Chapter 628 Lure the enemy deeper

Author: Half-wounded but not broken

Chapter 628 Lure the enemy deeper

Go back a little bit in time——

The bright moon is in the sky and the clear weather facilitates speedy night operations. The legions of the Republic of Tula are taking advantage of the darkness to move forward.

This legion, with the Black Panther as its flag, camped during the day and advanced at night. With the help of their guides, they bypassed all the cities and villages and arrived at the Faron Province unknowingly like ghosts.

At this time, they had been divided into several troops, each taking different routes to minimize the possibility of predicting their marching route.

They knew very well that their existence should have been discovered by Free Spark, but due to caution, it would take some time for the scouts to catch up with them.

And this time is the most critical. The legion is confident that it can successfully reach Falon Port and cooperate with the navy to launch an attack before its whereabouts are exposed.

Leading this legion is a young general about forty years old.

Yes, in the field of generals, around forty years old is already very young. After all, current wars rely heavily on the help of experience. Without time, it is difficult to develop people who are truly good at leading troops.

The troops divided into three groups communicated with each other using carrier pigeons. Tonight they will reach the last assembly point, and then they will go straight to the heart of Faron Province, Port Faron.

The closer you get to the end, the more careful you should be. The general was not careless at all and sent out scouts early to help the large army walking through the forest explore the path.

When the moon rose in the sky, the general was notified that the scouts who were exploring the road reported that a convoy was approaching from the front.

The general immediately ordered everyone to go into the forest and hide in place. Not long after, they saw the scout reporting convoy from a distance.

It was composed of about a dozen carriages, which looked like a caravan. Each carriage had a torch on the carriage, so even though it was still far away, you could still see them pulling heavy oak barrels.

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Since the Republic of Tula consumes a lot of wine, carriages transporting wine are very common. But in the middle of the night, there are actually caravans on their way...

This made the general a little suspicious, and he immediately called the guide to ask.

However, according to the guide, there is no gathering place for monsters near this trail. Caravans often take this road in a hurry, so it is not too strange to see transport carriages in the middle of the night.

This made the general feel relieved, and he immediately sent an order to continue hiding and let the caravan pass.

Although with their number, there is no problem in destroying this caravan, but now they are very close to the province of Falon, so there is no need to cause trouble.

So under the watchful eyes of thousands of strong men hiding in the jungle, the convoy got closer and closer.

But the closer the convoy got, the more obvious the general's bad feeling became, especially when the convoy got closer to a distance of about one or two hundred meters.

He took out his binoculars and saw the entire convoy clearly.

"It's a centaur! Everyone is ready to fight!"

The cart was not pulled by horses, but by centaurs. Under the cover of darkness, it was difficult to see clearly unless one was very close.

He picked up the guide and roared:

"How come there are centaurs around here!"

"I don't know, this has never happened before!"

Although centaurs are also intelligent creatures, they are regarded as a type of monster. And centaurs are unheard of in carts.

Regardless of where these centaurs came from, centaurs have dark vision and a very sensitive sense of smell. They are literally warriors who are skilled in bow and horse. Hiding in the forest is similar to fooling children in the eyes of centaurs.

Once you get close, you will definitely be discovered.

The general realized that something was wrong, and the concealed troops quickly assembled on the trail.

At this moment, short figures who looked like halflings emerged from the centaur-drawn carriage. They grabbed the torches hanging on the back of the carriage and threw them onto the oak barrels, and quickly jumped out of the car.

The centaur also accelerated quickly at the same time, changing from a small trot to a full sprint.

The centaur, whose lower body is a horse, has a speed that is not inferior to any horse. In an instant, he saw them approaching quickly, and each one of them, as if doing acrobatics, untied the lock hanging on his body and used a flicking motion.

Throw the carriage towards the soldiers who are lining up on the path and preparing to fight.

--boom!

--boom!

--boom!

The burning carriages exploded one after another like bombs. The scattered flames must have been made of some kind of viscous fuel, making the flames themselves look like liquids.

This sudden explosion caught the soldiers off guard. The strong blast made the soldiers fall down one after another as if they had been hit by a stick. Some of the unlucky ones were even covered in sticky flames, even if there were comrades nearby.

He helped put out the fire, but was burned to char in a few breaths.

This sounds like a heavy loss, but it is not. After all, there are only about 10 carriages in total, and the scope of the explosion is limited to the vicinity of the trail.

With the murmur of several spells, the splashing flames were quickly extinguished. There were ten spellcasters in this legion of the Republic of Tula, and an explosion attack of this magnitude would be easily suppressed by them.

But when they got up cursing, the centaur had already run away, and picked up the short halfling who had just lit the fire, and disappeared in the depths of the dark jungle in an instant.

The attack came so out of nowhere that the general was stunned and couldn't figure out who was responsible.

The proud people and horses should not be controlled by anyone. It is impossible for the rebels in Faron Province to really reach an agreement with the people and horses, right?

"Air strike! Watch your head!"

At this moment, screams followed by piercing screams brought the general back to his senses.

Looking up at the sky, against the bright moonlight, bipedal flying dragons were swooping down on them from high altitudes...

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The army of the Republic of Tula that broke into the Faron Province was divided into five groups, and the other army may have been drawn.

In order to avoid being tracked by scouts, they chose to cross a swamp.

Similar to the Twilight Wetland, this swamp is also formed by melting snow from the glaciers on the Supreme Mountains, but the area of ​​the swamp is not large, and even though it is a swamp, it is not too difficult to walk through.

The biggest trouble is to be careful not to get your toes chewed by the huge bugs in the swamp, as well as the little bitches that often buzz and dance around people.

The leader of the team took out the map, looked at it in the moonlight, and asked the guide. It was estimated that they would reach the meeting point in two or three hours, and as long as they had half an hour, they should be able to get out of this damned area.

It's swampy.

As this news was announced, the soldiers cheered a little. Everyone had already had enough of walking through muddy ponds and filling up the broken paths with a pile of dirt for their new boots.

The regular army's salary in the Tula Republic is actually very high. Since the Tula Republic was founded by force, it also attaches great importance to military construction.

However, precisely because of this, the problem of empty pay for the army during the peace period brought about by the tyrannical Demon King is very serious.

Many of these so-called elite troops are inherited from their fathers. Although they are trained very hard and have good tactical skills, compared to the armies of other countries, they are still relatively pampered.

For example, this is like the US military. Although its combat effectiveness is not bad, if there is no ice cream to eat, the commander will probably collapse...

When we reach the assembly point, we can take a good rest. Everyone has had enough of sharing meals and sleeping in the open along the way.

But this group of people were so busy enjoying themselves that they obviously didn't notice that bright eyes were poking out of the mud in the swamps, ponds and even rivers full of duckweeds, staring at their every move.

It wasn't until they were about to walk out of the swamp that everyone slowly noticed something strange.

There seem to be more spider webs around?

"Is there some kind of spider-like monster living around here?"

The captain called the guide to ask, and the guide said:

"I don't have the impression that there are only some crocodiles around here that can be considered a threat."

The number of spider webs they saw was increasing, and the size of the spider webs was based on the size that they could cling to a person. This was not like what ordinary spiders would do.

The captain thought for a moment and immediately ordered:

"Everyone lights the torches and we burn the cobwebs."

In order to avoid being discovered, they tried not to use any lighting when moving forward at night, but now they had to light torches because if they went further, the density of cobwebs was almost blocking the road.

No matter how big it is, a spider web is just a spider web after all. Once the torch is burned, it will melt and spread out all the way.

And just as they were busy lighting the torches, a shrill scream broke into the captain's ears.

"What's going on? Has anyone seen it?"

The cover of the night did not disappear when the torch was lit. Instead, the lighting of the torch produced large tracts of shadow.

The soldiers advancing in a single line seemed to be in a state of panic for a moment, drawing out their weapons and looking at every shadow around them.

But this action seemed to be completely useless. Occasionally, we would still find that some soldiers suddenly disappeared, as if they were swallowed by shadows, and only let out a piercing scream.

The captain couldn't see where the attack was coming from, and even the guide panicked. He had no guide at all and this road was actually dangerous.

"Quick! Let's cross the swamp!"

Since the threat cannot be confirmed, the only option is to pass quickly. Staying where you are is not a good option.

The captain led the most elite bodyguards and rushed to the front like a spearhead to clear the way for the soldiers behind them. Everyone held torches and quickly tried to cross the swamp.

The screams still sounded from time to time without any warning, and the comrades around him would often disappear as soon as he turned around, which further deepened the fear.

The road that originally took half an hour to cross was fueled by the adrenaline caused by fear. After about ten minutes of forced march, the soldiers all stepped on solid ground. They seemed to have escaped from the swamp.

But they did not flee the danger.

The leading captain raised the torch. In the bright firelight, the road ahead... no, to be precise, all the trees that could be seen in front were covered with thick cobwebs, and they, a group of soldiers who rushed out of the swamp in a panic.

, is more like a little bug diving into a trap.

Immediately, the spider webs vibrated, as if some kind of creature that had created these spider webs was approaching.

In the shadows created by the dark night and bright torches, monsters with beautiful women on their upper bodies and ugly and huge black spiders on their lower bodies were crawling over their heads along the spider silk...
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