pjbooks Chapter 26 White Eagle Squad's Feint Attack
Chapter 26 White Eagle Squad's Feint Attack
The Japanese team leader stared at the information on the communicator, his fingers clenching so tightly that his bones cracked.
Signals from the Chinese team were detected in the direction of Tower F and Tower G.
Three teams, with at least eighteen people, are approaching at high speed.
He looked up and saw that Zhao Leiguang's two shields were already glowing with a pulsating, earthy yellow light. Fifty meters was a distance that could be covered in less than three seconds with full sprint.
If we defend back, we won't be able to hold F and G towers, and Japan's points will be wiped out.
Without retreating to defend, the path opened up, and the first squad from China charged straight into D Tower, rendering all of the White Eagles' deployment useless.
two seconds.
"Splitting up! Akiyama, take your men back to defend Tower F! The rest of you stay with me!"
Six people left, and six people stayed.
Zhao Leiguang, who was on the other side, chuckled when he heard the order.
"Hey."
Before Xiao Qianyu could give the order, he slammed his two shields together, maximizing the vibration frequency of the Earth Pulse Suit. He compressed himself into a gray iron ball and blasted towards the six Japanese Awakened Ones on the rocky ridge.
A brutal collision.
The Japanese melee combat system emphasizes the samurai sword's Iaijutsu—a technique that focuses on the extreme burst of power in the instant the sword is drawn, making it excellent for dealing with single targets. But Zhao Leiguang's fighting style is completely incompatible with theirs.
You draw your sword and find an angle, but instead of exchanging blows, he charges at you with his shield and all.
The aftershocks of the war ripped through the ground, sending rubble flying and tearing a large hole in the six men's position. Two melee warriors fell simultaneously, one still in the stance of drawing his sword, having rolled four or five meters away.
In the chaos, an arrow shot from the side of the rock ridge.
The arrow's trajectory was wrong—it didn't fly towards the front row, but instead drew an arc, heading straight for the back of the line.
Lu Yan.
The crisp sound of metal colliding.
Shen Xinglin intercepted the arrow in mid-air with his lance. With a twist of the lance shaft, the arrow was deflected, shattering into two pieces that fell to the ground.
Lu Yan turned to look at him.
Shen Xinglin's warhorse was just two steps away from him, with his lance held horizontally in front of the saddle, his eyes fixed on the front.
"You can't miss a single hair on Qianyu's head."
After saying that, he spurred his horse and rode away, pointing his spear forward, heading straight for the Japanese archer who had secretly fired a stray arrow.
Lin Chuxue didn't waste the gap that Zhao Leiguang had created in the front row.
Ice pick technique.
Three ice spikes were embedded in the feet of the Japanese healer, one of them striking his ankle. The healer's movement was blocked; he ducked, trying to break free—
Wen Yue's scatter grenades have already landed.
The coverage area is three meters. The patient is positioned exactly at the center of the circle.
After the explosion, nothing was left in that area; a white light from the system swept everyone away. Permanent exit from the frontline secret realm.
Without healing, the remaining five Japanese Awakened Ones' health bars began to drop unilaterally. Zhao Lei blocked the front, Liu Yiyi flanked and circled behind, and Lin Chuxue and Wen Yue's crossfire blocked their retreat. Within twenty seconds, all five were killed.
The last Japanese assistant crushed the retreat scroll, and he disappeared into the rocky ridge enveloped in white light.
The first squad crossed the blockade line.
But new troubles followed.
The three minutes spent being held back by Japan came at a significant cost. Li Tianshan's voice came through the communicator; the signal was somewhat distorted by the magnetic field of the secret realm, but every word was clear.
"Five White Eagle squads, totaling thirty people, have been confirmed in the D Tower direction. This includes White Eagle Squad 1, led by captain codename 'Silver Eagle.' Do you wish to continue?"
Thirty people.
Xiao Qianyu glanced at Lu Yan.
Lu Yan's question was very practical: "So, how about it? Are you confident?"
Zhao Leiguang chimed in from behind, slapping his shield down: "Heh heh, you should be asking, can they hold out?"
Xiao Qianyu gave the order.
"Without further ado, let's rush to Tower D at full speed."
She switched to the communication channel and spoke very quickly: "The three squads on the flanks, abandon F and G towers, and all turn to D tower to encircle them. We will engage White Eagles head-on at D tower."
In the channel, all three team leaders replied one after another that they had received the message.
The first squad sped up. Zhao Leiguang ran in the lead, his two shields clanging as he ran.
Eight hundred meters away.
People from White Eagle have appeared.
The thirty people were divided into five groups and spread out in a fan shape with Tower D as the center.
The formation was well-organized, and the spacing between the positions was controlled precisely to the meter—it was clear that this was not a hasty deployment.
Standing in the very center was a man, covered from neck to ankle in full silver-white heavy armor, with an eagle emblem on his shoulder armor that was larger than the others.
Captain of the First Squad of the White Eagles. Codename "Silver Eagle".
The White Eagle Empire's acknowledged strongest Awakened One.
Three hundred meters.
Silver Eagle raised his right hand.
The thirty White Eagle Awakeners simultaneously halted their advance.
Silver Eagle stood there quietly, his gaze piercing through the three hundred meters to land on the first squad.
Zhao Leiguang's smile faded.
He had clashed with the people of the White Eagle Empire several times, and what he encountered were either verbal attacks or underhanded tactics.
The kind of opponent who doesn't utter a single unnecessary word is the most difficult to deal with.
Lu Yan stared at the White Eagles' formation for five seconds as he ran.
Not right.
The five squads were not positioned in a defensive formation around Tower D—they formed a U-shape, with the two wings extending forward and the center concave.
Pocket formation.
If the first squad charges into the central depression from the front, the two flanks will immediately close in, creating a three-pronged attack. The objective is not to defend the tower, nor to engage in team fights—
It was an encirclement and attack.
The target of the encirclement and killing was only one person from beginning to end.
"Sister Qianyu," Lu Yan pressed the communicator, "Their formation is a pocket. Their flanks are extended forward, and they'll close in once we're inside. Don't go in front."
Xiao Qianyu ran three steps ahead of him, and when she heard this on the communicator, she didn't even turn her head.
"Let's go, right wing."
The first squad abruptly changed direction, the eight men slicing like a knife towards the right flank of the White Eagle formation. Only a six-man squad was positioned there, originally intended for a pincer attack.
Zhao Leiguang was waiting for this order.
crash.
The shield guards of the right wing squad didn't even have time to raise their shields before Zhao Leiguang pushed them out, shield and all.
The trampling of war followed, crushing the ground, and six people fell to the ground.
The white eagle's pockets can't be closed anymore.
The other four squads began to adjust their positions and tighten their encirclement—but their flanks were empty at this moment.
Shouts of battle erupted simultaneously from three directions.
Three flanking squads from Huaxia attacked from the north and west of Tower D.
The twenty-four men had clearly been holding back for a long time before their charge. The captain leading the charge was hoarse from shouting.
Thirty people against thirty-two people.
The wasteland surrounding Tower D has turned into a battlefield.
The skill's visual effects painted the blood-red sky with a riot of colors, while the sounds of metal clashing and explosions created a chaotic mess.
Zhao Leiguang was facing the combined fire of two White Eagle squads head-on. The luster on his shield shattered and overlapped layer by layer, and Su Yunqing's healing was practically glued to his back, pulling up his health.
Lin Chuxue and Wen Yue's long-range firepower was reaping the scattered White Eagle soldiers, each elemental burst and grenade landing taking away a chunk of their health.
Amid the chaos, Lu Yan stood aside, protecting himself while counting the number of people.
wrong.
The six members of the White Eagle First Squad never appeared in any corner of the chaotic battle zone from beginning to end.
Through the gaps in the smoke and dust, six silver-white figures were moving rapidly along the outer edge of the battlefield.
The route precisely avoided all the fighting crowds, like a scalpel cutting towards the very back of the battlefield.
His position.
Zhao Lei was entangled in the front and couldn't break free.
Xiao Qianyu was providing support to another Chinese team twenty meters away. Shen Xinglin's warhorse was caught in the vortex of the melee.
All that remained was Su Yunqing's healing shield covering him, and the clicking sound of Wen Yue loading ammunition into the World-Destroying Thunder.
Silver Eagle walked at the very front of the group of six.
His silver-white heavy armor was spotless—he hadn't even joined the battle yet. His stats were at their peak.
Lu Yan gave a cold laugh.
"Ha, they're coming for me again."
Wen Yue called out to the team at this moment.
"I'll postpone this for now; I've run out of ammunition. I'll switch to crossbow bolts now, but it will take 10 minutes to make new ammunition!"
"Everyone, their target is me. One of you is not in the fight," Lu Yan quickly reminded them.
"Alright, everyone, retreat and defend, focusing on Lu Yan in the battle."
The members of the first squad began to retreat quickly.
Shen Xinglin was on the outer perimeter, covering Lin Chuxue's retreat, when suddenly, a knight rushed out of the shadows, carrying a huge trap net.
"Oh no, their real target is Shen Xinglin!"