The Ambition Crawling in the Shadows
"Swish."
A map was laid out on the table inside the tent.
It showed the interior layout of Blood Eagle Corridor. The information had been provided to Witch Hunter by Lady Femis, then copied over to the players.
Once again, Banzai Happy Stick had been unanimously chosen as the commander of the player army. He accepted the role gladly, feeling the weight of his brothers' and sisters' trust.
Now, though, he had to come up with a basic battle plan.
The few players with military experience had been called over. They gathered around the map in silence.
"Damn, it's that big?"
All-Risk Semi-Trailer, who'd served as a combat engineer when he was young, glanced at the scale marked at the bottom and couldn't help commenting:
"This is an underground structure, right? It takes up a third of the inner city? Does that mean nearly half the city is built over empty space?
That's ridiculous!"
"Psionics. When in doubt, blame mysterious psionics."
South Mountain Tiger's Roar snorted. He'd served in the military too. His experience wasn't as wild as Happy Stick's, but he'd taken part in exercises, so he knew a thing or two about military affairs.
He studied the map closely, then said to Happy Stick:
"A place this big isn't something we can just charge through together. Witch Hunter's side has only thirty-one people, including the battle-group leader. Even if both sides bring along the NPCs, we'll have fewer than a hundred people. We can't cover every area.
So we'll have to split up!
Some of us clear out the minor enemies, some push deeper, and we'll handle the BOSS."
"Exactly! Charging in all at once definitely won't work."
Happy Stick folded his arms and narrowed his eyes.
"Going by our past raid