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It was really clean, even the bones were eaten by Disaster as a midnight snack.
The president patted his forehead and said, yes, the domestic citizens with their own heavy weapons could not deal with the disaster. How could these outsiders who came here empty-handed and could only buy some rifles on the local black market?
So he was no longer in a hurry, and with a wave of his hand, he ordered the mayors gathered in Moscow to go back quickly and take this opportunity to develop tourism. He himself happily ran to the vicinity of the disaster, holding a telescope to watch the outsiders queuing up to die every day.
Zhang Mu understood the situation in Russia clearly, and felt helpless towards those stubborn people who were looking for trouble with pistols in hand.
"Okay, they are all stable. Come back after the battle."
With a mutter, he summoned a portal to the continent of Thor.
As soon as he arrived at the palace, the king received a report from the guards and hurried over to tell Zhang Mu that Domit was looking for him urgently.
Zhang Mu was a little confused. He had just met him a few hours ago. What urgent matter could there be in such a short time?
When asked, the king didn't know either, so he immediately flew to Domit's headquarters.
After entering the cave, before Zhang Mu could ask, Domit grabbed a piece of paper and said, "It's strange. Today, our sniper team that was carrying out guerrilla missions on the edge of the plain suddenly suffered a large number of casualties."
"how many people?"
Domit looked down at the paper and said, “I have formed a total of 60 two-person teams, divided into two groups, taking turns to snipe the small groups of the coalition forces.
There were casualties in the past, but only two or three groups a day at most. But today... 18 teams lost contact today."
"Sacrificing more than half of them?" Zhang Mu was a little surprised. He took the paper and asked while reading it, "Do you know the reason?"
"According to the report from the returning team, the missing team did not send out any message for help."
"Instant kill?"
Zhang Mu put the paper on the table next to him and frowned: "The sniper team communicated using wireless headphones, right?"
"Yes."
By using wireless headsets to communicate, they could send out distress signals almost simultaneously when faced with an attack that they could not defeat, but none of the 18 teams sent out a single distress signal.
"High-level professional?"
"No." Domit denied, "The saint next to the king has been observing the ground from the sky. If there are high-level professionals, he will definitely be able to sense it."
"Interesting." Zhang Mu laughed and pulled a wooden chair to the side and sat down. "Then it can only be a large-scale deployment of low-level professionals?"
"I think... it's unlikely."
"Oh? Why?"
"The coalition forces have sent out patrol teams composed entirely of high-level knights and high-level magicians. I asked Mr. Blois to wipe out several of them. The coalition forces have not sent out any more."
The purpose of Domit sending sniper teams to fight guerrilla warfare is to train soldiers. It is barely acceptable to have a few high-level professionals in a patrol team, but what is the point of training soldiers if they are all empty-handed?
That's why he asked Blois to "remind" the coalition forces not to have too many high-level professionals in the patrol teams.
Novak also understood this, and since then there have never been more than three high-level professionals in a team.
After all, only the patrol team composed of all professionals was destroyed that day, while those mixed with ordinary people and professionals returned safely. If he couldn't guess Domit's intention, he would not be worthy of being the marshal of the coalition forces.
Novak also considered sending his own Saint-level warriors to teach the sniper team a lesson.
Unfortunately, all five of them refused.
If they fight Lake's three saints head-on, they have a great chance of winning, but if they are ambushed in the open... they will probably lose many men in an instant.
In the opinion of the five people, it didn't matter how many ordinary soldiers and professionals below the Saint level died. There were so many of them in every country anyway, and it was not worth it to take the risk of being ambushed.
Zhang Mu waved his hand: "You misunderstood, I'm not talking about high-level knights and high-level magicians, even... I suspect that the people sent by the coalition forces are not even mid-level professionals."
"Ah?" Domit was stunned for a long time before saying, "Senior knights and senior magicians can't withstand sniper rifle bullets. What's the point of sending lower-level ones?"
"Then what's the point of sending some snipers who pose no threat to high-level professionals?"
"I'm training soldiers."
"That's right, they are also training soldiers."
Zhang Mu patted the chair next to him and motioned for Domit to sit down as well.
After he sat down with a puzzled look on his face, Zhang Mu said, "Your sniper team has been harassing the coalition forces all day long. It seems to be very effective, but the actual damage caused to the coalition forces is not too great, right?"
"The upper limit of the killing of ordinary snipers is only high-level professionals, and there are too many high-level professional coalitions, but we don't pursue killing the enemy, right?"
"Yes, our purpose is to train soldiers, and the coalition must have guessed this." Zhang Mu folded his hands across his chest and looked at the cave wall, "The saint-level of the coalition is stronger than ours as a whole, but only to a limited extent.
They would not send out Saint-level soldiers for a harmless sniper team, for fear of being ambushed and killed in the process.
We have captured one of the six saints. If another one dies, they will lose even their apparent strength, so they can only endure the harassment of the sniper team.
But it's very uncomfortable to endure it all the time, not to mention watching us train and seeing the snipers' shooting skills becoming more and more skilled and accurate. It would be a lie to say that I'm not anxious.
then what should we do? "
Zhang Mu put himself in the role of the commander of the coalition forces: "You train the troops, so I will train too.
You train snipers, and I train low-level professionals who are adapted to snipers. By the way, I can also seize your weapons research. Even if I can't copy them, I can use them to familiarize the soldiers and let them know how to deal with your weapons. "
Zhang Mu basically guessed Novak's intention.
Aren't you going to train your soldiers? Are you complaining about the poor training results of high-level professionals?
Okay, then I will send low-level professionals to patrol. You won’t let the Saint-level take action again, right?
In fact, it is not surprising that this was revealed. Novak’s cards were almost exposed. It just depended on whether Zhang Mu could understand them.
Obviously Zhang Mu understood.
Domit understood: "Marshal, the coalition forces...are planning to practice with us?"
"Well, not only can we train a group of professionals who are familiar with hot weapons, but we can also solve the trouble of being harassed by sniper teams. Why not do it?"
"The 18 teams we lost were wiped out by the coalition's low-level professional teams?"
“It’s true that the individual strength of low-level professionals is far inferior to that of high-level professionals, but when their numbers increase, a two-person sniper team will definitely not be able to handle them.
I guess the enemy was disguised as ordinary people, and their strength was suddenly exposed when they got close. Plus, there were too many of them, so the sniper team was caught off guard and couldn’t even send out a signal for help. "
"Marshal, I understand." Domit smiled. "Since the coalition forces have a tacit understanding, we will of course cooperate."
Seeing that he knew what to do, Zhang Mu said nothing more and got up to return to the capital.
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Allied Forces Camp.
The commander's tent.
Novak stood beside the table, looking at the table full of sniper rifles, binoculars, wireless headphones and other equipment, and his mouth couldn't help but grin.
"Mr. Brando, your plan is really brilliant!"
"It was the Marshal who arranged it properly." Brando did not take credit for it.
“Hahaha…” Novak accepted it with a smile, and then did not hesitate to praise him, “It is only because you saw through the enemy’s plot that we can achieve this.
You do have a keen eye, and according to your plan, I sent out a patrol team of junior knights and junior magicians, and Lake's Saint-level warriors really stopped taking action."
Brando smiled slightly: "Knowing that no actual damage could be caused, they still sent out the team regardless of the loss of weapons and soldiers. I can't think of any other intention except training the troops."
Novak stroked the sniper rifle on the table and said, “Finally, these annoying mosquitoes have been taught a lesson.
Um...someone come!"
The adjutant opened the door curtain and came in: "Your Excellency Marshal."
"Send one copy of each of these things to the craftsmen, and for the rest... clear out a tent and display them on brackets so that our soldiers can look at them every day."
"Yes!"
"Oh, right." Novak stopped the adjutant who turned around, "Give the order to send more patrol teams of junior professionals to the edge of the forest."
"Yes!"
Looking at the adjutant's back as he walked out of the tent, Brando smiled inexplicably and lowered his head to flip through his magic book.
Take a day off
I forgot to say, I need a day off today.
Chapter 355 Novak: The mighty rhinoceros is indestructible.
A wonderful small-scale encounter is taking place in the wilderness.
Three sniper teams were lurking in the lush grass, with their respective observers spying through the gaps between the grass at the patrol team approaching slowly in the distance.
"Fifteen in total, with the usual personnel configuration, ten knights with shields, and five magicians."
"Level." asked the sniper.
"I'm watching." The observer moved the telescope to the professional's right shoulder and stared at the badge for a while. "Knight junior, magician apprentice."
"It's a fat sheep!"
"Ten junior knights, replaced by apprentices... not a single one can be allowed to escape!"
Because there are obvious differences in strength among professionals of different levels and the difficulty of combat also varies greatly, Domit has developed a conversion mechanism - the decimal system.
That is to say, one trainee is equivalent to ten apprentices, and so on. Of course, high-level professionals are not included. The change from low-level to high-level is a qualitative change, and simple quantity conversion is not applicable.
Since the two sides reached a tacit understanding to train each other, the sniper team has gotten rid of the threat of high-level professionals and can concentrate on fighting the enemy.
However, fortune and misfortune go hand in hand. Not only did the coalition not send high-level and mid-to-high-level professionals, even junior personnel were rarely dispatched, resulting in the current configuration of mostly apprentices mixed with a small number of junior personnel.
Killing one junior is equivalent to killing ten apprentices. There are ten juniors in the team coming now. Their preciousness is self-evident. No wonder the three teams of snipers are excited.
The patrol team was still far away, and they took advantage of the moment when the enemy was approaching them to formulate tactics through wireless headphones.
"After two months of fighting, they have become smarter. If they are attacked by surprise, they will flee immediately if they cannot find our location in the first place. Hmm... I suggest we fight closer."
"Objection. Junior knights have already mastered the skills of charging knights. If you get too close, you will be killed."
There were three teams, two of which held opposite opinions, and the crucial vote fell on the last team.
He seemed to be hesitating as well, and neither team heard any sound coming from the headphones for a long time.
A few minutes later, the two people in the last team finally spoke up: "Objection, if they get close to us, we will definitely die. We can't even escape. We can't take the risk."