Chapter 36 Ambush
A loud noise came from George’s tent.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
We exchanged ambiguous looks and whispered to each other:
“Did you find it?”
That beautiful sprite entered the men’s tent, and wow, it was really scary.
“His daytime fatigue is nothing; he truly is a hero with impressive stamina.”
“That guy is a smile puzzle, able to come and go freely in my camp.”
“I heard that bit of magic might be from his wife.”
“How is that possible? He’s got a bit of a reputation. Isn’t that the behavior of a succubus?”
“I don’t care; a good guy like him should have a succubus wife.”
“You’re cursing him.”
The sounds in the tent grew frequent: bang bang bang!
Everyone revealed smiles that only men understand.
So how did he manage it? Well, was it the hammer sister who came?
That guy, a puzzle of smiles, can jump up the city wall in a blink; he’s certainly extraordinary.
In the tent, George stamped vigorously, his facial expression mechanical, his left hand continually sliding over contracts, trailing his stamp below. Eve stood beside him, watching the soldiers’ documents.
She occasionally raised her eyes to look, stood up, and cursed the heavens as the contracts piled up on his left side, seeing how the people below seemed almost like machines on a production line.
…
Tone down the magical winds from the Pioneer City area and channel them towards Stan.
As the King of Chaos, Jima can now command the magical winds.
Hurry up, this lord demands speed; we must seize the initiative and get to a battlefield suitable for us.
The loyal soldiers repeatedly inquired.
A color demoness was beaten to the point of howling.
Today, the army lacks divine grace, and is in desperate need of it.
This battle must be won; if we lose, we will suffer from a lack of supplies, unable to replenish, and with losses that mean no chance to return.
For mortal armies, supplies come from cooperation with the people.
For example, to fix the silver on oneself, one needs to mine iron ore, go through a series of procedures, and turn the iron ore into battle wire.
Then, the iron wire can be turned into iron hoop soldiers use to mend their injuries.
But for the demon army, supplies can come from divine grace, as well as from blessings. Just like the full armor on magic warriors, most are mutated and grown from their bodies.
The veils, threads, and tautness on the color demoness are no different.
While the army marched hard below, Jima sat without restraint.
Beside her was a pile of sun-soaked materials, with flags stuck in them, almost like an actor in a Beijing opera.
Powers of magic continuously flowed into her.
What a beautiful day.
Jima muttered to herself: “So, so, have you thought about the new command system yet?”
“Your Majesty, there are still some issues,” the pink demon master replied, habitually using inverted sentences.
Her previous performance had earned Jima’s trust. She had long known that the color demoness could rebel, which is why she sent them. Jima believed many could see the problem, but only the true pink demon master reminded her.
Though there was a suspicion of seeking credit.
“I really can’t understand it. Clearly, we can all sit on the floating disk, cast spells, and spy on the magical winds. Why still use flags to communicate?”
On Jima’s floating disk were several flags of different colors. Next to her was a pile soaked in sunlight, filled with flags, almost like a Beijing opera performer.
The pink demon master from the magical realm thought for a moment and said: “There are capabilities for long-distance communication, but if the distance is too far, even if there’s a way, it’s likely insufficient.”
Jima would have to find a way to solve this problem later. She mused, absently rubbing her cat’s head: it felt like waiting in a medieval war.
“Your Majesty, the Middle Ages refer to the period of Desert Rock City around six hundred years prior in demon history, right?”
After a while, the troops below slowed down.
Jima looked down; several color demons fell to the ground, looking like crabs parched for water.
After a while.
Remove those fallen from the ground, move them to the roadside, don’t let them eat.
On the hillside to the north, a blue light shone, a doomsday knight holding a blue light.
This represented someone had deserted.
A dozen mortal believers riding long-feathered horses, armed with curved blades, rushed over; this was the third signal for deserters.
“Really, scared of death yet coming to rely on her,” Jima complained: “Make sure my orders get to those color demonesses; if we win this battle, the scorn of the deserters can be whatever they want.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
After a while, the color demonesses below cheered.
This magical army, lacking both culture and divine supplies, finally arrived at Stan Town by evening.
Seeing the cracks in the ruins, many demons couldn’t help but want to crawl inside, entering the realm of demons.
Jima’s floating disk ran out of power; with a pile of floating disks stacked together, several famished spell demons jumped around to utilize the magical winds here for recharging.
The Pioneer Legion rested visibly, but Jima ordered them to assemble for reports before resting in batches.
After a while, Jima picked up a paper and looked at the reports.
99 doomsday knights.
587 color demonesses.
Mortal believer cavalry, I think they’re no match for dogs… 324.
Fire demon deity 1.
Color demon beasts 12.
135 floating disks.
58 magic hunting dogs.
Jima glanced and saw the cage barking, covered in wounds.
Total: 5732.
“This deal:
Direct combat is sure to fail.
Yet her mindset remained tall like a Nalan, not a fluttering farewell or being swept away.
“What’s going on?”
Below, the fire demon deity crawled slowly over the soldiers, leaving several charred corpses behind, likely blessed by someone.
Jima had high hopes for the fire demon deity; it could inflict terrifying damage on the reforms of the bird congregation, capable of flying and finding angles.
“Wait,” Jima flapped her wings, flying in front of the fire demon deity, asking: “Aren’t you able to fly? Why aren’t you moving here?”
The fire demon deity looked at her in confusion; although it lacked eyes, its head was a gaping mouth that always emitted fierce flames.
“You can’t fly?”
Nodding slowly.
“Then how did you spray fire on me from the air today?”
The fire demon deity shook its head and then nodded.
Jima thought for a moment: “Could your previous master make you fly?”
The fire demon deity shook its head: “Damn, a non-flying fire demon, what use do I have for you? Yet you can get to the enemy’s side, surely running faster than a flying color demon when combined into a war chariot, pulling the floating disk.” It said nothing as it was pulled onto the floating disk.
Fortunately, there was a free floating disk, which it was pulled onto in silence.
Not able to fly, just run, on the floating disk.
After which, Jima brought two floating sharks as draft horses to pull the floating disk, finally managing to resolve a small issue.
While the rest convoy rested, Jima ran to scout the terrain.
In the end, she focused on the outskirts of Stan Town, where stood the towering statue of Sigma in the center of the battlefield, behind it a black wall, and what was better was that lush trees grew around the gentle slopes, very convenient for ambushes. If the battle got down to basics, it could also restrict the enemy’s warfare.
Moreover, there was an open space in the middle, easily expandable on foot.
The only doubt was, not knowing how the old man Sigma would feel watching these two color demon armies fighting each other.
After calculating the enemy’s distance through divination, it undoubtedly drew the attention of the opponent.
But fortunately, the enemy instead hurried their march, possibly fearing an ambush.
Jima ordered the convoy, which had only rested for five or six hours, to lie in ambush in the trees; she strictly enforced discipline.
Pull off the ornaments on your heads with dry branches, bury your heads in the withered leaves!
Quickly quiet this damned color demon eagle for me.
In the end, she had to subdue the color demon eagle, after half an hour of hassle, Jima was finally somewhat satisfied.
She utilized some cunning tactics, leveraging the advantage of the three gods’ distance, effortlessly opened the war chariot.
The bone-powder pink demon army said: “Your Majesty, you are becoming increasingly like a battle-hardened metamorphosis lord.”
She humbly flattered her: “Jima said: just waiting for them to take the bait.
While waiting in ambush in the trees, as the first sunrise’s rays fell into the woods, King Adik suddenly felt Jima open her eyes.
He then saw the bone-powder pink demon army’s Jima open her eyes.
Passing by, they said: “Great King, you are truly a military genius; you awakened just as the moment came.”
Jima patted the cat hair on her body and said: “Life is really beautiful.”
Jima stepped on the floating disk, directly driving the cart to about three kilometers outside the reform.
She saw a large group of color demon war chariots; from a physics point of view, they had four-wheeled chariots, with wheels rotating like sharp blades, being pulled by two color demon carts based on the terrain. Theoretically, this structure of wheels should allow them to run faster than ordinary war chariots, even faster than warhorses.
But Jima had seen with her own eyes, a copper-colored war chariot crush a hundred-strong infantry team into mush.
Jima distinguished the capabilities of the war chariots and the piercing skinner war chariots; it appeared the piercing skinners were quite powerful; the original meaning of their name indicates that the blades on their wheels can cut through skin. Because they are alive, and endowed with devilishly wicked magic, they want to stain the battlefield with soldiers’ blood.
Having barely survived from the piercing skinner war chariots, she turned and saw that the war chariot was devoid of skin, reduced to blood and flesh. Besides that, Jima also saw many color demon cavalry, transforming from valiant demons into earthly color demon cavalrymen. There were also specialized beings for capturing color demoness riding color demon soldiers, adept at using long claws to extract human hearts and souls.
Based on estimates, the enemy’s numbers reached around two thousand, but their elite quality surpassed the top ranks.
Jima planned to follow the previously prepared battle strategy.
When the enemy entered the ambush zone, using the sea war chariots to block them, we will engage their war chariots and cavalry troops first. The doomsday knights would initiate contact and hold up their war chariots.
As long as the piercing skinner war chariots were trapped among the infantry, they wouldn’t be able to get up, with limited maneuvering space. The enemy’s elite cavalry was in a similar situation; color demon war chariots couldn’t retreat either, but once entangled, their defense would be weak, and during close-range fighting in the mud, they would be easily captured.
The key was that the exposed infantry were vulnerable to the enemy’s battlefield mages’ attacks.
And avoid having infantry clash with color demon cavalry while trying to push infantry up to the war chariot group…
Jima planned to first eliminate the enemy’s battlefield mages among the troops, then see how else they could support.
Drink, the script is ready, just waiting for both sides to ambush each other.
Jima stepped onto the floating disk, descending, and began issuing tasks.
