In his previous life, Charles discussed the difference between "walking alone" and "attacking flexibly" when he was talking to people, and finally reached some rare consensus.

"Walking alone" refers to warlords and small groups acting on their own initiative for their own selfish interests, regardless of the overall interests of the whole, and concealing them from their superiors and allies through various means when they act.

"Flexible attack" means making appropriate tactical adjustments according to the actual situation on the battlefield under the framework of the overall strategic layout, and notifying superiors and friendly forces.

Clearly, Munch's command belonged to the latter. At this time, the encirclement of the elves has been basically formed, the troops are basically in position, and the attack of the 168th Brigade is also in line with the tactical goal of attracting the enemy's attention, and at the same time, the light of Charles's magic cannon also reminds the friendly troops and superiors that the situation has changed, and the action time half an hour earlier will not have too much adverse impact on the overall situation.

"Battlefield sense of smell" is not something mysterious, not something mysterious and intuitive in it. It is the embodiment of the commander's ability to quickly grasp the main contradictions on the battlefield when he has a deep grasp of the enemy's situation, the friendly army's military situation, and the tactical objectives of the campaign.

Among the elves, there were many officers with the same keen sense of smell on the battlefield as Munch, and at the moment when the light had just dimmed, countless dull "bang" sounds became one, and countless "Charles conscience" flew high in the night, and then fell into the three small camps of the fish-men.

In the midst of the continuous, deafening explosions and firelight, a firefly-like point of light suddenly lit up on the pitch-black earth, and countless black shadows followed these points of light towards the fish-man's camp.

At the same moment, three huge red signal flares rose from the head of Durian City, lighting up half of the sky one step ahead of the rising sun.

Under the persuasion of leading cadres at all levels in Durian City, the old Charles finally dispelled the idea of personally leading the team to participate in the battle, and changed it to sit in the city. Now it seems that the fish-man can't hit the city, so he can only use the fireball technique as a flare to get by.

A spirit hidden in the field lit the fuse, and the sparks on the fuse burrowed into a large wooden barrel hooped with iron bars.

There was a muffled "bang" in the barrel, which was dug directly from a piece of hard ironwood, and then a black "Charles Conscience II" rushed out of the barrel, crossed the sky illuminated by the firelight, and came to the sky above the fish-man camp.

The "Charles Conscience II No. 2" first flew into six smaller parts with a soft "bang" in the air, and then when they landed, they suddenly burst into a ball of orange white fire, and countless fragments with flames suddenly swept through every inch of space nearby, igniting everything they touched.

The ubiquitous explosions made it impossible for the fish-men in the camp to assemble, and the "conscience" that fell irregularly could occasionally try their luck to kill the assembled team.

Eugene's camp was set up from the wrong starting point, and if the elves were only attacking one camp, the other camps would provide effective reinforcements.

But he didn't expect that in this operation, the elves would gather more troops than he imagined, and then surround his camp at the same time.

Some of the elves took advantage of the chaos in the small camp to blow up the wooden walls of the camp and launched a surprise attack on the camp when the "Charles' conscience" completed the mission shift.

On Charles's side, the light generated by the magic cannon instantly dazzled the fish people in the dark, and Charles, who wore the mask, and the elf, who was ordered to close his eyes in time, had no pressure on this.

The fish-man's strikers were immediately set on fire by the magician detachment and the archer detachment of the 168th Brigade, and after a round of firepower coverage, Munch personally led the team up and eliminated them in a short time.

The long-range attack of this group of fish-man mages and harpoons is a mortal threat to the 168th Brigade, and if more than a thousand fishmen are gathered to launch a long-range attack, the 168th Brigade will definitely not have scum left.

So at this moment, the infantry all rushed forward in small teams, mixed with the fish-men lined up on the road, and divided the fish-men into several parts.

Immediately after disposing of the vanguard, the mage detachment and the archer detachment moved to both sides of the road that had become a battlefield to provide fire support to the infantry.

Charles flew into the sky after a blast of the cannon, and soon found the Fishman Commander at the back of the group, shouting for his troops, and then flew through the air to decapitate him with a broadsword.

Then Charles was surrounded.

Seeing that there were enemies all around, Charles no longer hid his secrets, and used all the plug-ins he should use.

The gift package that Reimu gave him before going out has a super plug-in that can be called the standard configuration of the protagonist - the mentally handicapped aura.

The mentally handicapped aura acts directly on the soul, which can make the thinking of soul-bound beings dull and confused.

When he was experimenting with death, even Elizabeth and Artoria had their food in their nostrils.

I won't talk about the rest of the story, it's too miserable.

And this aura was not legally released, so Charles didn't dare to use it when he had teammates around, for fear that the pig teammates would solve himself first.

Now that Charles is surrounded by enemies, it's the perfect time to use the Retarded Aura.

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All of a sudden, the fishmen within fifty meters around Charles were stunned, and the movements of their hands slowed down. There were even a few fish-man mages who were ready to cast spells and got it wrong halfway through the spell, and ended up being eaten by the spell.

Next, Charles, who brushed himself with a three-piece buff set of strength, resistance, and sensitivity, began to drive Musou in the crowd.

One blood flower after another bloomed under the light of the sword, and one life after another was annihilated on this dirt road that was usually only walked by farmers.

The rear of the fish-man team was suddenly turned upside down by Charles alone, and he was unable to organize a limited counterattack for a while.

When Charles broke through the Fish-Man's team, the surrounding allies also completed the encirclement of the unplanned team.

Charles hurriedly turned off the mentally retarded aura, and then jumped outside the encirclement of friendly forces to rest.

At this time, his body was covered with blood and water, both fish-man and his own.

After all, there are too many fishmen, even so many retarded people can kick him to death with one swarmed crowd. Fortunately, his armor was good, and he only received a little flesh wound, and the most serious thing was a hole in his left shoulder, but he had already used healing techniques to stop the bleeding.

When the friendly medic saw the bloody Charles, he hurriedly put him on a stretcher and ran to the medical station.

After cleaning the wound at the medical point, Charles refused to allow the priest to waste his strength on his body, and after a simple bandage, he ran to the side and healed the wound with the scabbard of the EX curry stick.

By this time, the three camps on the periphery of the Fishman had been cleared, and the sun had climbed into the eastern sky.

Outside the fish-man's camp, the elves surrounded the water and began to build fortifications.

Now there are more than 30,000 fishmen in the fishman camp, and if you fight hard, the casualties will be too great to outweigh the losses, so let's fence them first and let the other party lose their sharpness.

At the same time, to the east, Karl smashed down the crossbow of the bed crossbow, and three spears more than a meter long flew towards the fish-man in the distance at an extremely high speed.

Just now this became the place where the fishmen broke through, and the ballista detachment that came to reinforce suffered a bit of a big loss, and half of the fighters on this ballista were wounded, and Karl, who was nearby, hurriedly rushed up to help.

The wind magic at the end of the spear activates, making the spear's speed undiminished.

Karl, who was turning the winch to wind it hard, didn't know if he had hit the target or not, so he just fired it at a place where there were many fishmen.

When they rewound the strings, they noticed that the fish people in the distance were confused at first, and then suddenly began to recede.

So they shot three spears at the fish-man pile again with maximum range.

Also watching the fish-men retreat was Badr, who relied on the village to defend them with ease, and the fish-men had to return with a feather after leaving a corpse on the ground.

Then both Karl's unit and Badr's unit received an order to advance and shrink the encirclement.

One by one, the latest news reached the command room of the southern war zone of Osmanthus City, and the green banner representing the elves on the huge sand table surrounded the blue flag representing the fishman, and the eight battlefields from east to west were without exception.

Elizabeth, who was standing by the sand table, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and now the overall situation was decided.

She stretched, but unfortunately there were no curves.

She hadn't been out of the command room since she found out that Sebastian had landed, and she only squinted a little in the lounge next to her when she was resting.

More than 200,000 Fishmen are now divided and surrounded by superior forces on eight battlefields far from the river, and it is all that needs to be done to destroy them before the Fishmen's reinforcements arrive.

As for how to eliminate these fishmen, that's a matter for the front-line commanders.

And it takes a lot of time for the fish-people to organize enough reinforcements, which is enough to encircle and end the battle.

Even if the fish-men were fast enough, Elizabeth wouldn't mind another encirclement point to help.

After stretching, Elizabeth gave an explanation and left the command room, she now needed a hot bath and a good night's sleep.