"Command center received. Good luck!"

It's really an official statement, and the voice coming from the communicator doesn't have a trace of emotion.

Judging from the contact just now, the other party's infiltration this time is not just a scout of a class, judging by their compatibility with each other, it is not like the first battle.

If there are any more mages......

An ominous premonition ran through my head.

"Poof... Purr!"

I slapped my face a few times hard to get the premonition out of my head.

Anyway, I'm also a traverser, and it's too embarrassing to die so easily.

The anime picture of the traverser is filled in the brain, and the ambition is instantly ignited.

"In other words, is this a battle for me?"

"Huh?" Because he didn't know what to say, the operator co-operatively snapped a word.

"It's really my pleasure, I can't help myself!!"

"Alpha?" confused.

This kind of self-talk is like a drum to make fun of myself, and it seems to be reassuring the people in the command center, telling them that I will not run away from the battle or something.

As a tactical mage, let me show off its power here.

"Frost!"

The sudden sound of an inopportune voice interrupted my YY.

The temperature around me dropped rapidly, and I felt like the blood in my body was about to freeze.

"Whew......!"

The nasty greatsword also appeared in time, and by the time I came back to my senses, it was already in mid-air.

It was as if the body had been hit by a running error of 180 per hour, until it was blocked by a large tree hugged by four or five people.

The numbness caused by the huge impact made me feel like a dead man, lying there motionless.

At this time, I really want to complain about my hunch and come whatever I want.

Kaningham's side. Because I was afraid that I would run away again, I would be a dead hand as soon as I came up.

After seeing that I was motionless, I was relieved.

And on my side, I'm actually just adjusting to the impact just now, pretending to be dead just because I don't want the masked man to give me another time.

Due to the radio barrier on his back, there was no danger.

Now that I think about it, it's still a bit good to have too thick gear. However, I reckon the radio is useless.

Cunningham motioned with one hand for a man to come forward and check.

Because face down, I can only judge by feeling. When the visitor was about to lean over to check, he jumped up violently and returned with a sword.

"Poof......

The man came with his hands on his own neck, looking incredulous.

Then I kicked him out and blocked Cunningham as he rushed up.

I didn't have time to check if I was hurt, because the owner of the greatsword seemed to like me very much.

With a kick under his feet, he first rushed out three meters horizontally, dodging the frost arrows of the mage behind him, and then quickly took a few steps back, making an iron plate bridge.

After dodging the masked man's slash, he makes a roundhouse kick with one hand, kicking the opponent's stamina.

Immediately after touching the enemy, he retreated, and two backflips in quick succession widened the distance.

Since it's a sluggish enemy, there's no reason for me to focus all my energy on these two people, the key thing is the existence of the mage, which makes me a little unable to pull away.

Carningham was also very troubled by the situation in front of him, which was clearly in front of him, but he was slippery like a loach, and he couldn't catch it.

And the situation of losing the target from time to time makes him have to be a little more careful.

What puzzled him now was that this enemy scout named "Eye" had a chance to escape, but why did he ......?

After flicking my tail again, I had to stop and re-mark the rest of my special crossbow bolts, which was probably the only leverage I could have survived.

When I took off the radio equipment on my back, the huge hole in the outer packaging, and the electric sparks that "zizzled" from time to time, all told me that this thing was completely useless.

Stand on the ground in a half-squatting position, and the index finger of your right hand is like a snowy field.

"One, Three, Seven......"

A whole reinforced squadron with a full complement.

Removed the magic energy core from the wireless point device, threw the broken device on a large tree, and then got up to confirm the direction.

Since it's sluggishness, let's start with the weak spots.

At this time, I remembered Grandpa Mao's "eight-character policy".

The enemy pursues me and retreats,

I'm tired of fighting!

Because he abandoned the equipment at zero hour, his body was also a lot lighter, and he ran in the farthest direction of himself at high speed. Create a false impression that the other party wants to escape.

"Poof..."

One shot at the face, the two duchy soldiers were eliminated, followed by the third and fourth, who had fallen to the ground before the other side could react.

Because of the Northlands, even the warriors who temporarily serve as scouts don't wear heavy armor, which is why I was able to get it quickly.

Didn't care about the blood-stained snow that quickly froze, and the crossbow bolts on his body were exhausted, so it was necessary to stop occasionally to replenish ammunition.

The military uniform dyed red on my body couldn't tell whether it was the enemy or I always felt blood.

"Shhhh Whew!"

Take a deep breath and get ready to head to the next battlefield, creating some illusions on the ground by the way to steer the enemy in the wrong direction.

My strategy is to use my ability to consume the enemy's living forces as much as possible before the infiltrators react.

Make traps, bait, distract the enemy's main forces, then pick up the weakest spots, and when you succeed, set up the bait again and quickly evacuate.

But even then, Anderson realized that something was wrong.

"Turn on the radio and get in touch with other detachments. Hurry!"

This is perhaps the wisest decision, but it is also the most stupid.

The soldier in charge of liaison took off the radio on his back and turned it on......

The radio station was full of all kinds of jumble distress messages. It seems that the main forces on the front are already in a mess.

"Anderson, call Anderson!"

The call by his first name also says it all.

"I'm Anderson, what part are you?" said Anderson, taking the communicator.

"What the hell is going on?......"

The information that came out of the radio station next made everyone present feel desperate.

It turned out that the command of the Ninth Army Corps was too far forward, and at the time of the first round of shelling, the command function entered a state of paralysis.

Soon after the 7th and 5th Corps entered the hinterland, they encountered the Imperial Light Cavalry, and then reinforcements from the Imperial headquarters arrived.

At the moment, the two are in a state of stalemate.

Over time, a rout is a matter of time.

And the infiltration unit, full of squadrons, in the pursuit of enemy scouts.

One detachment lost contact, the other was disabled. The only force that is still full now is Kaningham's troops.

"What the hell is going on?"

A question mark ran through Anderson and Cunningham's minds at the same time.

Just then a message came from the second detachment.

"Call Kaningham, our department has found an enemy lone scout, and is in pursuit. The words were full of surprises.

How could there still be scouts?, Kaningham realized something, and looked it up on the map.

"Where is the second detachment now?"

"Probably here!" replied the liaison, pointing to a point on the map.

"Root, please describe what the enemy looks like. Kaningham picked up the communicator and said.

"Features? It's about 1.3 meters tall, and it looks more like it's *. ”

“*？”

"Ahh

What the hell is going on?Empire mass-produced "*" type individual scouts?

The answer is impossible, the "fusion", which is currently in the experimental stage of the Empire, has no intention of being put into the Northern Theater of Operations.

"Root, be careful not to lose your target, and wait for my department to help you. ”

In Root's view, Kaningham had only come to take credit.

"Just help, when you come, maybe we'll have completed the capture mission. ”

"Shh

Cunningham turned to look at Anderson, "Looks like this is the end of the mission. ”

"Hmm! When the capture mission of Root is completed, leave the border immediately. ”

At this moment, there was a scream on the radio...

"Help!

"Root, what's the matter?" Anderson hurriedly grabbed the communicator and asked.

"What the hell is that guy... Monster... Stay back... Ah!!h

On the radio, Rout seemed to be talking to Anderson, and it was like talking to himself.

"Root... Call Root, can you hear me?"

The "......" replied that all he was silent was.