The sun rises from the southeast, and the hills at the assembly point are drawn into long shadows in the sun, covering a large area of land in the northwest.
Among the lush woods, shrubs, and grasses of the valley, a barren patch of gravel stands out in the shadows, like a tawny bald patch emerging out of nowhere in a sea of green.
I don’t know if the soil here is poor. The vegetation is sparse and the terrain is flat. It may not be suitable for insects to breed, but it is an excellent battlefield.
Ants also like to choose flat terrain when fighting. Most ant commanders tend to think in two dimensions, and an overly complex three-dimensional battlefield will make commanders have headaches. This piece of gravel is still a good address.
Today, now, on this gravel land, the Army of the God Envoy King will have a decisive battle with the "Holy Allies" coalition forces of the Hunter Scythe Ant Tribe to determine hegemony in the hilly area.
Let's raise our sights and look down from the air.
Entering the battlefield from the bottom of the northern valley was the Legion of the God's Envoy King. They were numerous, well-formed, and well-organized.
From west to east, Rambofo's second army and Rambowan's third army have lined up to form a front.
The first legion led by Gun, the most elite, serves as a reserve in the rear. This is an unsheathed blade that will only be wielded at critical moments.
There are a total of 4,500 warriors in the three legions, as well as some flying knights to assist in the investigation.
The "Holy Allies" coalition forces are completely different from the strict and orderly scene of the God's Envoy King's army.
On the coalition side, each tribe stayed in its own position, forming two loose fronts, one in front and one in the back.
The scythe-hunting ant warriors are larger and more sparsely arranged. Therefore, although the coalition forces have less than two thousand warriors, the width and thickness of the loose formation exceeds that of the Divine Envoy King's army.
In the "Holy Ally" coalition front, the hill warriors with the most combat effectiveness are concentrated in the middle position. They are also our own sharp blades.
——I am the dividing line——
The warriors of my tribe and I entered the battlefield. Our position was on the left side of the second row of the line.
The tribe of giants is on my right, and the tribe of flying is on my left.
Each tribe chooses its own battle line position, so everyone likes to be next to the tribe they are familiar with. This is also a kind of bond.
As for the first row of the battle line, they were all tribes that had never participated in a battle before. Their morale was strong and they were lined up on the front line ready to charge.
Most of the tribes on the second line have already participated in the war and have suffered certain losses, but they also have more combat experience and will serve as the backbone of the subsequent battles.
This formation is the traditional formation of the "holy allies" passed down from generation to generation.
Although I was in the second row, because our tribe was located on a small slope with higher terrain, I was able to see beyond the first row of allied troops and see the enemy on the opposite side.
The enemies also entered the battlefield in neat formation under the guidance of the scouts. Their warriors were arranged very closely, forming small squares. Within the squares, each warrior had almost no room to turn around. There is only a narrow gap in the middle of the square.
However, I never dare to underestimate the enemy's formation. In the two previous battles with outsiders, the most heroic warriors could not benefit from such a tight formation alone. They would always be killed by the enemy's combined attack. Or retreat. Only by gathering the strength of many warriors to clash together can it be possible to break up the enemy's formation.
After the enemy's formation was fully deployed, they began to advance towards us.
Every time they advance a short distance, the originally straight front line will become slightly distorted due to factors such as the speed of advance and the undulations of the terrain.
At this point, they would stop, straighten their line again, and then move on until the next time they regrouped.
Maybe, when the opponent's formation is messy, it's a good opportunity to launch an attack?
An idea popped into my head, but was quickly rejected.
The enemy was too cautious and began to adjust their formation every time there were just signs of disorder. Moreover, the distance between the two armies is still too far now. Our soldiers rush to the enemy as quickly as possible, facing the enemy who has also completed their reorganization.
The army of outsiders soon advanced to a distance of about two full-force jumps for an ordinary warrior from our first battle line.
They stopped, stopped advancing, and began to adjust their front lines and formations for the last time.
We all know that this is a sign that the war is coming.
Among the tribes in the first row, the chief warriors of each tribe first came out of the crowd and came to the front.
These chief warriors looked for the highest spot nearby, which could be a small slope, a grass stem, or a stone.
They danced the dance of war in unison, and a stimulating smell of hormones spread with the wind. The soldiers who smelled this smell had their eyes red and were full of high fighting spirit.
The dance of war has not yet ended, and some tribes have already taken the lead in launching an assault. They crossed the originally straight and complete front line and charged towards the outsiders' formation like arrows.
With the attack of this tribe, all the tribes on the first front line began to charge, some in front and some behind, and an irregular charging line stretched out.
I know that the first secret weapon of the outsider army is about to appear.
Sure enough, just as the first row of allied troops surged forward like a violent wind, a burst of black mist suddenly rose from the outsider army.
The "black mist" was extremely fast, quickly rising into the sky, then drawing an arc and falling rapidly, quickly covering the charging Allied forces.
I have personally experienced the same scene and know that the "black mist" is actually a pile of stones and hard soil.
These stones and clods of earth hit our carapace, causing moderate pain, but rarely fatal injuries.
What is really more threatening is when these dense stones and soil hit our tentacles and joints. Unlucky warriors will be disabled on the spot, and lighter ones will lose part of their perception or mobility.
If it hits a gap in the carapace, it may cause damage to internal organs.
There is no good way to deal with this intensive attack of stones and clods. I can only hope that I am the lucky one, and then I can rush across the open space between the two sides quickly and get entangled with the enemy.
Me, Broken Leg and Giant all suffered pain from being hit, but luckily none of them were injured. The tall man who was originally agile died in the ensuing struggle after two of his limbs were smashed.
Now, the charging Allied forces are also facing the attack of these dense stones and soil. I hope they can hold on!
