There was something out of place nearby. That was a sign of danger.
The patrol captain was not an Extraordinary and could not perceive the surrounding environment with magic power. However, an experienced veteran would not be much worse than an ordinary low-level Extraordinary in terms of battlefield perception. The crisis instinct that he had honed through many life-and-death experiences allowed him to keenly sense the dangerous breath in the environment, and the Secondary Mind Cleansing Spell in the standard helmet allowed him to be extraordinarily focused, and his sensitivity was close to that of a low-level Extraordinary.
Hostile individuals were lurking nearby. Their numbers were unknown, but they did not seem to be monsters from the mountains.
They had already noticed the presence of the patrol team but had yet to take action. They probably had not found an angle to attack or were not sure of the details of the patrol team.
The patrol leader did not speak rashly. Instead, he quietly gestured a few signals behind his back. This simple tactical sign language was an essential skill for the Cecil Combat Soldiers. It was said that the original inspiration came from a young man among the first batch of refugees. Everyone in the patrol team was proficient in it.
When the soldiers saw the captain's hand signals, they immediately changed their formation and prepared themselves according to the direction indicated by the captain. Then, they quickly rushed to the nearest cover and opened the safety of their thermal ray guns. Just as they did that, a subtle sound of something breaking through the air was heard!
The patrol captain was shocked. The attacker's reaction speed was beyond his expectations. His soldiers were already very natural when they changed their formation, and the communication between him and the soldiers was also very subtle. However, the attacker still immediately realized that he was exposed and decisively launched an attack. This was not an ordinary bandit, not even an ordinary professional mercenary!
Fortunately, the patrol leader was alert in advance. The moment the sound of something breaking through the air was heard, the veteran had subconsciously raised his left arm. A translucent energy shield instantly formed and blocked most of his body. A few crossbow bolts clanged against the shield and slid off the energy shield before falling to the ground.
In that split second, the patrol leader had reached for a crystal grenade at his waist. He swung his arm and threw it in the direction where the attackers were hiding. The soldiers behind him did the same. Seven to eight metal lumps with ticking sounds cut through the air and flew into the distance in a parabola. The entire process was as smooth as flowing water, as if it was a conditioned reflex.
Just as the thane had taught them during training, if they could not be sure of the enemy's situation, they should at least throw a round of grenades. Even if the explosion did not kill them, it could still disrupt the situation and create an opportunity for attack or retreat.
Everything happened in just a few seconds. Compared to the Cecil Combat Soldiers who reacted almost instinctively, the Typhon team lurking on the side of the mountain path was in a state of confusion from the start.
It was not that they were not elites, but they had never seen it before.
Everything was different from what they had expected. It was different from what they had heard or seen before!
This team was one of the infiltration teams that had entered the Gloom Mountain Range at the same time as Typhon's team. They had chosen a route closer to the north side of the mountain range. Two low-grade Knight and one low-grade mage were in the team. They had discovered the existence of the patrol team early on, but the special terrain of the mountain path made encountering them inevitable. So they decided to use the blind spots to ambush and annihilate the patrol team that seemed to be equipped with strange equipment. In the beginning, the Typhon soldiers had predicted that this would not be a problem at all. With the advantage of an ambush, they could kill the patrol leader and two to three soldiers with the first round of crossbow bolts. Then the mage would take advantage of the chaos to bombard the patrol team that had fallen into chaos with fireballs or arcane missiles. Finally, the Knight would lead the soldiers forward to reap the lives of the patrol team.
But before the attack could be launched, the Ansu patrol team reacted. They quickly changed their formation and looked for an advantageous position as if they had rehearsed it in advance. It was impossible to see how they completed the communication at all!
The Typhon soldiers had no choice but to hurriedly launch an attack. But the first round of crossbow bolts were all blocked by a magic shield.
They were all blocked by a magic shield!
The patrol leader, who was wearing infantry armor and looked like a warrior, was actually a mage who could instantaneously cast a magic shield?
Just as the Typhon soldiers were stunned, they saw the enemy launch a counterattack. Several strange metal lumps were thrown at the place where they were hiding.
Although they did not know what the metal lumps were, the conditioned reflexes developed from years of training and actual combat were effective. The mage in the team raised a magic shield in the nick of time. Then, a thunderous explosion erupted outside the magic shield.
In the end, the arm strength of a human was limited. The crystal grenades that were thrown out did not reach the most effective killing position. Most of the explosions occurred far away. Only two crystal grenades smashed in front of the magic shields of the imperial soldiers. Along with the powerful magic explosion, the magic shields were torn apart, and the mountain rocks used to cover them collapsed. However, because of the shield's obstruction, the power of the explosion was greatly reduced. The soldiers hiding behind the shield were unharmed.
In a cloud of dust, one of the Typhon Knight, who led the team, unsheathed his longsword. His body was wrapped in the glow of magic. He was the first to rush out of the meaningless hiding place and charged at the Ansu soldiers who knew how to throw "explosive magic tools".
"Follow me and charge!"
With the Knight's command, the rest of the Typhon soldiers also rushed out of their hiding place. They were ready to end the battle in hand-to-hand combat on the narrow mountain path.
This development was completely different from what they had planned. But these battle-hardened Typhon elites were still very confident. They were confident that no soldier from any country could defeat them in hand-to-hand combat. The patrol leader might be a mage with a unique taste in clothes, but he could not possibly bring every soldier with him to be a supernatural, right?
The enemy rushed out of their hiding place. The patrol leader was relieved when he saw the enemy rushing out of their hiding place. He shouted, "Focus fire on the Knight in front!"
Streaks of scorching rays pierced through the large cloud of dust raised by the crystal grenades. The charging imperial knight was immediately hit consecutively. The protective aura on his body flickered violently, and after resisting for a moment, it quickly dissipated.
Only then did the knight realize how stupid it was to rush out. However, there was no place to hide on the narrow mountain path. With a slight sound of armor being pierced through, the knight fell on the path of the charge.
The soldiers behind him did not realize what had happened until the knight fell to the ground. They stared blankly as their powerful commander fell to the ground in the middle of his charge. Their own bodies were still running forward due to inertia. The light armor of the ordinary soldiers could not withstand the power of the scorching rays. They fell one after another.
Even though the battle was one-sided, the patrol captain did not let his guard down. He still remembered that he saw the flashing light of the Mana Shield. According to his experience, he knew that the enemy's mage must still be hiding in the rear, and would use the cover of the soldiers in front to prepare a spell attack. Although the enemy's mage would be surprised that the soldiers in front would be wiped out, the enemy's spell attack would still come.
At this moment, a flame suddenly flashed in the floating cloud of dust. A fireball flew through the air.
It was much smaller than the fireball made by Miss Rebecca. Recently, Miss Rebecca had successfully made a fireball as big as a washbasin. She even challenged herself to make two fireballs into the shape of a barbell. These foreign fire mages were really not worth mentioning.
The patrol leader disdainfully evaluated in his heart. He then used the force field shield on his left hand to block the fireball. The fireball was deflected and exploded in a dazzling flame between the nearby rocks. The mage's position was completely exposed.
"Focus fire in that direction!"
The patrol leader shouted. He then directly started to use the heat ray guns on both arms to bombard the enemy mage's position. At this time, the enemies who rushed out were all dead in the charging path. Suddenly, all the firepower was poured on the direction indicated by the patrol leader. In the cloud of dust, the patrol leader saw a variety of magical lights flashing. It could be a shield, or it could be a life-saving magic tool. But no matter what it was, as long as the firepower was not stopped, there would be a time when it would not dodge.
The flashing magical lights persisted for a moment before they finally went out.
The patrol leader was still worried and shot a dozen more scorching rays in that direction. He only stopped when the energy crystal in one of his gauntlets was used up. Then, he replaced it with a new one and led the soldiers to check the results.
They walked through the narrow mountain path. The veteran captain was experienced and told his men, "Pay attention to these fallen guys. Some of them only have their hands and feet injured. Tie them up and don't let them escape."
In the blind spot of the collapsed rocks, the patrol leader saw that the enemy was already dead. There was not only a mage here, but also an armored Knight. Both of them had several holes in their bodies. The mage was killed by a scorching ray in the head.
The knight was supposed to stay behind to protect the spellcaster. His role was to prevent any stealthy assassins or suicide squads from getting close to the vulnerable mage. However, he obviously did not expect that the entire battle would not develop into a melee phase from the beginning to the end. His magic attacks, as if they were free, directly destroyed all the mage's defenses.
This was probably the most humiliating death of the guard Knight.
But the patrol leader would not have any mercy for the enemy, especially this kind of enemy who ambushed him on the mountain path.
He bent down to check the clues left on the bodies, trying to find out the origin of these people.
Although these people were crushed, it was because they were not used to the new fighting style, and they had the advantage of equipment. Otherwise, the patrol captain did not think that he would be able to gain much of an advantage if the two sides were to really fight each other.
Although the soldiers he led were well-trained, most of them did not have much combat experience. But these enemies … from the fact that they could still organize an attack in a chaotic and urgent situation, it was obvious that they were elites.
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