Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 488 Pocket array, a wave of flow
The snow continued to fall.

Caroline's small face was wrapped in a fluffy scarf, and the tip of her nose was red with cold.However, the cold atmosphere in the northern region did not affect her at all—after all, her home was at the foot of Mount Maitland in the borderlands, which was much colder than the central part of the northern region.

Seeing her radiant look, she seemed to be hoping to catch a snow rabbit.

"Three of the villages occupied by the undead have been confirmed, all of which are located in the hilly area in front of us. There is no news of the surviving villagers."

Mia wrapped her robes, and stretched out her hand while speaking, brushing off the snow flakes that fell on the young man's head in front of her, "If you go any further, you will encounter wandering undead."

"In this position, without the support of the undead army, they can't upgrade the city defense of the village." Atzke said, "If you want to fight, with the reaction speed of the undead, a frontal collision is essential."

"If some of the skeletons transformed by the villagers in a hurry can't deal with them, then we can go directly back to Siliki to farm and raise pigs."

Cyril looked ahead, the snowy sky in the north had a frightening aura, everything was pitch black in the distance, and he could only see a vaguely walking figure in the falling white.

In fact, they can wait until the snow stops before taking action. Judging from the arrogant style of the Snowy Owl Legion, it is estimated that the so-called Bright Wing Infantry will have been "waiting" for them to arrive at the Tower of the North Wind, and then set off at a leisurely pace. Walk in one day, walk in two or three days, walk in six days.

But the opportunity to bully the skeleton in such bad weather is not always available.

Of course, this has to rule out that the opponent's commander is a good general elite, but still the same sentence, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, and Heywood Herman's contempt for Captain Jane Christine makes Cyril's disdain for Xue The Owl Corps has an extremely low rating.

"How are you going to deal with these undead?" Cyril turned to Atsk and asked.

"The visibility is low now, and the wandering undead are more scattered. We will divide the team into groups, led by half-lizards who are familiar with the environment, and a few people will work as a unit to wipe them out to ensure nothing goes wrong." Atzke has already had countermeasures, and dealing with undead is naturally military A compulsory course for college students.

"Then we quickly adjusted our formation. The shield soldiers took the lead in attacking the stronghold of the undead, attacking slowly and retreating slowly, luring the undead into a spacious area, and then the two-winged swordsmen launched an attack, forming a shrinking pocket formation."

Cyril nodded lightly. This is also the countermeasure that many La Rochelle will take on the battlefield in the game. Atsk's thinking is exactly the same as theirs.

But when he looked at Azike again, he found that the commander who was on the battlefield with the undead for the first time had a look of eagerness on his face, but he seemed to be worried about something and held back, so he asked:

"Perfect countermeasure, but...do you have anything else to say?"

Azike opened his mouth, his expression suddenly became a little awkward, and he still said: "My method... has nothing wrong with it, but there is one shortcoming."

"Disadvantages?" Alina, who was squatting on the snow beside him, was following what Atsk said, drawing a diagram and studying seriously, raised her head, her beautiful eyes were mostly blocked by the hood, and asked curiously, " I can't see any loopholes in this step, unless the Necromancer rank is too high and has already been promoted to a Lich..."

When she said this, her body trembled a little, she quickly reached out and patted her small face three times, and said in a low voice: "Bah, bah, bad luck, you can't say such things!"

"It's all right." Cyril shook his head and smiled, "The question you raised is correct, tactics like this naturally ignore the influence of high-level 'arms', and only talk about conventional forces, and high-level force naturally has high-level force to target. Even a lich..."

He thought of the Lich who had been devouring the dragon's bones for decades, and couldn't help squinting his eyes: "It may not be powerless now. So Azike, what are the shortcomings you are talking about?"

"It's too slow." Atzke squatted down, and added a few strokes to the sketch drawn by Elena on the snow, "It's too slow to clear the village by village. If possible, I will Got an idea—”

When he looked up again, his eyes seemed to be on fire.

Melt the falling snowflakes.

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Claude Atley turned his head and looked at the infantry behind him who had just finished their march but still looked normal and in good condition, and nodded in relief.

He is the chief instructor of the Bright Wing Infantry Regiment, and the three hundred soldiers under him are all recruits from the Tower of the North Wind and its surrounding areas.He has been training the Snowy Owl Legion ever since they entered the Tower of the North Wind.

After more than half a year, although these soldiers are not as good as the regular army they have transferred to the front line, they are already capable of fighting, and they will surpass those private troops from the nobles in strength——

During the days when he was stationed in the Tower of the North Wind, he had seen too many noble private troops, the good and the bad, the good and the bad, and many of them were even afraid of the lowest level of skeletons - those things were not grown-up Can a person be kicked over?See if that bone is as thick as your arm?
He was so happy to order them to wipe out the undead. On the battlefield in northern Xinjiang, there are not many opportunities for easy actual combat exercises.

If you don't practice earlier, maybe the first time a soldier goes to the battlefield, he will face the elite of the undead.

As for the coordinating army... He was too lazy to rectify them according to the plan of his superiors - he still engaged in these internal strife at such a time, and he didn't know whether those legion chiefs were filled with shit or maggots.

"My lord, are we really not waiting for the coordinated troops to be in place?" The adjutant was a young man, full of worries.

"Wait, wait, you can't cut down five skulls today, I'll let you sit in the fire pit naked." Atley scolded with a smile, "Raise the flags and prepare to attack the fortifications head-on!"

They have reached the range of the three strongholds occupied by the undead. From here, they can see the northernmost sharp corner of the triangular village.According to Atley's plan, it is natural to slaughter all the way from the northernmost stronghold. As for tactics...

Relying on the hard power of the Bright Wing Legion!

He has this self-confidence—if he can't even run over some skeletons, how can he replenish the front line?
"Yes." The adjutant said cheerfully, and then in the team behind him, a large flag was slowly raised - a round of golden sun was held between the spread wings, and the flag of the Bright Wing Infantry Regiment was just like their style Tough and atmospheric.

Even if the snow is flying, it can't stop the golden light that seems to be radiating from the flag——

"The snow is about to stop." Atley said suddenly, "When the snow stops, prepare to attack immediately."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong—something seemed to be floating in the darkness, and he couldn't see clearly.

The adjutant also saw the hazy shadow at the same time, and asked doubtfully, "My lord, what is that?"

"That appears to be...a flag?"

Banner—yes, it was a banner, the design could not be seen in the darkness, but it was a flag.

A military flag.

"Someone got here before us? Which army?"

Atley was startled. The moment the idea came into being, before he had time to discuss it with the adjutant, he saw the big flag that was just rising and fluttering in the wind leaning forward——

Immediately afterwards, like a snow swallow flying in the wind, it rushed forward rapidly!

"So fast!"

The big flag moved forward quickly, passing most of the small village in the blink of an eye.At the same time, the undead stronghold that was still silent just now seemed to be activated, and gray-black gas suddenly overflowed to the surroundings.

"Fog of war?" The adjutant asked in surprise, "Could it be that they are..."

"They are rushing to the undead stronghold!" Atley said decisively, and in just a few breaths, he saw that the flag had rushed out of the village, and then another flag was raised in the south of the village, one to the left and one to the right of the flag , going in two directions——

A bold idea suddenly popped up in the adjutant's mind. As soon as this idea came out, he couldn't help but stutter: "Shouldn't it be..."

And Atley had a cold face, and said very seriously: "They want to disperse the three undead strongholds in one go, and attract all the undead."

He paused for a while, and shouted in a low voice: "The whole army turned to the south, let's go see if they have any arrangements in the south."

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The flag fluttered over Cyril's head, and he drove his nightmare horse to gallop in the snow, even though the back of his head was full of "click, click, click" sounds of bones colliding, he did not feel nervous at all.

Azike proposed a bold and interesting idea, although it was much more dangerous than the previous plan, but I have to say that this new plan, that is, the plan they are implementing, hit him even more!

In terms of game language, this solution is called:

A wave of flow!

The whole plan is roughly the same as the original plan, the pocket formation is still the same pocket formation, and it also attracts the undead into the siege.

But the difference is that in the original plan, they attacked the undead strongholds one by one, but in this plan, what the pocket array had to bear was all the undead strongholds in the three strongholds!

Empty all the undead at once, this is "a wave of flow"!
This term, which is often used in dungeons, perfectly matches their plan at this moment, and how to draw the undead from the other two strongholds naturally depends a little on the "elite" in the team.

There are only two professional grades in the entire army, Cyril Adrian and Leonardo, set off from the northern stronghold together, and then each of them distracted the undead in a stronghold, attracting the attention of the undead through the overflowing magic power, and finally in the The foundation of the pocket formation: the shield soldiers meet in front of the formation.

Cyril had to admit that Atsk really brought him a surprise—the military style of most of La Rochelle's commanders was actually in the same line as that of Saint-Emma. steady thinking.

But Azike's thinking is far more open and crazy than the "majority" - today he dares to fight the undead troops in three strongholds with 700 people, and in the future he dares to fight three armies with one army!

That's wild, Atzke—I didn't expect you to be able to do such exciting things under the guise of a military academy!

In fact, Cyril is very familiar with this process of attracting monsters. Rogues in the game are often responsible for the task of attracting monsters, and he is doing it alone to save trouble, and he pursues as much as possible.

Gather a large number of monsters and kill them through trap clusters, which is extremely efficient, but the only disadvantage is that it costs money.

Now that I am returning to my old job, I feel quite handy and feel like "youth is back".

On the other hand, another professional level responsible for attracting monsters is not so strong in his heart. Leonardo's majestic professional level has to spread around with a group of skeleton soldiers, which is really unacceptable.

"But this number... is more than expected." Cyril turned around and glanced, and chopped off an undead with a swing of his sword. Still more than you think.

According to this standard, the number of undead in these three strongholds has already exceeded a thousand——

For the Siliki Army, this is enough to be a test.

And the necromancer with this level of mental power also made Cyril a little wary.

The flag was still hanging high above his head, which was used as a signal for the commander of the pocket formation, Azike.In a blink of an eye, he had rushed to the gate of the stronghold in the southwest, looking at the closed "village gate" - this stronghold obviously won more favor from the necromancer, and it already looked like a stronghold.

"Nightmare." He whispered, and the war horse under him immediately responded to him. In an instant, black and red flames jumped up from the Nightmare horse's body, turned into a ball of flowing flames, and slammed into the stone gate ahead.

The moment the stream of flame touched the stone gate, it was immediately melted away, and along with the unlucky two or three skeletons beside the gate, there was not even ashes left.

The Nightmare Horse leaped in, and at the same time, Cyril turned on the "Wind of Recovery" without hesitation. The surging force of life and nature was like the only firework in the darkness to the undead, and instantly surrounded the surrounding area. All undead are attracted.

If relying on Cyril alone, the characteristics of his own body may prevent the undead from noticing his existence. Only such a method can attract monsters.

As for Leonardo on the other side—the flesh and blood power of a professional knight is a delicious bun, and which undead would not want to go up and take a bite?

The undead behind him gathered more and more, gathering more and more, like a surging wave of bones.

Cyril didn't know that the Brilliant Wing Infantry Regiment, which he considered arrogant and arrogant, had seen their movements, and had even seen the formation of the pocket formation on the flanks, let alone how shocked the instructor was. How desperate to slander them.

All he knew was that the door to the undead stronghold was right in front of him.

This time without relying on the nightmare horse, the undead in front had already gathered together and piled up at the door like layers of roadblocks, trying to block his way and tear this vigorous and delicious "human being" to pieces.

And Cyril raised the long sword in his hand, the blue light on the sword was like flowing fire, and his eyes seemed to be coated with a layer of silver light under the output of magic power.

"open!"

He shouted loudly, and then swung the long sword in his hand.

A cyan light flew out from the sword, and the undead stared blankly at the gradually expanding and longer sword light, like a thunderbolt breaking dawn, tearing up their "clouds"——

After a sword strike, bones flew in front of him, and there was no hindrance.

(End of this chapter)