Chapter 709 - 216: [Collapsed]
Chapter 216 [Collapsed] (6000 words)
That night, while resting, Chen Yan reviewed the first day’s battle in his mind. Quickly, he formulated a general strategy and, after running through the intense battle of the first day in his mind, came to his own conclusions.
This was a bait battle!
Serving as bait were those four wooden hills designed to devour and pollute the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, turning the battlefield beneath Snow Cliff Pass into a Qi-less area.
With these four wooden hills absorbing the Qi from this area, the fighting strength of the Domain Snow Cliff Pass, which housed cultivators, was reduced to the level of the Fierce Beast Race—unable to use cultivation and spells, forced to resort to the most primitive and basic melee combat.
At this level, undoubtedly, the Fierce Beast Race, with its racial advantages, could maximize its strengths.
Thus, the defending forces at Snow Cliff Pass could only take the risk of sending the Thunder Riders out of the city to destroy the four wooden hills.
It’s an obvious bait process and a process of being forced to swallow the bait.
The eight hundred Thunder Riders who left the city completed their task, destroyed the wooden hills, and killed a large number of the Fierce Beast Race. They even penetrated the camp of the Fierce Beast Race at one point—but were eventually counterattacked, resurrecting the dead corpses on the battlefield to create a large number of red-light monsters.
The result was that the eight hundred Thunder Riders who left the city were completely annihilated, heroically sacrificing themselves.
Not a single horse returned!
The problem is...This bait tactic is so crude that even a war novice like Chen Yan could see through it at first glance.
He does not believe that the commander of the Town General at Snow Cliff Pass could not see through it?
At this moment, Chen Yan felt something very strange about this situation. The strangest part was that Snow Cliff Pass actually swallowed this obvious bait thrown by the Fierce Beast Race without hesitation and threw their chips down.
The chip was the eight hundred Thunder Riders.
What’s most critical is that when the Thunder Riders were being surrounded by the red-light monsters in the Fierce Beast Race’s encampment below the city—Snow Cliff Pass did not send any rescue or support and practically just stood by as the eight hundred Thunder Riders were swallowed by the Fierce Beast Race!
The Town General in the city is definitely not a fool.
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The sky full of dark clouds seemed to have just cleared a bit at dawn. In the camp of the Fierce Beast Race, tens of thousands of them were driven to crawl up, whipped, axed, and kicked into submission, as group after group of the Fierce Beast Race were driven from their tents and awakened from fires that had gone out.
"Get up! Damn insects!"
"Move faster! Lazy beast!"
"If you don’t hurry, I’ll cut your backside off!"
Amidst the curses, Chen Yan shuffled slowly forward among the pack of the Fierce Beast Race, squeezed in front, behind, left, and right by low-level cannon fodder just like himself, all clothed in rags with crude weapons in their hands.
He intentionally slowed his steps, taking some hits and kicks in the process, but also achieving his goal by dragging his feet, he was put into the rear of the formation when they finally walked out of the camp.
Chen Yan looked around and roughly calculated that the Fierce Beast Race, after being driven out of the camp, were grouped into units of roughly a thousand fighters each.
As for himself, he was in about the fourth unit or so.
His position was a bit further back, at least not on the front line—so even as cannon fodder, he wouldn’t be the first sent to die.
In the camp, the damage to the camp walls caused by the Thunder Riders’ sudden incursion yesterday had already been patched up overnight by those beasts—even though it still looked rough, it at least counted as some semblance of a camp wall—a line of obstacles made by nailing wood into the snow.
Behind this line of obstacles, the ballistae, like catapults that Chen Yan saw yesterday, had been pushed out and set in position, ready to go!
Carts loaded with the stinking trunks of Evil Spirit Trees were also wheeled in front of the ballistae.
Surrounding these were over a thousand of the Fierce Beast Race organized—not as cannon fodder but as their elite warriors.
These elites possessed stronger and taller physiques than the cannon fodder of the Fierce Beast Race, wearing somewhat decent-looking leather armor, with an average height of over two and a half meters, and some even exceeding three meters.
Based on his experience, Chen Yan judged—previously in the village he was at, among the Fierce Beast Race, only a handful following the village leader could meet the standard of these elites.
By this calculation, a village could only yield about a dozen at most.
Clearly, the hierarchy of the Fierce Beast Race is explicitly uncaring to conceal anything.
The thousands of cannon fodder units where Chen Yan was located had been dragged out of the camp early on and assembled, standing in the biting wind, shaking with cold, barely able to grip their weapons.
In the morning, these guys were mostly woken from their slumber by whips and iron fists, driven out, and now everyone was hungry. When they opened their mouths, they could only gulp down mouthfuls of ice-cold wind.
However, surrounding the ballistae, the thousand elite gathered there were sitting on the ground.
They actually had food to eat!
Each of the elite was given a piece of beast meat about the size of a fist (of the Fierce Beast Race’s fist)!
Although, according to the Fierce Beast Race’s diet culture, the beast meat was only half-cooked, and some outright gnawed on it raw, this did not diminish the commotion created by thousands of the Fierce Beast Race eating together, drawing side glances and a few envious looks from the originally numb eyes of those in the cannon fodder ranks.