Chapter 982: A War That Coincides

"What the hell is going on?"

In the central tent, the atmosphere in the air was quite solemn, and the commander-in-chief Iron Axe stared at the map on the long table, and his brows wrinkled into a deep groove, "There is neither a red line nor an omen, could it be that so many devils have been conjured out of thin air!"

Although the alarm was sounded at the first time, and the combat units of the First Army were already in place, a sense of confusion and uneasiness still permeated the hearts of everyone.

If the enemy can suddenly appear eight kilometers away, will he appear directly in the camp next time?

If this question is not clarified, no one can put their minds at ease.

Outside the tent, the fortress guns, which had been silent for half a night, once again let out an earth-shattering roar, and the rate of fire had increased to its peak - there was no need to save shells now, and the most important thing was to reduce the enemy's living force as soon as possible.

"It is impossible to conjure it up," Agatha said categorically, "the red mist is a necessity for the devil to survive, and that hasn't changed, otherwise they would have swept the whole world a long time ago." Now the number of enemies is close to 10,000, and there is no supply red line, let alone combat, and they can be killed if they run over!"

"According to previous information, the size of this outpost can support the activities of more than a thousand devils at most," Iron Axe muttered for a moment, "According to you, there is a supply point near us, and the Eye of Magic has not detected its existence?"

"I can only think so-"

"No, there's another possibility," Edith interrupted, "and since we can make the supply lines disappear from the surface, the devil might be able to think of that as well. ”

"Dig a tunnel from the ruins of Tachira?" Agatha shook her head repeatedly, "Let's not say whether they have obtained worm carriers or not, the passage that can support the movement of more than 10,000 devils is not a small project, which does not coincide with the time when they first appeared in Tachira. What's more, with such a big movement, Sylvie must be able to detect something unusual. ”

"I don't mean start with your hometown," Edith leaned over and nodded at the crosses marked on the map, "what if they just started with the outpost?"

"What do you mean?" Iron Axe asked in a deep voice.

"Don't you think...... Is there something strange about the Devil's position?" she pulled her hair down, "Think about it, if we were a regular army, whether it was a human aristocracy or an army of the Witch Empire, what would the situation be like now?"

As the Northland Pearl asked, everyone present turned their attention to the map.

Those who were able to enter the Central Tent were either officers of the General Staff Department, or commanders of the military headquarters and representatives of the Allied Forces, and none of them were slow to react - and soon, everyone thought of a possibility.

There was a gasp in the big tent.

But the commotion was soon overshadowed by the rumbling of artillery fire outside the tent—and in the tremor of the earth, everyone present saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

It wasn't until the shelling died down that Dawn broke the silence and said, "You mean...... The outpost is a decoy laid by the devil?"

According to the conventional army, if they want to destroy this outpost, they must get close to the siege, which means that they will leave the back in the hands of the devil. If the other party reappears at this time, it will form a natural encirclement formation with the ruins of Tachira, and under the attack from both sides, the fate of the first army can be imagined.

The two-kilometer battlefield is just enough to accommodate both sides of the battle, and from the map, its formation looks like a huge pocket.

"Is it sure we're coming?" Iron Axe asked.

Edith didn't answer, but looked at the representative of the ancient witches, Zoe.

Compared to most people, Zoe's expression hardly changed, and there seemed to be a constant indifference on her face, "If it's a federation, then I will definitely take action." Allowing the devil to set up an outpost is tantamount to ignoring the expansion of the blood line, and is suicidal for the witch - the fall of a city always begins with the inability to stop the enemy's expansion. She paused, "They've never done that before." ”

"Times are different," said Northland Pearl, "and that explains a lot." The devil didn't think that mortals could wipe out the dinosaur squads that threatened them, so Neverwinter must be a city of witches, so he set this trap, and if he was lucky, he could even wipe out all the battle witches who came out of the city. In order to get us into the ambush circle, the devil not only gave up the halfway attack, but also took the initiative to shrink the detection area, so that the moment the pockets were closed - what do you think of this hypothesis?"

"Even if that were the case, how did the devil escape Miss Sylvie's detection?" said Sir Silt puzzled.

"You may not know it, but she is not omniscient. "If I'm not mistaken, there's a considerable gap between her lookout distance and perspective distance, and the presence of the dinosaurs, so she's usually only able to make observations at extreme distances—in which case, the Eye of Magic probably misses a large area." ”

Hearing this, everyone had vaguely guessed the answer.

"Of course, I'm not blaming Miss Sylvie," Edith sighed, "but we're too dependent on her. ”

Magic is always a problem that witches can't ignore, and in order to keep track of the enemy's movements as much as possible, Sylvie needs to be vigilant at all times and use every magic carefully. Perspective strata are extremely expensive, especially from a bird's-eye view from the sky, so it is obviously impossible to dig the entire fertile plain three feet into the ground.

According to the principle that the devil can only lurk in the area of red mist, she should have only scanned the strata around the outpost - and due to the limited line of sight, the depth is not too deep.

Agatha frowned, "We can verify this now. Then she activated the Listening Sigil, "Sylvie, can you see what is going on beneath the ground of the Devil's army?"

"Underground?" Sylvie, who was leading the shelling, was slightly stunned, "I can try, but the magic ......"

"It doesn't matter. ”

"I see. The voice on the other end of the sigil was silent for a few seconds, and then everyone heard her exclaim, "Strange...... The Monoculus' view was blocked—I couldn't see anything, only pitch black below!"

Everyone couldn't help but be silent, this result was equivalent to confirming Edith's guess from the side.

The taste of being calculated by the enemy is obviously not pleasant.

For a moment, only the roar of artillery remained in the tent.

"Smack, smack, smack. ”

At this moment, the iron axe suddenly clapped its hands.

"My lord?" said Dawn Morning.

"I see, so I can rest assured. He slowly grinned, "In the end, who is the prey will have to be decided by this tough battle." ”

"You're right, Commander-in-Chief," Edith smiled, "and although they guessed the wrong opponent, they didn't turn out to be the same, and we can only say that the luck of both sides is not bad." Or rather, ours is even better - isn't it the battle we want to see the enemy head-on on the predetermined battlefield, the evening shelling prevented them from acting in the first place, and now the devil has not only lost the bait, but also has to face a well-prepared blocker, which is a good start in any way. ”

Northland Pearl paused for a moment, "Actually, as I said at the beginning, we don't have to pay attention to the intentions of the enemy, whatever they want to do, just kill all who dare to show their heads - and that's what the First Army is good at, isn't it?"

At the same time, the camp was once again blaring sirens, only this time much more urgently.

"Air Raid Warning. 」

It's clear to all - they're coming.

As the vanguard of the dinosaur group, it has broken into the strike range of the First Army.