Volume 1: The Most Absurd War Chapter 29: Plans Can't Keep Up with Changes (Part 2)

  Twenty-Nine: Plans Can't Keep Up with Changes (Part 2)

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  "Charge!"

  Major Rick Torrini drew his ornate command sword, thrust it forward with a mighty swing, and charged towards the Elven camp at the head of his horse, followed by three hundred new Enooak State cavalrymen, two hundred new Shamas State cavalrymen, and dozens of dwarf boar riders. Hundreds of sabers glinted in the rising sun.

  The hastily constructed and undermanned military camp obviously had little defensive capability, with no trenches, no protective walls, and no expensive and time-consuming magical traps. The alarm spell's ear-piercing buzzing echoed across the wilderness for a while before fewer than 20 guns responded from behind the wooden palisade. A bullet happened to hit the major's chest, but as a flash of magical light appeared, the bullet fell powerlessly to the ground.

  "The elf's stuff is indeed good." The lieutenant looked down at the elven breastplate he had obtained a few days ago, but before he could even catch his breath, a burst of gunfire and the ensuing hail of bullets forced him and his men to duck their heads behind the horse's back. The lieutenant spurred the warhorse on with a swift kick in the belly and a loosening of the reins, driving it to gallop forward at an even faster pace.

  The howitzer, lacking a gunner, fired only one round before the cavalry reached the edge of the camp, dozens of war horses knocking down the flimsy wooden palisade and crushing several sprites who had not escaped in time. Next, the cavalrymen who had charged into the camp pulled out their pistols and shot at the fleeing sprites from behind, but unfortunately missed every single one.

  The battle ended faster than Major Biryuk Torini had imagined. The few remaining defenders did not expect these "refugees" who were supposed to be fleeing in all directions to launch a surprise attack, and they almost gave up resistance the moment the major rushed into the camp, escaping through another gate very quickly. By the time the main force rushed in, there was only mop-up work left inside the entire camp. The soldiers went to collect spoils on their own, while the major walked into the commander's tent of the Elf Army.

  Although it feels a bit like using an axe to kill a chicken, I suppose this is also a classic surprise attack. Next time we return to camp, those greenhorns in the church who have only played chess will be so envious. The major thought somewhat narcissistically as he looked around at the furnishings inside the tent, most of which seemed very familiar and appeared to have been looted from the Great Bear Army's campsite. On the table in the center of the tent were spread out some documents, which the major picked up and took a rough look at before discovering they were written in elven script that he couldn't understand, so he rolled them up and went outside to call for an interpreter.

  As soon as he lifted the door curtain, Colonel saw a green tide rushing towards the camp gate. He was stunned for a moment, but a bullet that brushed past his hair immediately brought him back to his senses. He casually threw away the documents and rushed towards his mount.

  "Damn it, is the plan not keeping up with changes again?"

  Fei's mood was very depressed.

  Around him, more than thirty elven soldiers dismounted their horses, carefully searching every inch of land with rifles equipped with bayonets, occasionally firing a few shots randomly. There was also an elven officer who, under the protection of his soldiers, nervously monitored the surroundings for any signs of movement. Fili continuously calculated the opportunities to launch an attack, but disappointingly found that his chances of death far outweighed his chances of success.

  Luckily, the long gown still had the Feather Fall technique attached to it, so Phil didn't suffer any injuries when he landed. After landing, he quickly cast an invisibility spell on himself and hid behind a withered bush, although in an invisible state, he was still a physical entity, and any movement would affect the outside world, and even the slightest movement would expose him to gunfire. So he could only lie still, not even daring to breathe.

  "Is it necessary to go to such great lengths just to deal with a small alchemist like me?" Sweat from his forehead flowed into the corners of his eyes, but he didn't dare wipe it away, only gripping the positioning transmission ring in his hand tightly. To be honest, he had long wanted to escape like this, but activating this spell required at least thirty seconds of time, and during that period, there couldn't be any slightly large movements, while the intense magical fluctuations and bright lights would expose everything within several miles to everyone. He didn't want to return to the Governor's Mansion in Emon Port as a corpse with bullet holes all over his body. Looking at the enemies walking back and forth before his eyes, an intense fear of death crept up on Fili's heart.

  Last time in Glorious City, he had the help of Grand Druid, Red Robe Mage, Zor Warrior and ubiquitous militiamen. But here he was alone, most of his equipment still on that abandoned carriage, even the magic that was the foundation of his survival was almost exhausted. He couldn't help but regret, if he hadn't taken the Governor's carriage when leaving the camp, maybe he wouldn't be in such a desperate situation now.

  After searching again and again without finding anything, the elves seemed to be getting impatient. Several of them conferred with the elf officer, who then pulled out a large number of small glass bottles from his body, which must have been stored using a spatial ring or similar item. Fili's eyes widened as he stared at the bottles.

  "It's Blazing Glue!"

  Fili was well aware of the pros and cons of Ignis Fatuus, a viscous substance that ignites spontaneously when exposed to air. Once it gets on your body, no matter how hard you roll on the ground, it can't be extinguished. It can be smothered with soil, but once again in contact with air, it will reignite. Washing it off with water is also difficult. Now that it's the season when grass and trees start to wither, the spirit is trying to force me out with fire!

  As expected, the elf soldiers dispersed after receiving the flammable gel and immediately rode their horses in different directions, setting fires at multiple points. The flames instantly rose into the air, and with the increasing wind, quickly turned into walls of fire. Waves of heat rushed towards Phil from all directions. What's more, one of the fires was slowly approaching Phil's hiding place! Not far away, the elves' gun barrels were fixed intently on this area, and someone was holding a bottle of flammable gel ready for the next attack.

  "It's all over!" Fili fell into despair, as he prepared to activate the positioning teleportation ring, thinking about whether to write a few farewell messages on his clothes, such as where to build his tomb and who to leave his inheritance to.

  But just as he was reluctantly thinking about his own funeral, he was surprised to see that the elves seemed to have received some kind of order and suddenly rode their horses away quickly. After confirming that this was not a ploy to lure the enemy, Fili finally let out a sigh of relief and came out of stealth mode.

  Then he found himself surrounded by a wall of fire that was closing in on him from all sides.

  "Oh no!"

  Gilbert's mood was equally gloomy.

  He was just about to catch those big shots, but unfortunately, as soon as the officer's distress signal appeared in the sky, he had to abandon his prey and rush back at full speed to rescue General Idriel? Liriaton from the siege of the "mob". In his and most elven officers' eyes, the enemies they faced this time were no different from the rioting poor people they often suppressed during peacetime.

  But that was not the most depressing thing. When he returned to the camp in despair, he was surprised to find a cavalry team rushing into his own military camp, and a small number of soldiers who stayed behind were fleeing towards him in terror.

  "Damn it! Get them all up!"

  Colonel Gilbert, who had been harboring a bellyful of anger, finally erupted. He swept aside his usual refined demeanor and with a ferocious expression drew the slender spirit sword hanging at his right waist, bellowing as he charged towards the camp. The other spirits exchanged glances, also grasping their weapons, and followed the Colonel in a fierce onslaught.

  Another fierce battle broke out in the cramped fairy military camp.

  Charlotte's mood became even more depressed.

  When the Elven cavalry charged into the chaotic harbor camp, he was separated from others. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and took off his military uniform to blend in with the refugees, barely escaping the carnage and slipping away with the crowd as the camp turned into a slaughterhouse.

  Then, not far from the harbor, Charlotte was lucky enough to meet a hand-to-hand combat team that had been sent out at night. They were rushing back to put out the fire after seeing the flames. Even more fortunately, he found a small group of lonely elf soldiers nearby, who were escorting a stretcher, and on the shoulder of the wounded soldier's uniform on the stretcher was a huge golden four-star badge that shone brightly and left no doubt! This is a major general!

  In the Elven Army of New Nefaria, there is only one Lieutenant General, that is Idril Lirien, Commander-in-Chief of the Mana Expeditionary Force and Governor-General of Northport.

  Under the temptation of this great achievement, Charlotte led thousands of meat-beating team members to charge towards these unlucky elves with a loud shout. After a fierce beating, no matter how powerful the elves were, they couldn't withstand three punches and six kicks. Moreover, more and more people gathered here with the sound of battle, and upon learning that the elven commander was surrounded, they voluntarily joined the fight, one by one, as if they had taken stimulants, while the elves' resistance became increasingly weak.

  Just as I was about to take off Idriel's head, the elven cavalry returned, and the difference between regular troops and militia immediately showed up in battle. Several thousand humans were scattered by a few hundred elves, and the easy victory flew away, making Charlotte grit her teeth in frustration.

  But now there was still a chance, he comforted himself, and at the same time looked up towards the not far away elf camp, where shouts of killing and explosions were constantly coming out.

  "Come on, boys! Put in more effort and charge forward. Don't let the people of New Samar think we're weak!" He waved a long spear he had picked up from who-knows-where at his panting subordinates and bellowed, "Merit is waiting for us, hurry up and run!"

  Mr. Druid Vinnie's mood was also depressed.

  The black bear was called Black Blind because he was born with highly myopic eyes, and couldn't see things clearly 300 feet (about 100 meters) away. Even the heavily beastized Mr. Druid wasn't an exception. Usually, the little girl Griselda riding on his back could replace his eyes to observe distant things. However, in a dangerous battle like this, Mr. Vinnie couldn't bear to let lovely Griselda participate. As a result, he naturally got separated from others in the dark night.

  He was now standing on a desolate beach, with the azure sea in front of him and endless grasslands in all other directions. There wasn't a single house or person in sight. A small stream flowed gently beside him, where many brightly colored fish swam in the crystal-clear water, making Mr. Druid even hungrier as he hadn't eaten breakfast yet.

  After countless attempts at catching fish with bear paws ended in failure, the great druid sadly admitted that he had not mastered the skill of black bears catching fish. Facing the sea breeze filled with the smell of fish, his growling stomach let out a mournful howl: "Aoooouuuu..."