Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 175: Military Journal

"According to your reports, after entering the ant nest, Ye Feng and Mo De went to support the other three teams, while your team mainly attacked the queen ant. Is that so?" Asked Windsor Belo.

Alan nodded.

"Then have you ever thought that if the three teams attack together, the time taken to capture the queen will be greatly reduced?" Windsor Belo said.

"Indeed," said Allen, "but at that time, Hubble and the other three teams "

"That's the problem." Windsor Belo sneered, "Team Hubble three, you don't want to play along first." If I lead the team, such a teammate would be screwed. Don't think that I will send troops to save them. Combining the strength of the other two teams would end the battle as soon as possible. Moreover, when the queen was killed, the saber ants would naturally disperse, which was equivalent to helping Hubble's three teams and one horse. If they can't even hold out for this short period of time, they deserve to die in battle. "

Alan was speechless. He now understood the fighting style of his teacher.

'"Alan, you have to understand that there has never been an undying war in this world. No matter how good a general is, there is no guarantee that a battle will be over. All they can do is minimize the damage. It's cruel. In the eyes of commanders, war is often a game of numbers. The only thing that counts is numbers." Windsor Belo put her hands behind her back and looked at the giant fireball on the horizon. "No one is perfect, not even a famous general. After that fame, they carry darkness and sin that are insignificant to outsiders. And the reason they are called famous generals, not war criminals, is because their accomplishments far outweigh the blood caused by their hands."

"As long as the light is brilliant enough, who will pay attention to the shadow under the light? For the general, identify the target and move forward boldly towards the target. As for those small sections at the end of the branch, ignore them." At this point, Windsor Belo chuckled, "You know why I've been ahead all these years. That old man Capullo only eats dust? It's because I know what I'm going to do, and Capullo is worried. Of course, a lot of the reason I'm aggressive is because my foundation isn't as strong as Capullo's."

"But I don't think there's anything. If life can't fly freely and you have to calculate step by step, then what's the fun?"

Alan looked at the female marshal.

The setting sun covered her body with a layer of bright red light. That layer of red light burned and danced like flames, just like Windsor Belo's flaming life.

He seemed to know more about Windsor Belo.

"Right, this is for you." Windsor Belo handed over a thick notebook. "This is my military journal. It records some of the events of fighting aliens over the years. If you have time, take a look. It's just that I don't have a system for classifying them. It probably looks a little messy."

Alan happily accepted, "It's okay, I'm used to it."

Hughton had no habit of guiding his Magic Cube sequence in an orderly manner. Alan felt that it wouldn't be a problem for him to get another Windsor Belo. Moreover, this military notebook recorded Windsor Belo's important experience against the Yordon Strong Race. This knowledge was something that could not be learned from a textbook, and it was of immeasurable benefit to Allen in understanding aliens and fighting them.

After putting away his notes, Ellen said, "Is the teacher leaving tomorrow?"

"Yes, I will meet that old man Russen tonight. I have to go back to the line of defense tomorrow." Windsor Belo said casually.

"Last time I heard Colonel Berry say that the interstellar line has been a little tight recently?"

"It's nothing special. Only the Neim interstellar bandits will be able to pass my trial." Windsor Belo said confidently.

Hearing her say that, Alan felt relieved.

'"Go ahead and continue your training and advancement here. You can either return to your clan or stay in the army after two years. It's still a long time, and it won't be too late to think about it. I still need to stay here alone for a while, so don't worry about me anymore." Windsor Belo crossed her knees and sat down on the rooftop, leaving Alan with a quiet and gentle back.

Alan quietly left.

Back in the dormitory, he couldn't wait to open his diary. The first page was Windsor Belo's somewhat sloppy handwriting, which recorded her excitement when she first joined the army. Looking at the date column of the diary, it was already eight years ago. At that time, Windsor Belo had just turned 12 and joined the Union Army as the number one recruit in overall strength. At that time, perhaps no one knew that this little girl would become one of the most dazzling stars in the skies of Babylon in the future.

After flipping through two or three pages, the diary in Alan's hand accidentally landed on the ground. On that page of the diary, there was a picture of the Blade Devil Cultivator. It was just the big head, the small and ridiculous body, the triangular eyes, and the exaggerated arm blade. This page of the diary looked more like a child's graffiti than a record of the Devil Cultivator.

Even though this seemingly graffiti-like picture depicted the physical characteristics of the Blade Demon in terms of expertise, terminology, and accurate data.

Flipping down, there were a lot of graffiti. Alan was finally certain that Windsor Belo was not necessarily a genius in any field. At least in terms of painting, her talent is pitiful

Otherwise, why was the drawing on a page of his diary the same as the graffiti eight years ago? He couldn't see any improvement at all.

Even if he could not draw, he could read the entire diary, recording some alien in a graphic way, or the frequency of a battle, and he could see Windsor Belo's unyielding personality.

This made Windsor Belo look cute.

Alan shook his head as soon as this thought appeared in his mind. Anyone who thought his teacher was cute would probably be the source of the tragedy.

Ignoring the childish graffiti, the value of Windsor Belo's diary was enormous. Especially the records of aliens, including information about experts from some of the races, opened Allen's eyes. As for those battles, Windsor Belo's strategy was often unexpected. From these battles, it wasn't hard to tell that Windsor Belo was definitely not a commander who liked to play by the rules. It would be impossible to counter by studying her past strategy.

In these strategies, Allen was a man of his own accord, if he was a match for Marshal Greed. Facing Windsor Belo's mysterious tricks, the final victory rate would not exceed 20%. This was a pitifully small number.

On this day, Alan looked at the notebook and almost forgot to sleep. At the same time as he was studying, he did not even know that he was becoming the person who understood Windsor Belo the best.

The next day, Windsor Belo left. Following that, Allen's days were spent in training and missions. During this period of time, he had completed the production of two magic weapons. When the Blazing Gloves and the Barbaric Slaughter were handed over to William and Bloy, even someone as stubborn as the Highlanders could not help but raise an arc at the corner of their lips. As for Welik, he directly ran to the sports ground to pull people to practice his fist.

Whether or not anyone was willing to practice with Wilick, who was using the Blazing Gloves, was not Allen's concern.

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.

In May, Nether Domain Star had become incomparably hot. In the daytime, even the dry ground would spit out a small burst of earth fire for no reason. This requires extreme caution in all kinds of scouting and lurking movements, for if you are not careful, you may burn the ground torch.

Alan was lying on the top of a high hill, his chest and even all the parts of his body that were close to the ground were extremely hot. The high temperature on the surface almost turned him into barbecue meat. Alan ignored the discomfort his body felt and moved a telescope in front of him. He used his binoculars to look at a undulating hill several hundred meters to the left of the slope. There were more than a dozen knife ants scattered around him.

The telescope moved for a while, and when it stopped, Alan's gaze landed two hundred meters away from the south side of the hill. An Earth Drilling Insect entered the field of vision of the telescope. Beside the insect were a few knife ants. From the looks of it, they were escorting the Earth Drilling Insect towards the hill.

They're building a nest.

Alan did not forget that in the exam that day, he had personally witnessed the knife ant catching the Earth Drilling Insect and emptying the abdomen of the mountain as its nest. In the end, he had used it as food for the queen ant. As dangerous species, low-aggressive Earth Drilling Bugs have become cheap tools that other dangerous species can enslave.

Putting down the binoculars, Alan retreated.

At night, a group of people arrived near the embryonic nest. Ellen gestured, and William and Broyle separated from each other with their magic weapons. Alan brought Lucy, Nazi and the others into the nest from the front. Immediately, gunshots and explosions rang out in the silent mountain region, and a light with Origin Energy lit up from time to time. The battle quickly ended. There were only thirty to forty knife ants in the new ant nest, and they were all killed by Allen's team.

While resting, Alan made a red cross on his tactical brain/on the map of the nest. There were five or six red crosses like this on the map, and judging from where they appeared, they were all located near the Blood Hawk Highlands.

"There should be an ant colony migrating this way." Lucy threw a marching kettle to Ellen and said, "This month alone, these big ants have been building nests nearby so many times. It's not quite right."

Alan nodded and said, "It would be fine if it was just an ant colony migration. I'm afraid that the tribes of the Saber Demons are moving behind these big ants. Don't forget that when we first arrived, we were able to run into the Berserk Wolf Knights of the Saber Demons."

"However, since that day, no more Wolf Cavalry has appeared. Of course, it's better not to take it lightly." Lucy sat down beside Alan.

Allen shrugged his shoulders. "Colonel Berry should worry about this. I just hope there are other missions out there. This month I've been given missions like sweeping away knife ants. Now that I see knife ants, I'm going to doze off."

"Is it this boring?" Lucy smiled.

Alan smiled and didn't answer.

His wish came true very quickly. Three days later, he received another mission. The person who issued the mission was Kejess. As for the mission, Kejess only said, "It has nothing to do with knife ants." For Alan, that was enough.

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