At this moment, First Clone held a charcoal-sketched wooden draft board. "According to what you said, we plan to set up three lines of defense in the alley."
Lin Mo lazily rose from the recliner and took the wooden board.
Though the sketch had crude lines, the inner logic was clear at a glance:
The first layer was twenty meters away from the gap in the city wall, where a row of shallow pits was dug, closely stabbed with bamboo stakes smeared with concentrated poisonous blood.
The top was covered with straw mats and loose soil, looking no different from flat ground.
The second layer was ten meters away, scattered with rusty caltrops soaked in poisonous water, which were old inventory dug out from the corner of the warehouse.
The third layer was five meters away, with thin strings tied to the rooftops on both sides, suspending ceramic jars filled with poisonous blood to create tripwire traps.
When the enemy army rushed through, they would trigger the strings, and the ceramic jars would fall and shatter.
"Not bad." Lin Mo nodded. "However, the effect of the bamboo stake traps is limited; heavy infantry have thick iron boots, so they might not be pierced."
"That's why we put some poisonous blood jars at the bottom of the bamboo stakes."
First Clone explained, "Even if they can't pierce through, stepping on them will still get their feet covered in poisonous blood."
"Fine." Lin Mo contentedly lay back down on the recliner, then suddenly remembered something and added, "Add a little more flavor:
Behind that caltrop area, dig a few deep pits. They don't need to be too wide, but they must be deep enough.
Enemy soldiers who fall in won't be able to climb out for a while, making them living targets for the poisonous blood guns."
"Understood!" First Clone took the order and left.
Lin Mo lay flat again, narrowing his eyes as he watched the busy Clones.
The sunset's afterglow was a golden-red, washing over every corner of the outpost.
Thirty-five identical figures shuttled back and forth.
Some swung shovels to dig pits, some held blades to whittle bamboo stakes, some buried their heads in mixing poisonous blood, and others squatted under the eaves, carefully tying ropes to ceramic jars.
The scene had an absurd sense of harmony.
If this were filmed and posted to Moments with the caption 'Me and my thirty-five clones are preparing for battle,' I wonder if it would go off...
This thought flashed through his mind, and then he chuckled dumbly.
Where was there even a Moments anymore.
An hour of preparation time flew by swiftly amidst the busy Clones and the idle main body.
When the rope of the last tripwire trap was tied, the sky had completely darkened.
[The final wave of attacks will arrive in a quarter of an hour]
[Enemy force count: 200, unit type: Heavy Infantry (50) + Light Infantry (150)]
The golden prompt box appeared on cue.
Lin Mo finally stood up from the rattan chair and stretched lazily.
"Everyone in position." His voice was calm, but carried an unquestionable sense of command.
The thirty-five Clones quickly dispersed to their predetermined positions:
Twenty went onto the rooftops, responsible for operating the tripwire traps and poisonous blood guns;
Fifteen retreated to guard the warehouse entrance, forming the final defense line.
Fifty militiamen were arranged behind the trap area as a reserve force.
Although no great use was expected of them, they could at least fill out the battle line.
As for Lin Mo himself, he leisurely walked to the warehouse entrance and sat down on a pile of grain bags.
"Main body, aren't you going to find a safer place?" Clone Five couldn't help asking.
"Right here is safe enough."
Lin Mo patted the grain bags beneath him. "Besides, I'm going to command on the front lines in person; how can I see the battle situation clearly if I hide far away?"
The real reason was: from here to the interior of the warehouse was only a five-step distance. Just in case something went wrong, he could slip inside and close the door at the first moment.
But that could not be said aloud.
"They're coming." Third Clone on the rooftop said in a low voice.
Heavy footsteps came from the gap in the city wall.
Under the moonlight, fifty heavy infantrymen in full iron armor poured in first, the sound of iron boots treading the ground neat and oppressive.
They clearly had learned the lessons of the first two waves, advancing very cautiously with shields held in front of them and eyes vigilantly scanning the ground.
Yet some things could not be avoided simply by being careful.
The leading heavy infantrymen stepped onto the disguised bamboo stake area.
The straw mats sank, and bamboo stakes stabbed out!
Puff, puff, puff--
Most of the bamboo stakes were blocked by the thick iron boot soles, but a few still pierced in from the gaps at the sides of the boots or, due to the tricky angle, stabbed into the ankle joints.
"There are traps!"
The heavy infantrymen immediately stopped, but the people behind were still pushing forward.
Amidst the chaos, more heavy infantrymen stepped onto the bamboo stake area.
Although the bamboo stakes found it difficult to pierce the iron armor, the concentrated poisonous blood jars placed at the bottom stained the surfaces of the iron boots upon being stepped on.
Hiss--!
The iron boots came into contact with the poisonous blood, immediately emitting white smoke.
"There's something underground!"
"Fall back! Retreat!" Some heavy infantrymen cried out in alarm.
Yet it was already too late.
The poisonous blood seeped through the gaps into their shoes, beginning to corrode their feet.
Even more terrifyingly, the poisonous blood guns on the rooftops started spraying!
Twenty torrents of poisonous blood poured down from both sides, heavily targeting the visor gaps and joint connections of the heavy infantrymen.
The heavy infantry formation began to fall into chaos.
Some wanted to look up, but the poisonous blood shot into the visor gaps and splashed straight into their eyes.
Some wanted to retreat, but their feet had already been corroded to the point of losing strength.
The fifty heavy infantrymen became living targets in the narrow alley.
"Light infantry! Go around from both sides!" The enemy commander's voice sounded exasperated.
The light infantry responded and swiftly moved along the base of the walls to go around, only to slam headfirst into the second defense line—the caltrop area.
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