owlsbooks #310 - Chapter 310: The Professionals of Yanhai Plane Retreat
#310 - Chapter 310: The Professionals of Yanhai Plane Retreat
The Imperial Plane Professionals moved a distance towards the low hills, and countless arrays appeared out of nowhere, slowing their speed and adding various negative statuses.
The foremost group endured various negative statuses, unleashed a barrage of skills on the ground, and then quickly retreated.
The retreat was effortless, without any hindrance.
This was because the underground conditions here were unique, and in conjunction with the arrays, they could prevent people from approaching the low hills; however, those who moved away from the low hills would not be affected.
This was a place where attacking was difficult, but retreating was very easy.
Next, the group took turns going to the front, enduring negative statuses and launching attacks, quickly destroying the various arrays and occupying the low hills.
The Tier 5 commander arranged for a portion of the people to re-establish the defenses, and then led the remaining people to quickly enter the Flame Sea Plane's occupied area to wreak havoc in important enemy areas.
On the other side, after observing the teleportation array for a period of time through the voodoo doll, Fang Che discovered that the Flame Sea Plane Professionals were communicating anxiously.
According to the information Fang Che learned from the messengers, at this time, the team that entered the occupied area of the Flame Sea Plane was taking advantage of the enemy's empty rear to wreak havoc, and no one could stop them!
The Professionals of the Imperial Plane on the other side were firmly holding back a large number of Flame Sea Plane experts, and the remaining defensive forces of the Flame Sea Plane were simply unable to resist the team that was wreaking havoc.
Before long, Fang Che discovered that the teleportation array of the Flame Sea Plane was teleporting over more Professionals.
Fang Che quickly saw through the professions of these people and recorded them.
Before long, the number of newly arrived Professionals reached one thousand.
Fang Che quickly picked up the bell provided by Zhao Guan, injected energy, and shook it.
"Ding-ling-ling~"
The crisp bell sound spread far, and a messenger quickly ran to Fang Che and said, "Senior, please give me the enemy list."
"Wait a moment." Fang Che quickly recorded the complete information of the one thousand and first Professional and pushed the notebook to the messenger.
Then, Fang Che took out a new notebook to record more information.
The messenger took the notebook and quickly ran to a table next to Zhao Guan, using the [Text Copy] skill.
The next second, the text information copied by Fang Che released black energy and fell on a dozen blank notebooks, copying the same text.
Immediately afterwards, a group of messengers came over, each took a notebook, and transmitted information to the outside through communication tokens.
The messenger who copied the notebook left the cave with the original and came to the vicinity of the teleportation array not far away.
On the teleportation array side, a large group of Professionals were waiting here.
After the commander here saw the information provided by Fang Che, he quickly took out the casualty situation of each team, and then cooperated with the information provided by Fang Che to allocate and adjust the Professional teams.
When the teams were assigned, the Tier 4 Professionals who had already come here to participate in the war led these teams to different areas to meet with other commanders.
With the addition of these people, the Professionals of the Imperial Plane maintained their leading advantage, and the Flame Sea Plane did not gain any advantage.
In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
At this moment, in the command room near the teleportation array of the Flame Sea Plane, a Tier 5 Professional rushed in anxiously and shouted, "The enemy is attacking!"
This person did not use the password as required, and the others were not interested in punishing him at the moment, all with anxious faces.
A red-skinned bald man in the first seat also forgot the password and asked angrily:
"Have the people teleported over in the past three days not achieved any victories?"
The Professional who rushed in shook his head and said, "No, after sending them to defend, they either did not find the enemy, or they lost contact directly after meeting the enemy."
The bald man continued to ask, "How is the situation on the big battlefield?"
The Professional who rushed in replied, "It is still in a stalemate. The Professionals sent there are either dead, or are preparing to replace the dead and continue to die; now everyone has lost their fighting spirit. If it weren't for the motivational skills, they would have already collapsed!"
The bald man asked irritably, "How about the enemies on the big battlefield? Haven't they seen through our professions yet?"
The Professional who rushed in replied very helplessly: "They are constantly rotating their defenses. Every time we determine their profession, they will leave and change their professional configuration; although we are also rotating our defenses, the enemy has determined our specific professions, and it is easy to see through our weaknesses, we simply can't beat them. I think, let's retreat!"
As soon as this was said, many people were a little moved.
Now that the main force is restricted, the reinforcements are quickly eliminated, and the enemy will soon hit here. It will be too late if they don't run now.
The bald man looked at the emotions of the crowd and said with a face full of unwillingness, "We were about to eliminate the enemy before, but now we have to escape, how could it develop like this!"
The Professional who rushed in was a little worried that the bald man would be stimulated to insist on fighting, and said eagerly:
"The battle situation is ever-changing, and it is not a victory until the last moment. We don't need to care too much about this failure. Let's quickly order a retreat! There is a chance to avenge only if we survive."
Others also persuaded: "Let's retreat, don't fight."
"There is no need to fight anymore, we are powerless to fight back."
"This defeat must be because the enemy who is good at scouting information has come. Others have already been defeated by that enemy, and it is understandable that we failed too."
"We should retreat in time and summarize the experience of failure for others..."
The bald man listened to the advice of the crowd, clenched his fists unwillingly, but finally sighed and ordered decadently: "I order, retreat."
"Yes, sir." The crowd shouted excitedly, and quickly ran out of the room to contact their own people and prepare to retreat.
Fang Che didn't care when he heard the retreat order from the Flame Sea Plane Professionals, and continued to record the information of the newly teleported enemies.
Before long, the enemy stopped teleporting over.
After another period of time, those Tier 5 Professionals led their own people and began to retreat.
The red-skinned bald man checked the map and drew retreat routes for others.
After retreating most of the Professionals, the red-skinned bald man and the remaining people took out a pile of communication tokens and transmitted information: "Orderly retreat, the retreat route is..."
After transmitting the retreat information to all the teams, the bald man and others no longer stayed and left.
At this moment, in the occupied area of the Flame Sea Plane, the surviving red-skinned Professionals received the retreat order and chose to retreat without hesitation.
They all knew that a group of fierce enemies had broken in, and they had already prepared to retreat.
On the big battlefield where the Professionals of the two planes were in a stalemate, the Flame Sea Plane commander heard the message and looked at the Imperial Plane Professionals who were watching eagerly, sighing: "I'm afraid a group of people will have to be sacrificed."
The Flame Sea Plane commander pondered for a while and said, "Group Three and Group Six, move to the east side to find enemy loopholes, Group Nineteen..."