Strategy game? Then I'll have to control you properly.

Using the mysterious power they acquired, they completely altered the terrain in a short period of time.

Attila looked at the traps that had been set up according to his instructions and smiled with satisfaction. He said to Mista beside him, "There's no need to confront them head-on."

Not long after hearing the miners' reports on the special properties of the sand, he wanted to try out this tactical idea.

They broke the power known as magic or the laws of mages, a power they acquired through the game, and there was no reason not to use it.

Of course, how to utilize this unfamiliar and unique power is another matter.

However, Attila, who was in charge of this operation, often thought about how to make good use of these special powers. As the person who accepted these powers most openly, he came up with his own unique method.

Mista looked at the completed, groundbreaking trap and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Attila smiled faintly and continued to issue instructions:

"If we succeed, we can thwart their charge in one fell swoop. They'll be panicked the first time they encounter something like this, just like when we first witnessed that great man's power. The key now is to take advantage of their confusion and attack from all sides to suppress them simultaneously."

He first divided his hundreds of troops into three teams, intending to sweep them away from three sides when the enemy launched their main attack.

After appointing Lillie and Mista as captains of the 100-man assault team, Attila turned his gaze to the miners who were catching their breath and said with a smile, "Looks like the miners need to step up their game."

This area is a flat plain with no cover, making it virtually impossible to conceal troops and launch a surprise attack.

However, miners with mining characteristics can carve out underground spaces large enough to hide troops if they swing their pickaxes with all their might.

Attila encouraged the miners, led by Allen: "They are still on their way, but we have arrived ahead of them, so we have plenty of time."

Allen immediately bowed and accepted the order: "Yes, yes, I'll start digging now."

Attila watched the miners, divided into two groups, begin digging in the distance, and a complete plan already formed in his mind:

Once the troops lying in ambush emerge, they can join forces with the main force to attack the enemy from both sides.

Having experienced countless battles, Attila was convinced that if he succeeded, he could inflict a devastating blow on the enemy forces that had fallen into a trap and lost their momentum.

At the same time, the significance of this war will transcend a simple power struggle.

This is the first time they have actively used the abilities they gained in the game in combat, and if they can win, it will be the best proof of this power.

In this way, the people's beliefs will become stronger, and Attila's own determination will become even stronger.

Soon, the scouts suspended in the air relayed a message to Attila, reporting the enemy's precise location and status: "The enemy is closing in, but their direction is slightly off; it seems they don't know our exact location."

Attila smiled upon hearing this and immediately ordered the cavalry beside him, "This won't do. They must be lured here. It seems I'll have to send you out."

Moreover, their reconnaissance was both accurate and swift, and Attila immediately dispatched a decoy force to carry out the battle plan.

Meanwhile, Gale's troops continued their advance.

Having just passed through traces of migration and ruined villages, wherever they go now is unknown territory, but it will also become their new land.

The problem is that they don't even know where the other side's headquarters is.

However, based on the deserter's exaggerated report, the other side was a tribe of at least several thousand people, which should not be difficult to find.

Just then, the soldiers who had been sent to scout ahead rushed back to their chief, Gael, shouting in panic, "Chief! Enemy spotted!"

They finally discovered the mysterious adversary, but no one expected that these seemingly guiding figures would lead them in the wrong direction.

The scout, panting, continued his report: "When they saw us, they said this was their territory and told us to get lost. They also said they would attack if we didn't retreat! There were probably about a hundred of them, and they really knew nothing about us!"

Gale burst into laughter upon hearing this, seeing it as a golden opportunity, and immediately ordered a pursuit: "What are we waiting for? Hurry up! We must find out their hideout!"

This was exactly what Attila wanted.

Gale, mounted on his horse, shouted an encouragement to the soldiers behind him: "You all know that meritorious service brings great rewards! Regardless of background or social status, everyone who performs meritorious service will be rewarded. Fight bravely against the enemy!"

Inspired by Gale's generous encouragement, the soldiers shouted in unison and spurred their horses into a gallop.

Confident that they held an absolute advantage, they did not hesitate for a moment.

The warlike Gale charged ahead this time, and when he saw the enemy turn their horses around in fright at their charge, he couldn't help but grin.

As the report states, although the enemy was well-equipped, their numbers were small, and in a head-on confrontation, they could be crushed in an instant.

The warrior beside him cautiously pulled on the reins and advised in a low voice, "Chief! Be careful of that evil magic of giant hammers falling from the sky! We know nothing about their strength; it's best to be cautious!"

Gail, already in a berserk state, waved his hand dismissively: "I heard that's just an attack that can't even kill a third-rate warrior. If it dares to come at me, I'll smash it to pieces! Rather than cowering and wasting time, let's finish this quickly!"

Beneath his seemingly radical exterior, he is making a rather realistic and rational judgment at this moment, but there is more crucial intelligence that they are unaware of.

On the other side of the screen, Lin Miao watched as the enemy deliberately walked into their trap in just two days, and couldn't help but think to herself: "They're like a mad wild boar."

The enemy launched such a proactive attack without hesitation, and even their own forces did not back down, forcing him to stay up almost all night monitoring the battle situation in front of his computer.

Based on the intelligence he continuously provided, Attila's decoy forces were dragging the pursuers on their way, and he activated the desktop destruction program, quietly waiting for the right moment.

From the friendly forces' digging of trenches and ambushes, Lin Miao guessed their tactics. Once the enemy-luring operation was successful, he would use all means to support the friendly forces.

After a period of rest and reorganization, only Attila's main force remained in the ambush, waiting for the enemy forces to return.

Their faces bore a resolute expression, not one of fearlessness, but one of unwavering conviction.

Thinking about it carefully, it makes perfect sense. The ability to dig a large number of traps and construct ambush terrain in just two days is beyond the scope of common sense, but they did it.

Lin Miao looked at the well-prepared team on the screen and silently prayed: I hope everything goes well.

Now, with just two more swipes on the screen, you can see the decoy forces and enemy troops rushing towards you, which means that war will break out within hours.

Before long, even ordinary residents finally saw the sight.

On the other side of the plain, amidst billowing dust, countless cavalrymen were rushing towards their hastily retreating allies.

From warriors adorned with wolf pelts and clad in standard steel armor to lightly armed soldiers carrying only rudimentary weapons, this cavalry unit marched in a grand procession, resembling a cavalry charge scene straight out of a movie or TV series, yet it was now unfolding realistically on the screen.

The enemy is a typical steppe raider and should not be underestimated.

Even the most ordinary members of the tribe, as long as they can ride horses, can skillfully control warhorses, and have developed a strong wildness through the cycle of hunting and plundering.

Lin Miao looked at the residents who were preparing to fight the enemy and gradually calmed down.

He knew very well that while they were fighting monsters on the grasslands and plundering and conquering enemy tribes, his own people were also fighting various monsters in the game world.

Even those who couldn't enter the game world gained their skills through fighting against deformed monsters called Glitch and Corruptor.

Finally, the two forces that had discovered each other appeared on the same screen. Now Lin Miao could no longer use the mouse to help. The only thing she could do was to launch a desktop-destroying hammer attack and summon a healing wind to apply a buff.

Therefore, he must use his strength to the maximum extent possible, but it is not the right time yet.

Lin Miao stared intently at the screen, silently thinking: I need to lure them deeper, deeper still.

Having already covered a considerable distance, the enemy seemed to think that stopping was not as good as charging forward. They paid no attention to the traps on their flanks and under their feet, focusing only on the main force led by Attila.

However, to lure the enemy into the trap, it is necessary to increase the distance further.

Wearing dragon scale armor acquired from hunting creatures, rather than steel armor, Attila feigned drawing his sword to lure the enemy into a fight, refusing to retreat an inch.

While the enemy troops were being lured to retreat, the enemy began to charge forward. They seemed to have judged that our forces were far outnumbered, so they accelerated straight toward the trap.

Sure enough, the enemy charged even more fiercely upon seeing this, and the archers on horseback began firing wildly at our troops as soon as they entered range.

During the process, our troops only used ordinary arrows to retaliate, rather than hunter arrows made from mutant byproducts.

Lin Miao watched the rain of arrows whizzing across the screen, her fingers twitching unconsciously as she silently prayed: Please.

Arrows rained down, yet no one was injured—a scene that only exists in novels.

As the enemy soldiers fell from their horses one after another, even the friendly troops, clad in horse armor and wielding shields, began to fall from their mounts one after another.

Lin Miao sighed softly, staring blankly at the scene, suppressing the urge to act rashly and disrupt their plans. He was also waiting for the perfect moment when they would make their move.

The moment had finally arrived. Just as the enemy lowered their bows and drew their weapons, ready to engage in battle, the enemy soldier at the forefront charged forward with a ferocious expression, his adrenaline surging, only to step into a pre-arranged trap.

Looking at the scene on the screen, Lin Miao even had the illusion that she was flying?

In a flash, the mud covering the pit turned into real mud the moment it came into contact with them, and the warhorses all fell into the pit. The riders on the horses were helplessly released from their reins and thrown into the air like slingshots.

But how could the warhorses charging at full speed stop so easily? Before those who had been thrown into the air could fall back down, the following troops also stepped into the traps one after another. Some fell directly into the pits, while others were tripped and slammed hard to the ground.

This is tantamount to a signal flare for war—it's time!

As the ambushing friendly troops simultaneously rushed out of their cover and charged on horseback, Lin Miao immediately grabbed the hammer with the mouse.

In that brief moment when his body flew into the air following the laws of physics, Gail, who was running at the front, stared blankly at the sky.

They had been galloping across an empty plain just moments before, but the instant their horses stepped on the sand, they plunged into a wide, long pit that had clearly been carefully dug.

This scene is completely illogical; blocks of sand are suspended in the air like building blocks, and someone is able to dig such a huge trap in such a short time.

The moment Gael hit the ground, Attila's main force, charging straight at them, did not slow down and pounced on them as they were completely routed.

However, as a renowned and excellent warrior, Gale quickly used his recovery techniques to escape unharmed even after falling from his horse.

Gale immediately stood up, drew his sword, and faced the swarming enemy with gritted teeth, but the enemy army was not attacking from the front alone.

Gale's soldiers screamed in terror, "There's someone on the flank too! Are you kidding me?! Did they crawl out of the ground?!"

The vanguard troops fell into a trap, completely losing their mobility. They stopped their charge and watched in horror as the enemy flanked them from both sides.

Just as the soldier shouted, the Zhen Dan troops, who had been lying in ambush underground, actually broke out of the ground.

They had dug underground a space large enough to accommodate a large number of people and horses, which was completely beyond the imagination of Gael's army.

Gael's soldiers instinctively felt fear and shouted, "Raise...raise your shields! Raise your shields now!"

Having lost their mobility advantage in cavalry battles, they could only hold their ground with shields raised.

Just as they had expected, even melee fighters like Lillie drew their bows and began shooting at those who were stationed in place.

Gale stared blankly at the specially made arrows fired by Lillie, who was holding a specially made longbow, his mind reeling with shock: What on earth is going on...?

The arrow pierced the heavily armored soldier's shield with astonishing speed, went straight through the soldier's throat, and even killed the soldiers behind him.

There were not just one or two arrows, but dozens. Well-equipped soldiers fell in droves like wheat being harvested; this was a level of lethality that ordinary arrows could not cause.

When the power accumulated for this moment was unleashed in full force, Gale's troops were utterly powerless to resist.

Gale's eyes widened in fury as he roared in rage, "Damn sorcery!"

When faced with an illogical situation, it is only natural to assume that the other party has used some kind of evil sorcery.

Enraged, Gale unleashed a surge of magical power, charging with his sword toward the enemy who was attempting to slaughter his allies.

That sword was indeed incredibly powerful; it even allowed him to slice through a heavily armored cavalryman and his horse in one swift motion, without even riding a horse.

Thorfinn, standing beside Attila, whispered, revealing his true identity: "Is that the leader?"

Attila nodded and replied in a deep voice, "Indeed. Even Theodore couldn't defeat the warrior named Gael."

The pre-planned battle plan worked perfectly, and they gained an absolute advantage in an instant against an enemy several times their size.

Even though he was trapped in a deadly snare, Gale and his elite warriors held their ground at the forefront of the battle.

Even the steppe cavalry struggled against those extraordinary warriors who could dodge charging warhorses and sever their legs with their swords.

Attila, stroking his druid staff, pondered, "Although our warriors should be the ones to fight, we must ask Lillie to step in to face a warrior of that caliber."

Thorfinn pointed to the dragon scale armor he was wearing and volunteered, "Let's give it a try. With this dragon scale armor, we might be able to fight."

Attila shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Proceed according to the original plan. The key is not the enemy's elite warriors, but to crush their main force."

In his view, while elite soldiers could turn the tide of battle, they were not the core factor determining the outcome of a war.

To win the war, one must ultimately suppress the enemy's main force, which has an overwhelming numerical advantage.

Moreover, they are not entirely without a chance of winning.

Just then, Gale's soldiers looked up at the sky and cried out in terror, "Hammer! Hammer!"

But by the time they looked up in alarm, it was too late.

A massive, translucent hammer, as large as a house, began to crash down on the fiercely resisting Gael warriors.

Attila raised his staff high, signaled by the massive hammer descending from the sky, and shouted the order to charge: "The guardian spirit is watching us. What is there to fear! All troops on standby, charge!"

Attila took advantage of the enemy's inability to regroup and break out, and surrounded and gradually eroded the chaotic enemy forces. It was time to go all out and completely crush the enemy army.

Lin Miao simultaneously activated the skill [Healing Breeze].

As they charged forward, the giant hammers continued to fall, sniping at the enemy soldiers. Suddenly, words of light appeared in the sky, and a refreshing breeze swept over them.

This gust of wind, imbued with a special power, pushed the charging warriors' backs, deflected incoming enemy arrows, and healed the soldiers' wounds.

In Gale's army, soldiers and commoners alike were utterly terrified by the relentless attacks. Unable to even put up a fight, their will to fight had completely crumbled.