said.

"Well, while disrupting their rest, we can also undermine their morale. At the same time, this is also a test to find out if they have any hidden cards that we don't know about." Wang Chong explained.

"Isn't this too risky? You know, the other side has been waiting for Mr. Patriot to rush out, and they must have prepared some means to eliminate Mr. Patriot." Tallulah said with some concern.

"Don't worry, I have arranged a suitable person to provide support when the time comes. After all, he is my future father-in-law, how could I let anything happen to him? What's more, Mr. Patriot himself did not use his full strength, and it would be easy for him to retreat while retaining his strength. It's not that easy to kill him." Wang Chong said with a faint smile.

"As long as you are confident, that's all. By the way, you just said that you plan to let Froststar lead the Snow Monster Team to directly provide support. Instead of making preparations for infiltration like before, you will be responsible for the side battlefield?" Tallulah asked again.

"Ursus won't make the same mistake a third time. Avalanche won't have a significant effect this time. It would be better to let Frost Star take charge of the harassment on the right side this time." Wang Chong nodded.

Chapter 187: Elquet Shows His Power

"coming."

As the Patriot slowly tore through the enemy's defenses with his giant halberd, he suddenly sensed the air was filled with the smell of heat and rust. He knew that the War Warlock, one of Ursus's three most proud arms, had arrived on the battlefield.

Black blades flew from the air, aiming directly at the Patriot's torso. The Patriot raised his shield, blocking the black blades composed of Originium energy.

The sound of bombardment continued, and surprisingly, the Patriot's huge shield, which could not be cut or damaged by any Ursus soldier's blade, was worn and damaged by these black blades.

Those black blades left deep scratches on the giant shield one after another, as if they wanted to cut the giant shield into pieces.

But at this moment, the Patriot's eyes suddenly turned downwards, and then he stomped his foot hard and leaped up. The ground he stepped on stirred up a wave of earth. In the surging mud, many black spikes rose from the ground, just missing the Patriot's ankles and lower limbs.

At the same time, a huge meteorite hit the Patriot directly. Seeing this, the Patriot became serious. Holding a giant halberd, he collided with the meteorite in a flash.

Sparks burst, the explosion was deafening, and the blast of energy swept across the faces of everyone nearby, blinding them. A heavy crash echoed, and the Patriot patted the still-burning flames on his shoulder, easily extinguishing them. It seemed the three spells hadn't affected him at all.

"Three?" Patriot recalled correctly that the 40,000 troops sent this time had a total of five warriors and sorcerers accompanying them. But now, he had only seen three different types of attacks, and he didn't know where the other two might be hiding.

At this moment, a gust of snowstorm hit, and the biting cold made the Patriot frown slightly. Then, holding the giant halberd, the Patriot swept towards the blowing snowflakes.

"Dang Dang Dang——"

Although it was the softest of objects, the moment the giant halberd collided with the snowflakes, a huge force was generated, like hitting a piece of metal and stone. The Patriot even noticed that his giant halberd had formed a small frozen area where it had collided.

"call--"