The sun rises in the southeast, and the small hills at the rallying site are pulled out in a long shadow under the sun, covering a large area to the northwest.

Amid the lush woods, shrubs and grasses of the valley, a barren gravel patch stands out in the shadows, like a yellow-brown bald spot out of thin air in a sea of green.

I don't know if it's because of the poor soil, the sparse vegetation and flat terrain may not be suitable for insects to breed, but it is a good battlefield.

Ants also like to choose flat terrain for combat, and most ant commanders' thinking is biased towards two-dimensional, and an overly complex three-dimensional battlefield will make commanders have big heads. This gravel field is a good address.

Today, right now, on this gravel land, the Legion of the Divine Messenger will fight a decisive battle with the "Divine Allies" of the Scythe Hunter Ant Tribe to decide the hegemony of the Hilly Lands.

Let's raise our gaze and look down from the sky.

Entering the battlefield from the bottom of the northern valley was the army of the Divine Messenger King. They were numerous, tightly formed, and well-groomed.

From west to east, Rambopho's Second Army and Rambovan's Third Army were already lined up to form a single front.

The First Legion, led by the most elite Roll, was in reserve in the rear, an unsheathed blade that would only be wielded at critical moments.

There were 4,500 warriors in the three legions, and some flying knights assisted in the reconnaissance.

In terms of the "Holy Allies" coalition, it is completely different from the scene of the Divine King's legion in strict order.

On the side of the coalition forces, the tribes stayed in their own positions, forming two loose fronts, one in front and one in the back.

The Scythe Warriors were larger and more sparsely arranged, so although there were less than 2,000 warriors on the coalition side, the width and thickness of the loose formation that was discharged exceeded that of the Divine Envoy Legion.

In the "Holy Allies" coalition front, the most combat-ready hill warriors are concentrated in the middle position, and they are also their own sharp blades.

- I'm the dividing line -

I walked into the battlefield with the warriors of my tribe, and we were on the left side of the second row of the front.

The tribe of giants is on my right, and the tribe of flying is on my left.

Each tribe chooses its own battle position, so everyone likes to be next to the tribe they are familiar with, which is also a kind of bond.

As for the first row of the battle line, they were all tribes who had not participated in the battle before, and they were in high spirits, and they were in the first line ready to charge.

Most of the tribes on the second line have already participated in the war and have some losses, but they are also more experienced in combat and will engage as the backbone of the follow-up.

This kind of front arrangement is the traditional formation of "sacred allies" that have been passed down from generation to generation.

Although I was in the second row, my tribe was on a small dirt slope and the terrain was high, so I was able to get past the allies in the first row and see the enemy on the other side.

The enemy also entered the battlefield in a neat formation under the guidance of the scouts. Their warriors were arranged in tight circles, in small squares, and within the squares, each warrior barely had room to turn around. Only in the middle of the block, there is a narrow gap.

However, I did not dare to underestimate the enemy's formation, and in the two previous encounters with outsiders, the most heroic warriors could not take advantage of such a tight formation alone, and would always die or retreat under the combined force of the enemy. Only by gathering the strength of many warriors to clash together can it be possible to break up the enemy's formation.

As soon as the enemy's formation was fully deployed, they began to advance towards us.

Every short distance they advance, the originally straight line becomes slightly distorted by the speed of their advance, the undulation of the terrain, and so on.

At this point, they will stop, re-straighten the line, and move on until the next regroup.

Perhaps, when the opponent's formation is messy, it is a good opportunity to launch a surprise attack?

The idea popped into my head, but it was quickly dismissed.

The enemy was too cautious and began to adjust every time the formation showed just signs of messiness. Moreover, the distance between the two armies is still too far, and our fighters rush to the enemy as fast as possible, facing the enemy who has already completed the rearmament.

The army of outsiders quickly advanced to a distance of about two full jumps of ordinary warriors from our first line.

They stopped, stopped advancing, and began to adjust their lines and formations one last time.

We all know that this is a signal that a big war is coming.

In the first row of tribes, the chief warriors of each tribe were the first to cross the crowd and come to the front.

The chief warriors searched for the highest spot in the vicinity, either a small slope, or a stalk of grass, or a stone.

They all danced the war dance, and a pungent hormone smell spread with the wind, and the soldiers who smelled this breath had red eyes and were full of high fighting spirit.

The dance of war was not yet over, and the tribe had already taken the lead in the assault, and they crossed the originally straight and complete battle line, and like arrows, they rushed towards the ranks of outsiders.

With the assault of this tribe, the tribes of the first front began to charge, some in front and some behind, and an irregular line of charge was extended.

I know that the first secret weapon of the army of outsiders is about to appear.

Sure enough, just as the allies in the first row were rushing forward like a raging wind, a black mist suddenly rose from the outsider army.

The "black mist" was extremely fast, quickly rising into the sky, and then drawing an arc and falling at a rapid speed, quickly enveloping the charging allied forces.

I have experienced the same scene myself, and I know that the "black fog" is actually a pile of stones and hard clods of earth.

These stones and clods of earth hit our carapaces with little pain, but they were rarely fatal.

The real threat is that these dense blocks of stone and dirt hit our tentacles and arthropods, and the unlucky warriors will be disabled on the spot, and the lighter ones will lose some of their senses or mobility.

If you happen to be hit in the gap of the carapace, there is a possibility of internal organ damage.

There is no good way to deal with this dense attack of guava clods, but to count on yourself to be the lucky one, and then quickly rush through the open field between the two sides and entangle with the enemy.

I, my broken leg, and the giant were all hurt, but luckily none of them were hurt. And the tall man, who was originally agile, died in the ensuing grapple after two joints were broken.

Now, the allied forces in the charge are also facing the blow of these dense stones and clods, I hope they can hold on!