The villain's journey from the Type-Moon world

"Although the Patriots are currently defending the Fifth Pass, our troops will never face the same pressure as before. If a head-on confrontation occurs, the soldiers, combined with the suppression power of the Warlocks and the Artillery Battalion, will be enough to crush them! Even with the addition of the two warriors wielding fire and black ice, there's no way to turn the tide." Pavel, the commander in charge of the Southwest Battlefield, spoke up.

"Now, while the Patriots are weakened, we must quickly reclaim the front we just lost! We must eliminate as many of the bandits' remaining strength as possible. When the 10,000-man army arrives tomorrow, we can launch a general offensive and wipe out these bandits in one fell swoop. In this way, we can complete the mission His Majesty has entrusted to us in less than 10 days."

After hearing Pavel's explanation, everyone nodded.

"Pavel is right. That bandit gang has reached its weakest stage. However, we must be cautious. We can't assume these cunning individuals still have some hidden tricks up their sleeves. So, I think it would be enough to have half the warlocks and one warlock from the first and second regiments to push the enemy lines."

Ulrich saw that the situation was very good, but he still did not get carried away and chose the most reliable method to attack. Everyone did not have many objections and followed Ulrich's plan.

"How's the progress in the southwest?" Ulrich looked at Pavel again and asked.

"We have begun to gradually demolish the automatic crossbows by blasting them as planned. In addition, our special forces originally discovered a secret passage and planned to break through the rocks, but unfortunately there were people hiding in the secret passage. They directly blew up a large section of the secret passage, and we can no longer use that passage to bypass the rear." Pavel said.

"Hmph, with this, both battlefields have pushed the other side to the limit of their tactics. Everyone, victory will surely belong to our Ursus Fourth Group. Until victory arrives, I ask that you all perform your duties conscientiously, grasp the battlefield situation well, and not slack off even for a moment."

Ulrich was completely relieved when he heard Pavel's good news. Now he was truly in control of the situation, a situation he was familiar with, using numbers to defeat the enemy, taking things step by step, and responding to each move.

As long as we wait until tomorrow morning and the reinforcements arrive, with a 4-man army, plus four war sorcerers and the mercenary group that will arrive later, the Reunion Movement will be crushed in no time.

However, Ulrich would never have imagined that he would not be able to see the sun rising tomorrow.

Chapter 197: Reverse Slope Artillery Position

Night fell once again, and the two battlefields continued to clamor, filled with the sounds of bombardment and metal clashing. The battle unfolded as Ulrich had predicted. The Patriot was merely directing the battle, no longer actively maneuvering his massive shield to block spells or slash at the enemy. He had indeed fallen into a state of weakness, dragging his sickly body along, unable to carry out his former devastating blows.

Because of this, relying solely on the strength of two mixed regiments, they were able to directly capture the previously uncaptured Ninth Pass from the Fifth Pass. The entire second section of the mountain road had fallen into the hands of the Ursus Legion. Now, the Reunion Movement had been forced to the final section of the hillside front. If they could successfully capture it, they would completely wipe out this bandit threat.

Meanwhile, victory news arrived from the southwest battlefield. The crossbows hidden along the mountain path had been completely dismantled. Although 300 men had died in the process, over 1500 men remained combat-ready. The Reunion Movement in the southwest had already lost nearly half its strength, making it easy for these 1500 to wield these 50 or so.

"Let's wait and attack from both sides at the same time. Then we'll see how they can resist, hahaha." Pavel already felt that victory was in sight. Maybe his progress would be even faster. He would not need to wait for the reinforcements to arrive tomorrow and could be the first to attack the top of the mountain.

Even Ulrich was a bit surprised by how smoothly things had gone this afternoon. Could it be that these bandits had run out of tricks?

"General, you're worrying too much. We still have more than 20,000 people. How many manpower are left in the Reunion Movement? As long as they dare to confront us head-on, they will be completely wiped out by us sooner or later." An adjutant said a little proudly.

"Did I really overestimate them? But are the warriors who use fire and ice also too weak to fight anymore?" Ulrich finally accepted the reason that those people were controlled by oripathy and could no longer resist him and others.

"Ore sickness... Ore sickness... allows one to acquire extremely powerful Originium skills, but the corresponding price is also extremely high. This may be the so-called equal exchange. All the power that seems to be easily obtained actually has a high price tag behind it." Ulrich sighed, and then gave the order to start sending out all the warlocks, making sure to successfully capture the last section of the hillside position as soon as possible.

After receiving Ulrich's order to intensify the attack, the Ursus troops couldn't help but boost their morale. They all had a common feeling that the war was about to end, as long as they could successfully capture the third section of the position.

The elite Imperial vanguard led the charge, eager to be the first to capture the position. However, for some reason, the Reunion crossbowmen stationed in the position didn't immediately fire their crossbows. Instead, they watched the charging attackers with cold eyes, as if they were looking at a pile of corpses.

"Bang bang bang bang-"

At this moment, a series of artillery fire sounds came from the front, followed by streaks of fire rushing out from the ridge line, drawing a perfect arc in the sky, and then accurately hitting the elite imperial vanguards who were charging over.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Explosions rang out continuously, and blood blossomed across the battlefield. The charging Imperial vanguard, suppressed by the relentless artillery fire, was blasted to smithereens. In less than a minute, the entire road was covered in blood, which eventually spread to the edge of the cliff and flowed directly down from the edge, a truly eerie sight.

The entire vanguard of the First Mixed Regiment perished in the process. For a moment, the remaining combatants were horrified and stopped dead in their tracks. While the front had only just stopped, the rear, unaware of the situation ahead, continued charging forward based on inertia. As a result, the entire front was thrown to the ground, ultimately falling once again into the artillery fire, and like the vanguard, they were instantly blasted to pieces.

At this time, it was the crossbowmen's turn to officially start firing, constantly harvesting the lives of the Ursus soldiers, forcing the Ursus soldiers to retreat to the ninth pass and defend against the opposite charge.

"What did you say? The first regiment's vanguard was defeated, all killed by artillery fire?" Ulrich looked a little incredulous upon seeing the battle report from the front. He asked in a deep voice, "Didn't you conduct reconnaissance and probing? Didn't the third line of defense consist only of crossbowmen, shield guards, and sorcerers? Where did such a massive artillery fire come from? Where is the enemy's firing point?"

"The enemy's firepower point...firepower point..." However, the intelligence officer seemed a little hesitant and did not respond immediately.

"Just say what I tell you to say and report the situation truthfully!" Ulrich scolded.

"Yes! According to reports from the front line, they said... they don't know." said the intelligence officer.

"Don't know? Why not? Could it be that those artillery pieces fell from the sky?" Ulrich asked. "What the hell is the commander on the front line doing? They've caused such heavy losses, and they don't even know the enemy's firepower points... If they launch another attack, they must find out where the enemy is launching such large-scale fire suppression! Deploy all the combat-capable personnel in the artillery battalion, and then have the magician regiment cooperate with the artillery battalion to concentrate on those firepower points and attack them!"

"Yes!" the intelligence officer immediately went to deliver the order. Ulrich, drumming his hand on the table, muttered, "Judging from the range and destructive power of the explosion, those Reunion guys clearly have more than just mortars. They clearly have heavy artillery as well... But where did they get all this weaponry? Nikola? But Nikola's own artillery company was wiped out long ago, so there's not much left."

"Is this your last resort? You want to use your artillery advantage to hold this last line of defense. Haha, you're just putting up a desperate fight." In Ulrich's opinion, the other party revealing another trump card did not completely exceed Ulrich's expectations. On the contrary, this revealing of the trump card made Ulrich completely certain that those powerful warriors of the Integration Movement who were able to fight a thousand men at once had completely fallen into a period of weakness because of the battle in the morning.

They all need to rely on external objects such as artillery to defend themselves. It seems that the Integration Movement has really used up all the things it has at its disposal. It is like a gambler who is about to go bankrupt, betting everything it has, making it look ugly and weak.

But the fact... is it really like this?

……

“BOOM! BOOM!”

"Damn it! Why are those artillery shells firing from behind the ridge? How can we figure out the location of those artillery shells?"

After another round of casualties, the commander on the front line began to curse. It was obvious that although he had figured out the approximate location of the artillery, if he wanted to achieve a precise strike, just knowing that it was behind the ridgeline was not enough.

Even more devastating was the fact that neither magic nor conventional howitzers or heavy artillery could bypass such a high ridgeline to strike the artillery behind it. Only high-projectile artillery like mortars could bypass the ridgeline and strike the area behind it. However, mortars had a very small blast radius and relied heavily on precise targeting. Therefore, for mortars, which could effectively target a specific area, eliminating enemy firepower points was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Commander, the general has already sent the personnel of the artillery battalion and the remaining sorcerers. We must eliminate the enemy's firepower points before attacking." At this time, the intelligence officer in charge of contacting the command center came to the front-line commander and said.

"Go and report the situation here truthfully to the general! Even if we send more sorcerers and artillery battalions, this task is simply impossible! We can either take down the front positions under the fire of those artillery pieces, or find a way to bypass this hillside and go directly to the rear to take down these heavy artillery pieces that are firing!" The front-line commander said truthfully.

When the news reached Ulrich again, he fell silent.

"I never thought that these bandits could survive in this way... Using the hillside as a barrier, they effectively avoided our army's firepower attack. At the same time, they can rely on those in the front position to effectively carry out precise strikes on our attacking soldiers. Even I have to admire whoever came up with this method of defense." Ulrich said.

"Then General, can we only stare blankly at that last slope?" asked the adjutant beside him.

Ulrich thought for a moment and said, "Go, have them bring all the Imperial Artillery Harbinger drones. To confirm the location of those artillery pieces, we'll have to rely on their flight capabilities. We'll need to sneak around the battlefield and get behind them to locate them. Remember, have the warlocks cast more spell shields on the drones to ensure their survivability if discovered by the enemy. We must destroy all their artillery fire with mortars as quickly as possible."

"Yes!" The messenger immediately passed the order down.

Chapter 198: Bad News from the Southwest Battlefield

Northwest Front

"As expected of you, General, you were able to come up with a solution so quickly." After seeing the order and plan brought by the messenger, the commander on the front line was overjoyed. He immediately took control of the drones that had been prepared. Instead of flying directly towards the front battlefield, he flew directly to the bottom of the cliff on the right, intending to quietly bypass the battlefield and directly reach the artillery positions behind the hillside to find out the location of those artillery pieces.

At the same time, the front-line commander arranged a new round of cannon fodder to rush to the front position. Once the drones were in place, he would let these cannon fodder attract fire and thus detect the location of the artillery.

The drone flew from the bottom of the cliff, bypassed the mountain road where the charge was taking place, bypassed the hillside, and finally arrived at the back of the hillside. Then it began to rise slowly, preparing to take a glimpse of the full picture of the artillery positions.

However, the moment it rose from the edge, an electric current shot out instantly, directly penetrating the magic shield on the drone and knocking the drone straight off the cliff.

This startled the drone operator, completely unaware of what was happening, and they were struck, destroying one of their drones. Unconvinced, the operator repositioned another drone and slowly ascended. However, less than a centimeter above the ground, another burst of electricity struck, completely piercing the drone.

"What's going on? Did the rear discover our drone so quickly?" In order to ensure that his drone would not be damaged in vain, he controlled the drone to fly forward for a distance and then move upwards.

But this time, before the drones could fly far, several lightning bolts struck directly and knocked all the drones down.

"(Ursus swear word)! What the hell is going on!" The operator cursed directly. The artillery failed to detect and half of the drones were destroyed. Who can give him an explanation?

On the other side, on the reverse slope, a logistics personnel who was responsible for transporting Originium crystal explosives put down a box of explosives used as artillery shells, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and suddenly turned around to see a tower emitting electric light behind him, which was continuously emitting electric current in all directions.

"By the way, what is the purpose of the tower that Mr. Wang Chong placed there? Why is it flashing like crazy now?" The logistics staff member asked the artillery team member in front of him who was loading explosives.

"Oh, that thing is used to detect enemy air units. Once an enemy air unit approaches, it will emit sparks like it is now. Then when the enemy enters a suitable angle for attack, it will immediately shoot out electricity and smash all of those air units to pieces." After taking a look, the member of the artillery team continued to load ammunition and explained.

"Go and tell our team's captain this news. The enemy has sent reconnaissance drones to guide artillery positioning to locate us. The captain will then notify us to redeploy the artillery." After the artillery team member finished speaking, he began to fire according to the instructions given.

The logistics personnel nodded and notified the team. Under the arrangement of the artillery team commander, they began to change their positions one by one without affecting the rhythm of the fire.

From the moment he established the position, Wang Chong had anticipated that the enemy would use drones to locate the Reunion Movement's firepower deployment. Therefore, he had already taken out the Thunder Tower he had drawn earlier and placed it here.

The Thunder Tower wasn't limited to targeting air units; it would directly attack any enemy unit it entered. Therefore, as long as the Thunder Tower was in place, even if someone sneaked up on a cliff, not to mention a drone scouting the area, they could be electrocuted, eliminating the need to worry about being attacked from both sides.

Wang Chong himself, with a group of people, was standing on the platform where he and Tallulah had been before, overlooking the battle below.

"Chong, when can we go down? We've been blowing in the cold wind up there for a long time. It's so boring." Elquet yawned and stretched involuntarily.

"Don't worry, Elquet. It will be quick. As long as it's the latter half of the night, it will be time for us to officially take action." After Wang Chong finished speaking, he looked at Ghost Shark, Skadi, Surtel, and Honeysuckle and said, "The same goes for you. All the training these days depends on today."

"For the past few days, we've been asking you to patiently watch from the sidelines, precisely to prevent the enemy from noticing your presence. All of this is in the hope that you will play the most crucial role at the most crucial moment. Now, Honeysuckle, once we enter the forest, you will plan the appropriate invasion and escape routes. The rest of you will follow the plan and raid all the way. Do you understand?"

"Yes!" Everyone nodded in agreement.

……

Inside the camp.

"The drone actually failed? It seems that the enemy attaches great importance to their artillery positions... This may be the last resort they can resort to." After hearing the news of failure from the front line again, Ulrich fell into deep thought. He was now hesitating whether to continue to increase the stakes and crush the Integration Movement in one go, or to wait until support arrives and then find a way to deal with the Integration Movement.

"General, now we can only push them down in one go. If we miss this opportunity, when the Patriots recover and cooperate with the insurmountable artillery positions, I'm afraid we will have exhausted our troops by then and may not be able to capture that line of defense!" Several commanders advised.

"No." But after careful consideration, Ulrich didn't take their advice. "The pressure from the artillery is simply too great. We can't resort to force unless absolutely necessary. Don't forget, we have more than one battlefield. If we can capture the southwest battlefield tonight, we'll be sandwiched from both sides. Even their proud artillery line will face the Ursus front directly."

After hearing Ulrich's analysis, no one knew what to say. Indeed, there was still the southwest battlefield. There was no need to take such a huge risk and cost to do this.

"What?! What did you say? Impossible! How is this possible!!" However, at this moment, Pavel roared fiercely while communicating.

"Pavel? What's going on?" Ulrich looked at Pavel and said with some dissatisfaction.

"...General," Pavel said, his face pale after hanging up the phone. "The southwest... the southwest battlefield... was almost completely wiped out."

"What did you say?" Upon hearing this news, even the usually calm Ulrich stood up. This sudden and tragic news immediately caused all the commanders present to panic.

"What's going on? Tell me clearly." Ulrich clenched his fists, took a deep breath, looked at Pavel and asked.

"General... the detailed battle report. Those who survived are also describing the situation. It will probably take some time to send it over," Pavel said.

"How did things turn out like this... Immediately withdraw 2000 men from the army and march southwest. We must not let those bandits take this opportunity to escape from the southwest! We must hold that place!" Ulrich immediately gave the order, "Pavel, you will take this army and rush to the southwest battlefield immediately. We must hold that place firmly. No mistakes. Do not attack the bandits in the southwest corner without my order."

"Yes!" Pavel replied, then immediately left the tent to count the troops. The adjutant looked at Ulrich and asked, "Sir... 2000 more men have been withdrawn. Excluding the two mixed regiments fighting on the front lines, the artillery battalion, and the sorcerer group, there are a total of 7500 men. Now, there are only a little over 20,000 men left in the camp, including nearly 8000 wounded and incapable of combat. Thankfully, the Patriots are also severely weakened, otherwise we would be completely at a disadvantage."

"Now that we have lost the southwest, we are left with the option of a frontal attack. Even if 1 troops arrive tomorrow to support us, we have lost the best opportunity to attack. I am afraid it will be difficult to capture these bandits within 10 days." The adjutant advised.

"You mean, you plan to completely defeat these bandits tonight?" Ulrich said.

"General, we've suffered heavy casualties. Our only option now is to cut the Gordian knot," the adjutant said. "Why not send in the war wizards as well? We have to give it a try to see if we can break through the enemy's suppressive firepower."

"..." Ulrich weighed the pros and cons for a long time. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Now we have no choice but to give it a try. Let the war sorcerer test it out."

"Yes!" The adjutant who received the order immediately ran out of the camp to find the three war sorcerers who were still resting.

Chapter 199: Victory Created by Jin Kela

half an hour ago

"Faust, they have crossed the crossbow mountain road we set up earlier. There is only this last section of the mountain road left to reach the summit." The phantom crossbowman, who was still bandaging his wounds, said while staring at the figures below who were about to rush up.

"What should we do, Faust? Although this last section of the mountain road is steep, it is not defensible. Unlike the previous mountain road, we can use the slope to dig out a battle line." asked the phantom crossbowman.

"Did you bury all the things that Teacher Wang Chong prepared in the soil beneath our feet?" Faust asked.

"Are you talking about those bamboo shoots? They are all buried. But what's the use? We can't expect these bamboo shoots to trip them and make them fall down, right?" asked the phantom crossbowman in confusion.

"It's not impossible." After Faust said this, he took out something in a yellow package from his collar.

"What is this?" The Phantom Crossbowman asked in confusion after seeing Faust take out something.

"A tool that can create miracles." Faust grabbed the contents and sprinkled them into the soil under his feet.

"Let's go. We will retreat all the way back and spread these things all over the road. Then we will know the outcome." Faust said.

"Retreat like this? If we retreat any further, we won't be able to defend the road leading up the mountain in the southwest." The Phantom Crossbowman couldn't help but say.

"Since there is no place to defend here, we might as well retreat to the last pass and hold it there. Otherwise, if we stay here, we will only die faster. Listen to my orders, everyone retreat!" After Faust finished speaking, he estimated the time and continued to sprinkle different doses of white powder on the ground.

Soon, Faust led the remaining Phantom Crossbowmen and Shield Guards to the final pass to hold it, abandoning the entire route. The Shield Guard leader surveyed the road ahead, patted Faust, who was still on high alert, and said, "You made the right decision. Rather than fighting them on that road, it's better to conserve our forces and fight them here."

"Sasha! I want to fight with you too!" Mephisto took off the medical kit and took out the Originium staff that someone had given him to save his life, and said.

"Ino, you promised..." Faust wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Mephistopheles: "I... I know what you are worried about. But I am not doing this out of revenge. I want to protect you, Sasha! Can't I fight even now?"

"Ino...Okay, just this time. But you have to listen to me. Once I find anything abnormal about you, you must stop immediately. Do you understand?" Faust looked at Mephistopheles's determined eyes, finally sighed, and then gave serious instructions.

"Yes!" Mephistopheles nodded, listened carefully to Faust's advice, and prepared for battle.

Time slowly passed, and soon the Ursus soldiers, after testing the front to see if there were any enemies, began to set out on this mountain road, heading towards the final pass. Not long after, Faust fired the first shot, and the war between the two sides was about to break out.

"Jump down!" Mephisto used his Originium skills to control the spores to invade the wounds of the injured Ursus soldiers, and then controlled their bodies to jump directly from the side of the cliff on the mountain road.

"Be careful of the enemy warlock! Fire attack!" The Ursus army would naturally not be like fools and allow Mephistopheles to use the Originium skill to control them. They quickly aimed at Mephistopheles who stuck his head out to use the Originium skill, and in an instant several crossbow arrows pierced the opponent's head.

"Deng deng deng-"

However, after the crossbow arrows hit the figure's head, the figure did not fall down because of the arrows.

"Oh no! It's fake!"

The Ursus people who shot the crossbows reacted immediately, but what awaited them were the crossbows of the phantom crossbowmen, which killed them with every hit.

"Hehe, I told you that I won't cause trouble for Sasha." Mephistopheles was holding a stone high in the air. It was the stone that stuck its head out instead of him, attracting the enemy's firepower.

However, this clever trick was ineffective given the significant numerical disparity. The Ursus men would soon reach the pass and engage them in close combat. Once engaged in close combat, even with their shield guards, they would be unable to utilize the crossbowmen's advantage. Once all the shield guards were slain, they would also meet their end.

"Teacher...you won't lie to me. It's almost time." Faust estimated the time silently. Now most of the mountain road was filled with Ursus soldiers, and they were just waiting for the "things" he had just sprinkled to take effect.

“Puff—puff—”

Some strange noises were heard, followed by a shaking of the mountain road.

"What...what happened! Is there an earthquake?!" The Ursus people hurriedly held onto the mountain wall, slowing their pace and forcing themselves to steady themselves. Some of the unlucky ones simply slipped off the edge of the mountain path, letting out a series of terrified cries.