Apocalypse Gachapon - Chapter 1947: 19 against 11

The thirty people from the Bronze Camp who were fighting this time knew they truly could not lose.

The outcome this time was no longer just about them personally, but also concerned the face of these mid-level officers. One could imagine that if they lost, these Thousand-Person Commanders would reclaim their lost face from them.

“Can I go back to get my equipment?” a Bronze Camp soldier suddenly shouted.

Because they had previously come for a silent protest, many had not brought the equipment used only for formal combat. They had nothing aside from their daily gear, so such a request was made.

Although this request was somewhat embarrassing, the Thousand-Person Commanders held back their displeasure, thinking it was better than losing, so they all looked at Ye Zhongming.

Ye Zhongming nodded, indicating they could do as they wished, after which he also made a gesture to the soldiers of the Assault Camp.

No one paid much attention, thinking he was telling the Assault Camp members to be careful.

After waiting a few minutes, the Bronze Camp fighters returned, and the battle officially began.

It was the same location as before. After a glow, the Death Corner terrain appeared. Because this terrain was entirely composed of tall walls, it was impossible to watch from the sidelines. Instead, the terrain generator projected a holographic image onto a nearby large screen.

The soldiers from both sides entered through opposite entrances and made their preparations. As the large countdown numbers above the terrain ended, they stepped onto the battlefield together.

From the outset, everyone recognized the distinct choices made by the two sides.

On the Bronze Camp side, they almost immediately split into several routes, with people entering each path.

After all, each passage was very narrow; even one person was enough to hold it, and having more people would be useless.

This terrain was ultimately a test of hard strength.

Compared to the Bronze Camp, the Assault Camp’s approach was perplexing.

They chose only three paths, with ten people on each path.

In such narrow passages, the widest only allowed two people to stand side-by-side, and even then, they could barely maneuver effectively. Having ten people on one path was a complete waste.

However, because of their victory in the first match, everyone kept their doubts to themselves.

The terrain was not extensive, and both sides quickly converged on the central area. The spectators grew tense as close combat was about to begin.

Shi Yong led a team quickly through the passages. They had no specific target, as they didn’t care who they encountered.

Soon, upon turning at a fork, they saw a Bronze Camp soldier opposite them. The other side also noticed the Assault Camp and, with a loud shout, charged forward.

The speed of Shi Yong’s team remained unchanged. When they were a certain distance from this person, Shi Yong, standing in the first position, continued forward, while the person behind him suddenly crouched down. The third person lightly leaped onto his back, using the momentum to fly over Shi Yong’s head and launch an attack towards the opponent.

That wasn’t all. Once Shi Yong and this person, one in front and one behind, entangled the opponent, the remaining members immediately turned around and ran back the way they came.

What kind of tactic was this?

The spectators didn’t find this method particularly novel; it had been done before. They just didn’t understand: while two against one was good, it necessarily meant leaving half the opponents behind.

No matter how complex the terrain was, the paths ultimately connected. Knowing that combat would basically occur within the central area, it wouldn’t take long from hearing the sounds to arriving at the battlefield. In such a short time, even if the Assault Camp temporarily gained a numerical advantage, their individual combat power was lower than their opponents’, making it very difficult to defeat an opponent quickly.

Once the remaining opponents arrived, wouldn’t it just revert to a contest of hard strength?

But soon, those outside noticed something different.

All three of the Assault Camp’s squads encountered opponents. The remaining eight members of each squad turned back, but instead of continuing to search for enemies, they stopped at the fork in the passage leading to this channel.

Soon, nearby Bronze Camp soldiers came to support, but were intercepted by the people blocking the road. The eight-person squads followed the same method, assigning two people to deal with the newcomers, while the remaining six continued to guard the other intersections.

At this point, everyone realized that the three Assault Camp teams had chosen their routes very deliberately. They were very close to each other, selected adjacent routes, and after combat started, most of the forks leading here were controlled by the Assault Camp.

Even if multiple Bronze Camp soldiers arrived, they could only be divided and surrounded, continuing to fight few against many.

The Bronze Camp had initially been too dispersed, and the Assault Camp took the central routes. They used space to buy a certain amount of time.

The Assault Camp soldiers’ individual strength was somewhat inferior, but fighting two against one, and necessarily from front and back, quickly produced results.

It was originally thirty versus thirty, but soon became thirty versus twenty-nine, thirty versus twenty-eight, twenty-nine versus twenty-seven…

Watching the constantly changing numbers, the Bronze Camp side looked very unhappy. How could they not have thought of such a simple tactic? They had been somewhat overconfident. Now they could only watch as the enemy gradually whittled away their numbers.

From the light screen, it could be seen that the remaining Bronze Camp members were rushing over, but the Assault Camp was also moving. Their direction collectively shifted to one side, meaning they focused their attack on one flank, while increasing the distance from the Bronze Camp soldiers coming from the other side.

Even to delay the reinforcements, the Assault Camp would send out a few people to hold key channel junctions—where several passages converged—like moths to a flame, using this method to create opportunities for the main force to fight many against few.

White Robe and Cheng Liujin watched this scene, their eyes filled with astonishment, even more surprised than when they saw these soldiers all master the Micro-level.

“How could they achieve such perfect compliance with orders in just a few days? Their advance and retreat are so efficient?”

Both were Order Leaders, usually responsible for training their subordinates. They knew how difficult this was to achieve. The Star-Eye Clan primarily focused on assassination and surprise attacks and was not adept at this kind of highly regulated and efficient frontal combat style.

“This guy really has some skills,” White Robe murmured, watching the live broadcast.

When the Assault Camp soldiers rushed to the very edge of the Death Corner, the opponents on this side had been completely eliminated. Now, the numbers ratio was nineteen to eleven, with the Assault Camp having the advantage.

The Thousand-Person Leaders’ expressions, although not good, relaxed slightly.

In terms of numbers, they were still at a disadvantage, but in their view, the outcome was basically decided. However, this certainty was accompanied by a sense of relief mixed with lingering fear.

Just moments before, the numerical difference wasn’t only eight as it was now, but twelve. It was the individual strength of several Bronze soldiers that played a crucial role: either they held out until their teammates arrived, or they achieved quick victories, preventing the situation from worsening.

Now, although fewer people remained, each one was an elite. The nineteen people on the opposite side were all injured. What was more favorable for the Bronze Camp was that the Assault Camp’s position had only three exits, all of which were already blocked.