At the forefront of the army was a legion led by a general.

This king is not as senior or prestigious as the Floating Leaf King, but he has also spent a full year in the brutal northern battlefield. Although he only led a patchwork army, and the team was full of old and frail worker ants who had not been warned, the Floating Leaf King still trusted him to be the striker.

Naturally, he was willing to obey the wisdom of the prestigious Floating Leaf King, and although his enemies seemed weak, he resolutely carried out the instructions of the Floating Leaf King and meticulously carried out his duties as a striker.

Half of the veteran scouts of the two elite squads were deployed under him.

These scouts repeatedly scribbled along the path of the army, and appeared to be unusually capable.

They not only scout the advance path of the sentinel troops, but also conduct fan-shaped searches to control a certain area nearby, so that in the event of an ambush or surprise attack, they can leave ample warning time for the main force.

These are all valuable experiences gained through flesh-and-blood battles on the northern battlefield, condensing the lives of countless soldiers.

Now, the scouts had walked through a ravine, a terrain that made them very vigilant.

The gully runs north-south and is supposed to have been washed away by a sudden flood during the rainy season.

The bottom of the ravine is about two or three meters wide, and the ground is covered with dried dirt and not much vegetation.

In terms of transportation, this is a very suitable road for the army to advance, with sparse vegetation and flat terrain, and the army of paving ants can follow this ravine expressway to the vicinity of the "bridgehead".

The scouts had scouted the area repeatedly before, and had mapped out a route along the bottom of the ravine.

However, on both sides of the ravine, there is a steep slope of sandy soil, and beyond the steep slope, there is a large area of dense grass on both sides.

This is an excellent ambush battlefield, and if you control the high ground on both sides of the ravine, you can form a condescending advantage, even if the ants lack long-range attack means, as long as they take advantage of the situation, they can also gain a big advantage.

Seasoned scouts wouldn't let go of this potentially dangerous place, even though they'd been scouting it for days.

The three scouts advanced from the path at the bottom of the ravine, and on the high ground on either side, there was a strange shaking in the grass.

It was a dozen or so paver ant scouts searching in the grass in a dragnet search, and within half a meter of the cliff face. As long as the enemy army is hidden here, it is impossible to avoid the scout's sensitive tentacles.

As a general rule of thumb, if the enemy hides too far, it will not be able to grasp the dynamics of the army of paving ants passing through the bottom of the ravine, and it will not be able to grasp the right time to attack.

Therefore, the search behavior of the Paving Ant Scouts is to clear the troops of potential threats in the most efficient way, which is an experience that only a seasoned veteran can master.

But the Legion of the Divine King, apparently, cannot be dealt with by common sense.

Just above the head of the paver ant scout, about a meter or two in the air, there were several small black dots hovering continuously.

Paving ant scouts don't care about these little flying insects, whether they're flies, moths, or wasps, and they don't usually come to provoke ants, let alone get close to an army of ants.

But these small black dots hovering are the flying knights of the Divine Envoy King's legion.

In order not to alarm the Paving Ant Army, these flying knights hovered at a relatively high height, although this way, they could not scout the details on the ground. But they could not be mistaken by the army of swarms of paving ants, which would be a large, long tide of black ants, which could be seen from afar.

The scouts did not give warning, and the forward legions, under the command of the king, entered the ravine in a long marching column and advanced rapidly at the bottom of the ravine.

Two other corps followed, also entering the ravine. In the end, the rearguard legion led by the Floating Leaf King also entered the ravine.

Although he intuitively felt that the terrain here was a bit unfavorable, the Floating Leaf King trusted the Scouts' abilities.

In the far northern battlefields, when facing a brutal and ferocious enemy, the army of paving ants must rely on the information and time that the scouts continue to trade their lives for in order to deal with the enemy.

All the scouts who have been trained in the northern battlefield are trustworthy, and they are the tentacles and eyes of the large army.

At the beginning of entering the ravine, everything went well, the army of paving ants advanced rapidly, and after more than half an hour, the army could leave the ravine and appear near the stronghold of the big-headed ants.

However, at this time, few paving ant warriors noticed that the height of the cliff banks on both sides of the ravine had risen, and the width of the bottom of the ravine was also narrowing.

In the air, several small black dots that had been circling in a circular flight trajectory were unified in a figure-8 trajectory......

- I'm the dividing line -

A paving ant warrior and a few companions behind her had to bypass a bunch of grass roots in their way, and they were separated from the group by a few centimeters and stuck to the edge of the steep cliff.

At this time, several coarse grains of sand and gravel rolled down the steep slope, and just fell right next to the lone paver ant warriors, and the back armor of one paving ant warrior was also hit by a grain of gravel.

But the impact was nothing, and the paving ant warrior who was hit didn't even feel pain.

It's normal for gravel to fall, and a gust of wind and a beetle climbing over a steep slope can cause this sight. So, this did not alert the paver ants.

However, soon more and more sand and dirt rolled down the steep slope, and even the sluggish paving ants sensed that something was wrong, and they looked up and saw ......

- I'm the dividing line -

Several paving ant scouts were running for their lives, and behind them, several paving ant scouts bravely won up, wanting to slow down the pursuers with their lives and flesh and blood.

Almost suddenly, the scouts noticed that the otherwise calm grass seemed to be boiling, and the blades of grass were swaying everywhere.

The battle-hardened scouts understood that something was wrong.

But before they could take a look, they found that the grass had parted, and the army of big-headed ants arranged in a neat array had already killed them.

In the past, it was almost impossible, the grass cut off the sight of both sides, and when both sides encountered, they should have been unaware of each other.

And the big-headed ant-men are numerous, and the momentum of their actions is also amazing, and it is more difficult to hide their whereabouts, so it should be that the paving ant scouts are more likely to be alert.

And this time, when the paving ant scout just sensed that something was wrong, he found that he had been surrounded.

The Big-Headed Ant Army had already lined up their line, and they were obviously prepared.

A few clever paver ant scouts immediately turned and ran, they wanted to pass the information back instead of dying here.

The rest of the scouts bravely counter-charged, hoping only to hold off for a moment and create a chance for their companions to return.