The First Volume The Most Absurd War Twenty-Eight, Plans Can't Keep Up with Changes (Middle)

  Twenty-eight, plans can't keep up with changes

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  Major Rick Torry sat irritably on his horse, helplessly watching the crowds swaying around him, with an urge to cry in his heart.

  It has been more than an hour since we set out from the port, and the sky is already showing a fish belly white. However, the team has only just arrived at the south side of the Spirit Camp. When the night raid plan was formulated, it clearly did not take into account the difficulty of these people walking on unfamiliar terrain at night. Especially tonight, with dense clouds and darkness covering the grasslands, the team almost fell apart as soon as they left the camp.

  The enemy camp that was burning with bonfires was a fairly obvious landmark, but unfortunately the elves had quickly executed light control after discovering their own actions, and the entire camp disappeared into the darkness in an instant, leaving him suddenly blind. In the darkness, he couldn't find where the enemy was, nor did he know where he himself was, let alone where his subordinates were.

  People around me were crying out in fear, some idiots even lit torches, which led to a string of artillery shells. Although we didn't suffer any losses due to the distance, this further added to the chaos of the troops. The original arrangement was completely abandoned by people consumed by fear, who were running around like headless flies, shouting and screaming. Even the few rational individuals were at a loss, unable to do anything but follow their instincts.

  It wasn't until the sky was slightly bright and he could see things in front of him that Lieutenant Colonel discovered himself to be due south of the fairy camp he had planned to raid, with scattered soldiers all around him going in every direction, some even falling into the water. The thousand cavalrymen assigned to him were mostly dispersed, leaving less than two hundred following him. As for the arsonists... they were burning down their own barracks at Glory City Harbor!

  "How did it become like this? It's really a case of plans not keeping up with changes! The strategic lady is on top, and this is the worst battle I've ever seen!" The lieutenant colonel painfully held his head, feeling a strong sense of helplessness.

  As the priest serving under the strategic goddess, Yin Hong Knight, Rick Torini inherently detested any chaotic and disorderly actions, but the chaos of this raid had already far exceeded his imagination, and the battle hadn't even truly begun yet!

  "It seems that next time we return to camp, I'll definitely become a laughing stock for everyone." The major thought gloomily and felt extremely humiliated as one of the planners of this chaotic battle. He couldn't care less about hiding anymore and started loudly calling out to his subordinates to regroup, anyway there was nothing left to hide from the enemy now. As for what to do next, his mind was still a complete blank.

  But sometimes the so-called plan can't keep up with changes, which means that changes will provide you with a new plan. Before he could call back many of his subordinates, the events that followed left Major Rick Torry's mood soaring from rock bottom to peak in an instant.

  "Did the elves rush out?" The lieutenant rubbed his eyes in disbelief, confirming that he wasn't seeing things. "Heavens, it's true." He stared at the green figures moving quickly in the distance, his mouth agape, and swallowed hard. "Six hundred, no, at least seven hundred, almost all of them have come out!"

  A warm feeling suddenly surged from Rick Torry's toes to the top of his head, that happy feeling was just like drinking a big bowl of the finest honey. He let out a long sigh and began to arrange the next tactic under the weak morning light.

  "This time we must win, if we lose again it would be unreasonable."

  "Really seeing a ghost, why is everything coming to me?" Fili anxiously dodged and resisted the waves of attacks that came as thick as cow hair, once again feeling what it meant for plans to fail to keep up with changes.

  Under the morning light, a fierce chase was unfolding on the open plain. Just like many years ago, as prey, Norm Governor and Fili were extremely depressed. The cumbersome carriage had long been abandoned, and the guards around them had either been killed or scattered, leaving only a dozen Zorvath warriors. Although their side had inflicted more damage on the elven pursuers, the relentless enemy behind them made it clear who was the victor.

  Hundreds of elf soldiers rode on the war horses they had just captured from the camp yesterday, frantically shouting various slogans and firing their guns at the fleeing men non-stop. Although there were occasionally unlucky guys among the pursuers who fell off due to poor riding skills during the bumpy ride, the number of soldiers continuing to pursue was still more than a dozen times that of the fugitives.

  "Ah!"

  A Zor warrior clutched at his shoulder and let out a miserable cry as he tumbled off the horse's back, before he could even get to his feet, he was trampled by the pursuing soldiers' horses and rolled to one side in a bloody mess.

  "Bang!" A bullet of broken magic pierced the magical shield, and the next shot hit Fili's back directly. Although the pink long gown with defensive power comparable to chain mail successfully blocked this bullet, the huge impact force still made Fili's eyes dark, almost falling from the horseback. "If I had prepared flight magic, you would have been a pile of corpses by now!" He could only curse like this, then lowered his body and continued to charge forward with his head down.

  It's common knowledge that modern college students basically can't ride horses, and Feili is no exception. After coming to this world, he didn't strengthen his training much either, so at this critical moment, he suddenly panicked.

  Luckily, he was a decent mage, and with a flick of his eye, he gave the horse a bottle of taming potion, which allowed him to ride it steadily. However, since the horse had become easier to ride, its speed naturally slowed down as well. Along the way, Phil stayed at the tail end of the fleeing group, only because the governor's riding skills were equally terrible, or else he would have been left behind. Being in this position, he naturally bore the brunt of the pursuing soldiers' attacks and was on the verge of collapse.

  "Greasy trick!"

  "Mire Technique!"

  "Ma Youfu's Strong Acid Arrow!"

  In order to disrupt the enemy's pursuit, Fili desperately cast one attack spell after another. However, casting spells on a bumpy horseback was a completely new challenge for him. The landing point of each attack was extremely inaccurate, and most of them did not take effect. Bullets and crossbow arrows were still pouring down on him like heavy rain. If it weren't for his fear of death, he would have died long ago under the hail of anti-magic bullets, with only a handful of defensive spells stored in his portable magic terminal that could hold 300 spell slots, using up all the magic he could remember each day.

  The officer-like spirit in the back shouted something, and with Filili's level of proficiency in the spirit language, she could barely make out the words "concentrate", "attack", and "pink". Then another hail of bullets came sweeping towards him, knocking down the protective magic that had just been replenished. Fortunately, the two groups of people had pulled back a distance again, so when the bullets flew over, their force was no longer great, and Filili narrowly escaped once more.

  "It's going to be over if it goes on like this, I have to think of a way." Phil was covered in cold sweat and his eyes were rolling around, "Right, how could I forget that magic, Acceleration Technique!"

  The next moment, Feili shot up from the horseback like a cannonball and drew a standard parabola in the direction of the front.

  "Oh no, I forgot to give Ma a boost too!"

  "Damn it." Looking at the dense crowd in front of him, Idriel's forehead was covered with cold sweat due to fear and pain. He struggled to get up and escape, but a severe pain came from his feet, causing him to fall heavily to the ground.

  He barely lifted his head to look around, and the few remaining elven soldiers were still fighting bravely to protect their leader. The explosion of gunfire, the collision of metal on metal, the shattering of armor and flesh, the roars and screams of humans and elves filled every corner of the narrow battlefield. Next to him, the only elven wizard was under the protection of the surrounding soldiers, desperately casting fireball spells, acid arrows, and high-level storm spells at the crowd that was attacking them. Each spell could knock down a large group of people, but unfortunately, more people would immediately fill in the gaps, continuing to attack the less than fifty-strong elven army with swords, guns, and even wooden clubs.

  "Damn it, is this what they mean by 'no plan survives contact with the enemy'?" Idriel punched the ground in frustration.

  Idriel, though an army commander, like most pure-blooded elves, was not skilled at or fond of horseback riding. Moreover, unlike F?anor, Idriel did not have the benefit of a taming potion. As a result, before they even reached the enemy's harbor, Idriel's mount threw him off its back with great force, breaking multiple bones and leaving him completely immobile for some time.

  At that time, Idriel didn't take it seriously and even ordered Gilbert not to delay his own time, leaving only a small team of soldiers to escort himself back to the camp. Most of the soldiers were led by him to continue pursuing those big human figures. But as soon as Gilbert left, a large number of human soldiers suddenly appeared out of nowhere and launched a siege on this small squad!

  The fierce battle had been going on for a long time, and although the Elf Army was well-equipped and brave in combat, they were not invincible either. Moreover, they were also hindered by Idriel's inconvenient movements. While making the enemy pay more than ten times the price, over ten of their own side had fallen as well. Originally, Idriel still wanted to wait for Gilbert and his men to successfully drive away the enemy before coming back to rescue himself, but now it seemed that he wouldn't be able to wait until then.

  Another soldier was stabbed through the gap in his armor and fell down with a miserable cry. Idriel's last nerve finally snapped, he struggled to sit up, and handed a signal flare to the elf wizard who had exhausted her magic, "Fire the distress signal! Tell Gilbert to come back and rescue us immediately!"

  Note 1: One of the two sacred days exclusive to the Scarlet Knights Church. Every "Midwinter" festival, the church holds a "Retreat", a solemn ceremony where the priests of the Scarlet Knights gather together to review and discuss all battles within the year, discussing strategies for each battle, analyzing tactics for each fight, and compiling the essence of their discussions into the church's classics. On April 1st every year, they hold the "Queen's Gambit" celebration, where followers of the Scarlet Knights can temporarily loosen their usual restraints and burdens, engage in various revelries, and play tricks on each other in games. A full-day Western chess (also known as "Lanceboard") tournament is also held, with the winner receiving praise from everyone, a champion title, promotion in rank, and sometimes even getting to choose an award from the church's armory. Many priests who worship the Scarlet Knights also serve as Divine Champions, warriors, or martial monks.

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