C1162 He Fell into a Trap
C1162 He Fell into a Trap
The Great Elder wasn't blindly commanding. He was commanding according to the ancient fighting style. The army of mutants was now attacking him from the front. His side also has the advantage in numbers. If they do not surround him, he will not be able to escape. He would use them as dumplings and trap them in his encirclement. Would he be worthy of his status as a scholar?
"Yes."
There were more than five thousand Cultivators in the sky, arranged in a wide front. The fifteen hundred Cultivators on the left and right wings all increased their speed and pounced forward. The 2000 Cultivator in the middle, who were the most numerous, stopped in their tracks. They held the flying sword in their hands and formed a dense array in the sky. One! A defensive array that covered the sky was planning to resist the attacks of the espers on the opposite side!
"What are they doing?" Smith asked in surprise. The members of the Think Tank beside him hurriedly reminded, "This is a common tactic used in ancient military battles. I really did not expect them to use this move too..."
"What are they doing?" Smith snapped and cursed.
"They are planning to surround us and kill us all!"
"What?" Smith turned pale with fright. He quickly commanded through the command chip embedded in his mind, "Quick, block them. Block the people who are surrounding them and retreat!"
But it was already too late. Only the mutants in the sky could be seen. Under Smith's command, they had already collided with the waiting Cultivator. Fire and lightning flashed. The flying sword intertwined in the sky. The Cultivator in the front was the most powerful. The cultivator at the back was the one who was not in charge of long-range attacks. He was in the middle of a long-range and long-range defensive formation. Layers of Cultivator formed an iron wall in the sky, firmly blocking the path of the mutants who were charging at them.
Even though the paranormals occasionally made a gap, the Cultivator at the back was Hou Ting's. In a short moment, it appeared again to block the gap. For a moment, all the paranormals were blocked in this small area. It was neither advancing nor retreating. The two Cultivators on the left and right were like two walls that were slowly pushing forward to surround them. They were about to get close!
It was impossible to retreat!
However, Smith had already given the order...
They could only see that under fate, even though they knew that they were going to face it head on, they tried their best to pierce through the front of the enemy and charge out from the front. Perhaps there was a chance of survival... However, under the command of the order... He turned around and retreated, while the left and right wings each had a strength of 1,500. The Cultivator with high morale...
However, he could only see the image captured by the spacecraft in the sky. He could only see... The number of people did not have an advantage. It looked like a small boat in the middle of a huge wave. The two groups of people split up and collided with the Cultivator on the left and right, which was pressing down on them like a tsunami. The mutants who were fighting head-on were also ordered by Smith to wait for the carriage. They actually retreated.
In an instant, the problem became serious!
Because as they retreated, they were in a defensive position. With the Great Elder's direct command, the front side of the formation was freed up. However, the Great Elder shouted in joy, "Listen up, all of you, turn to attack! Kill!"
After a while, countless Cultivator began to push forward. They chased closely, compressing the space of the mutants on the other side!
Seeing this, Smith obviously understood that he had given a stupid order. He said to the members of the Think Tank beside him, "Quickly come up with an idea..."
The members of the think tank shouted in unison, "Let them retreat quickly. Run as much as they can. From the gap between the left and right wings of the Cultivator, the gap that has yet to be blocked, withdraw. This is our only chance..."
As soon as his voice fell, Smith did not even think before giving an order.
Therefore, the dizzy Cultivator no longer cared about the enemies around it. Instead, it turned around and ran. It rushed towards the gap, and the Great Elder also discovered this problem. The gap in the sky was a thousand meters long, and it looked like a very long gap. It was very wide, and if the Cultivator on the left and right wings were to close, they would have to push forward at least 500 meters per side. If there were mutants blocking them, then... This 500 meters was really not easy to push forward.
But now, all the mutants were running towards the gap!
There was not even a single person to cover them, so one could imagine what the consequences would be.
It had to be known that it would only take a minute and a half for an ordinary person to sprint five hundred meters away. As for the Cultivator flying in the sky? With such a short distance, it would probably take more than a dozen seconds to complete in the blink of an eye!
However, the speed of the Cultivator was not much different from the speed of the superpowered people. Of course, how could the speed of the big guy be inferior to the speed of flying?
They only saw the mutants rushing towards the gap. Not to mention them, they had really produced some results. More than a hundred mechas had actually rushed out from the gap. But before they could have more people rushing out of the encirclement, the Cultivator that had surrounded them from both sides cut off their path of retreat. The Cultivator that were chasing them closely from the left and right were rapidly compressing the space that these espers didn't have that much of a space to escape.
The seven to eight hundred superpower possessors who were left behind were controlling their cumbersome mecha. Just like that, they were trapped in an area that was less than one kilometer wide. It was imaginable what kind of outcome they would end up in. Originally, their movements were nimble, and their speed was not bad. Where would they go? They were able to go around in a roundabout way. At this moment, they were like the soldiers in the Makedon Square Formation!
It was difficult to even turn, let alone go around in a roundabout manner. Looking at the flying sword that was shooting at them from the opposite side, they could not even dodge. He could only watch helplessly as it smashed into his body. He felt aggrieved. How aggrieved, how aggrieved!
Looking at the situation on the opposite side, Smith's heart turned cold. Between a certain someone, he collapsed weakly onto the chair, and his entire body sank into the soft chair.
With a hiss, the moment this sound was heard, in the huge command room, there was no longer any sound. The golden-haired secretary who was pouring red wine for Smith felt the silence in the air. After the terrifying killing intent, his small hand suddenly trembled. She sprinkled the wine on the table next to her. At this moment, Smith was infuriated.