beep--
The giant beast horn was blown, and the mighty army continued to march forward. As their footsteps moved, dust rose up and flew all over the sky, forming billowing dust.
The team composed of goblins, lizardmen and headhunters marched forward, with shouts, curses and the sound of war drums in the ears.
In this corner of the wilderness, there has not been such a large-scale mobilization of troops for many years, and almost all tribes have forgotten the horror of large-scale battles.
The reason why a cancerous race is a cancerous race is not only because they act arrogantly, but also because they have terrifying numbers and combat effectiveness, which makes others dare not fight back.
On the top of the hill, the commanders of the coalition forces gathered together, all looking very proud; their plan had succeeded.
"Hahahaha... the main force of the undead has returned as expected."
"Yeah, I thought they were so awesome."
"No matter how powerful they are, they can't abandon their own nest."
"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have gone looking for them. I could have just attacked them directly."
Looking at the coalition forces below, they were full of pride and felt that the battle had already been won. Even the undead were afraid of such a terrifying number of legions.
If they weren't afraid, why would they leave?
If they hadn't decided to attack the lair of the undead, they might have been able to hide for the rest of their lives. The terrifying undead in the legends were nothing in front of hundreds of thousands of coalition forces. They could be destroyed with a wave of the hand.
They even felt that they were making a big deal out of nothing. If they had known that the undead were so cowardly, they should not have sent so many elite troops.
The coalition forces formed by the three tribes this time are all composed of elite soldiers, who were drawn from the Gege tribe. They are all good fighters and can be said to have given their all.
Not to mention the undead, they even dared to touch the races in the central area. The powerful strength of the coalition gave them immense confidence.
The treetops of the highest peak in the Mountains of the Dead.
"Wow, it's really spectacular." Li Ziyu held onto the tree trunk and looked at the land in the distance. Dust and smoke were rising over there, and a dark army was moving slowly.
"Wow, it reminds me of The Lord of the Rings." Liu Xingxing shouted with excitement in his eyes.
"There are not so many actors in The Lord of the Rings. This is an army of hundreds of thousands. It looks like we will only have one or two days left. How are we going to fight?" Zhang Peng squatted on a tree, smoking a cigarette and talking incoherently.
During this period, he and Liu Xingxing would go out for a stroll from time to time, killing many spies, and occasionally provoking and harassing the enemy's vanguard. Although they did not go to war with the vanguard, they did slow down the enemy's pace.
Now the enemy's large force has arrived, with no intention of hiding at all, and they are coming in such a mighty force. It seems that they are planning to head straight for the Ghost Mountains and start a decisive battle with them.
"Let's take action tonight and get rid of their vanguard first. As the military strategy says, he who strikes first is the strongest, and he who strikes later will suffer." Li Ziyu retracted his gaze. There was a camp near the Ghost Mountains. It was the vanguard of the Cancer Legion with a number of nearly 30,000.
"Which book of military strategy says this?" Liu Xingxing asked in confusion, scratching his head. If you say this sentence is an old saying, then there is no problem. But if you say it comes from the book of military strategy, then that is a bit too much.
"...Grandson?" Li Ziyu said after a moment of silence.
"Which grandson?" Liu Xingxing kept asking.
"A brief analysis of the art of team management." Zhang Peng said silently.
"Is this book a strategy of war? It doesn't sound like a strategy of war at all. It's not even an old book! You can tell from the name that it's a modern work." Liu Xingxing felt that Zhang Peng was fooling him. Why? He was clearly asking for advice humbly.
"How come it's not an old book anymore? You still read it." Zhang Peng turned his head to look at Liu Xingxing and said calmly.
"Nonsense! I have never read such a book." Liu Xingxing immediately retorted. He didn't study management, so how could he have read any "Brief Analysis of the Art of Team Management"?
"Journey to the West, haven't you read it?" Zhang Peng said with a chuckle.
Liu Xingxing: (_)ヾ
West, Journey to the West?
I've actually read this. I haven't read the original book, but I have watched the 1986 TV series several times. However, the brief analysis of Journey to the West and the art of team management... well, it seems to really make sense.
"Even if it's Journey to the West, it's not a military strategy!" Liu Xingxing suddenly reacted and said to Zhang Peng.
"Stars, look down, are they high?" Zhang Peng pointed downwards.
The tree they were standing on was no one's idea of how old it was, but it was so high that someone could definitely fall to their death.
"It's high." Liu Xingxing looked down and replied.
"If you ask any more questions, I'm afraid that your grandson will be thrown down by the boss and die before you can accomplish your mission." Zhang Peng said sinisterly.
Forehead……
Liu Xingxing shut up and glanced at Li Ziyu secretly, but saw that Li Ziyu was looking into the distance seriously, and he felt relieved.
He finally realized his mistake. It didn't matter whether that statement came from the Art of War or not. What mattered was that it was Li Ziyu who said it.
…
At night.
The sky was plunged into darkness, the stars disappeared, the moon was dark and the wind was strong.
About five kilometers away from the Undead Fortress is the vanguard camp of the Cancer Alliance. Nearly 50,000 soldiers occupy a large area. Various tents are scattered around, brightly lit, and shouting sounds can be heard.
Goblins in armor were having dinner around the campfire, their weapons thrown beside them, playing and laughing while eating. Every now and then a goblin would get angry and start a fight with the people around him, while the other goblins had no intention of trying to stop the fight, but instead cheered on from the side, as if they were afraid that the world would not be in chaos.
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