Forty-fourth night attack

The day is fleeting. It's afternoon again.

In the monitoring room, the gray and white cloak is adjusting his instruments with the cooperation of Worchell.

"I said, you turned the power up too high. Worchel was helping, but he was disagreeing. "In this way, although you will completely suppress the will of the white-handed boss, it will also have many adverse effects. Stimulated by this, the green-skinned brain may develop irreversible lesions. ”

"I don't need him to live a long life, I just want him to survive these two days. ”

Yesterday it was just a guess about the Dwarven Legion going on a night raid, but today, the speculation is backed up by evidence - based on satellite observations, the Dwarves are regrouping.

Reorganizing the armament but not strengthening the defenses of the base camp, even the most stupid people can see that the dwarves are planning to take the initiative. However, the disparity in combat power between the two sides is too great to make a head-on battle impossible, so there is only one answer left.

"Woo...... Nailed it. The gray cloak picked up the adjusted helmet. From his face, it can be seen that his current physical condition is not very good, but at this time, there is a sickly excitement supporting him. "The power is adjusted to three times the normal. Now, no matter how determined that orc is, he won't trouble me anymore. ”

Tonight, he's going to teach the Scarlet Duke a lesson, and then tomorrow he's going to finish off the Scarlet Duke's dwarven legions. Of course, it would be better to cut off the opponent's head directly on the battlefield.

"To be honest, I still think it's a bit of a problem. Worchel was frustrated again at this time. "Duke Scarlet has the assistance of artificial intelligence, he shouldn't make such a mistake!"

"It's possible that he won't come, but that's okay. The gray cloak replied dismissively. "Tomorrow his legion will be finished, anyway! You don't think that a small number of dwarves and a wall with little defense can stop me from besieging me on all sides, do you?"

What he said was the truth. Because the dwarven base camp was very rudimentary, with only a thin wall, and there was not even a supporting trench. No matter how you look at it, it is impossible for the dwarves to withstand the onslaught of an army of greenskins ten times their size. From this point of view, the dwarves can only take the initiative and try to defeat the greenskins by using the night attack. Although the probability of victory is low, it is better than nothing. After all, as long as you can take out the Greenskins in the night attack, then the Greenskins are likely to be scattered.

What the Gray Cloak is trying to do today is to make the dwarves' already low chances of victory completely disappear.

It took a lot of effort for the grey cloak to make the disdisciplined Greenskins able to deal with night raids (he didn't expect the Greenskins' discipline anymore, as long as they were willing to fight). In fact, counter-night raid operations are not a simple matter. This is due to the fact that dwarves have good dark vision and are able to move unaffected at night. The greenskin's dark vision is much worse than that of the dwarves. This alone is a natural advantage for the dwarves in night raids.

Besides, night attacks are never simply attacks along the way, but are divided into multiple detachments and harass from all directions, forming a great momentum to deter and disrupt the enemy. Then the main forces took the opportunity to go straight to the heart of the enemy formation. Therefore, one of the core keys to countering night attacks is to determine the direction of the enemy's main attack. Only when the main direction of attack is clearly identified can we take targeted actions. If you can't judge the enemy's main force, then it will definitely be no problem to hold the camp, but it will be difficult to take the opportunity to counterattack. In other words, at most, he could only make the dwarven legion of the Scarlet Duke unable to take advantage, but he could not make the other party suffer a big loss.

However, it is not enough to keep the dwarves from taking advantage of it. At least not enough in the gray cloak heart. You must know that he has such a big advantage that he even has control over the enemy's every move. If in this case, if he does not seek merit but no fault, and can repel the night attack of the dwarves, then he will look down on himself.

"He's going to come. Wolfell replied. "I focused the satellite at the camp...... Therefore, we can clearly see the various movements of the camp. That was definitely pre-war preparation...... Since they didn't build fortifications, they must have launched a night attack. And it is just right in distance and time, too. ”

Due to the dwarven helicopters circling the heads of the Greenskins, Greenskin's every move is under the watchful eye of the Dwarves. Of course, the dwarves had no idea that their every move was also under the watchful eye of others.

"Then let them wait!" the gray cloak smirked, and he put on the helmet-like instrument. This time, the lights on the case began to flicker wildly.

......

It was getting dark.

Thanks to the reconnaissance of the helicopter, the actions of the greenskins by this time became widely known. Hardly anyone expected Greenskins to play this trick - not even the dwarves with the longest beards and the most experienced in combat. When they had crushed the Tin Boss's army with the help of ogres, each dwarf thought they could celebrate this great victory in advance. This is not a victory in a battle - but a victory in the entire military operation to regain the peninsula. The greenskins have no strength to resist, and the remaining greenskins are scattered and unorganized, and will be easily broken by each one.

Who would have thought that the remaining greenskins would suddenly be organized by a boss and come straight to the dwarf base camp?

It's hard to believe, but it's logically possible. As every dwarf knows, the rise of the greenskinned War Commander is always sudden, and you can't tell when a War Commander will pop up. And the rise of the war commander is always very rapid - waste wood is still waste wood after a hundred battles, and the cattle can dominate the rivers and lakes in a short time.

As for the location of the dwarf base camp of the Green Skin, this can also be explained - in the army of the Iron Boss before, there were many Green Skins who escaped sporadically. If these goblins accidentally discovered the dwarven stronghold during their escape, and then defected to the newly rising war commander, then there is a reasonable explanation for the current situation.

In the dwarven camp, infantry, musketeers, war machines are ready. The dwarves knew that this was a night raid, and that too heavy cannons could not be carried too much for the needs of the march.

The soldiers were lined up in a march, ready to go. As is the rule of all such operations, the middle and senior officers gathered in a large conference room in the middle of the camp to prepare for a pre-war mobilization meeting and assign tasks.

The problem was that the general who summoned them, the Great Foundry Ashrufat, was not there. All the officers were waiting there.

"The master said that he would leave the camp for a walk and would come back later. "This is news from a herald. This news is shocking enough, but the next one is even more alarming.

"The master said that everyone can set off when it gets dark. Just march slowly with the machine, and he'll catch up. ”

The order was unbelievably ridiculous. If this is a human army, then at this time the officers will probably already wonder if the general fled alone. However, the dwarves' natural sense of honor and morality made them completely unaware of this, because it was impossible for a dwarven general to do such a thing. Besides, every dwarf has seen how the Great Foundry Eshuphat had taken the lead in the previous battles.

Although this was a very strange thing, the dwarven officers reluctantly accepted it. They were talking about the uncanny topic in private—more than one dwarf thought that Master Ashruphat might have been insane due to a blow to the head. However, since this is the general's order, they can only obey it for the time being.

......

The white-handed boss stood on the hillside, watching the goblins finish the camp under the supervision of the orcs. If any of the greenskins stood on one side and looked at the boss carefully, they would be surprised to find that the look flashing in the eyes of the white-handed boss at this moment did not belong to the greenskins at all. In fact, this is also true. Because at this time, all kinds of thoughts and thoughts that don't know where the Dao came from were forcibly stuffed into the mind of the white-handed boss, so that its original green-skinned thinking and memory were completely suppressed to the bottom of consciousness. It's not so much that he's still the white-handed boss, but that another consciousness has completely taken over the body.

Normally, Greenskins don't pay much attention to camps, but when entering dangerous, vulnerable areas, Greenskins will also build camps with some defense. This task has always been done by goblins. However, the white-handed boss didn't really need to build a strong camp today, he just let the goblins build it at will.

It was getting late, and the Greenskins camp had already been built. Unlike normal camps, Greenskin has built a total of five camps tonight. There are four sub-camps in the southeast, northwest and northwest, plus the main camp in the middle. There were about 3,000 greenskins camping in each sub-camp, and the rest were all concentrated in the main camp.

From the Greenskin's point of view, the boss's request is simply ridiculous. Since you know that the dwarves will come to steal the camp, why should you set up any camp? Just wait for the dwarves to come and start fighting!

But that's not what the white-handed boss (or the consciousness that occupies the body of the white-handed boss) doesn't think so. He was well aware of the contrast between the dwarves and the greenskins. On the surface, he seemed to be scattered, but this formation would allow him to clearly determine which direction was the main attack of the dwarves. In fact, what he was really worried about was that the dwarves saw that the situation was not good, and they turned around and slipped away. In this case, although it is said that the dwarves can still be eliminated tomorrow, but his elaborate arrangements are all in the soup, and it becomes intolerable. He didn't even realize his real motive for doing so, and that was his desperate desire to prove that the Scarlet Duke was no match for himself—in any way.

The dwarves don't have many troops, so they can't spread their forces and attack from many sides. Although he said that he looked down on the Scarlet Duke, he also knew that the other party was a battle-hardened battle, and it was impossible for him to make too outrageous mistakes. The dwarven harassing forces are held back by the greenskins of the sub-camp, while their main attacking force can (if nothing else) crush the sub-camp and then go straight to the center. However, at that time, he will completely crush the dwarven attack with absolute superiority.

It's dark at night.

The white-handed boss waited patiently in the camp. If it is a normal army, there is no way to rest when it is known that there will be an enemy sneak attack tonight. However, Greenskin's loose nature once again came into play, and although the Boss had announced that there would be a dwarf attack tonight, a large part of Greenskins slept comfortably. However, the white-handed boss did not prevent this situation, because this would be equivalent to providing a free disguise, and even if the dwarves sent out spearheads to reconnoitre, they would not be able to detect the actual situation of the greenskins.

There was silence in the camp. Neither the sleeping greenskin nor the greenskin, who was waiting hard, made a sound. It's time to come...... The white-handed boss held his magic battle axe in his hand, and watched the moon pass over the treetops in an indescribable state of excitement. The moonlight is good tonight, which is in favor of the Greenskins, as the dwarves' night vision will be largely negated.

Suddenly, a scream shattered the silence of the night. The sound seemed to be a signal, and in an instant, the entire Greenskinned camp was in an uproar. The sounds of fighting, shouting, and screaming came and went, and the battle of the four sub-camps around them began almost simultaneously.

His wait was not in vain. The white-handed boss suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and began to listen carefully to the sounds on all sides. However, it seems that the harassment of the dwarves is done decently, and for a moment it is impossible to tell where it is being attacked head-on and where it is only being harassed from the periphery.

Moreover, no gunfire could be heard in all directions, which may indicate that at this time there was harassment on all sides, and the real main force of the dwarves had not yet entered the battle.

Cunning action!, the white-handed boss judged in his heart. However, he knew very well that the dwarves did not have many infantry. No matter how brave they are, they can't offset the numerical inferiority. So the main forces of the dwarves will definitely launch a fierce attack from one of them. Until then, all he has to do is wait patiently.

The white-handed boss stepped out of the tent, and outside the tent, the orcs and the terrified goblins were waiting for a good fight.

"Boys, listen up!" reprimanded the white-handed boss loudly. Although the greenskins all know that the boss has been very wrong lately, they can only obediently listen to the boss's lecture now. "Wait here, wait for the dwarves to come, and then we'll meet you head-on. ”

The boss and the boys looked at each other in confusion, and the way the boss spoke was incomprehensible to them.

After a short while, a group of goblins from the western sub-camp ran to the white-handed boss crying and shouting. "Oh no, boss, we've been overturned!

"Too much?" Before the white-handed boss could come to his senses, another group of goblins fled into the camp. From the direction they had come, it was clear that they had escaped from the camp to the south. "Boss! We can't stand it! They're coming!"

The white-handed boss had not yet come to his senses, but he saw countless staggering figures bathed in the moonlight and appear outside the camp.