Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 308: Formation Like a Net

Three days later, deep into the night.

The alarm bell of Iron Wall Pass tore through the night sky without warning.

"Enemy attack! Sector C, all personnel, prepare for battle!"

A piercing roar erupted alongside the blare of war horns.

Su Ming practically leapt up fully clothed, snatched the formation plate by his pillow, and charged out of Stone Hut Number Seven.

The world outside was already in chaos.

Under the black curtain of night, countless greenish glowing dots drifted outside the pass like will-o'-the-wisps, accompanied by the grating sound of claws scraping and low, rumbling growls.

"It's Crimson-Eyed Wolf Demons! Over a thousand! And there are Wind Jackals behind them stirring up the wind!"

Zhao Tiji, holding that massive formation clamp, stood at the very front of the defense line and bellowed, "Old Liu, take some men and hold the left flank! Chen Chuan, don't let any that slip through get inside! Su Ming, keep an eye on the formation nodes! The light barrier must not break!"

"Understood!"Su Ming crouched low and quickly ducked into a semi-underground bunker located behind the defense line.

This was the formation control position for the Third Squad of Bing Battalion.

Through the observation slit, Su Ming saw the snowfield outside the pass swarming with dense masses of Crimson-Eyed Wolf Demons surging forward like a tide. These wolf demons were the size of oxen, with crimson eyes, and as they ran, they spewed foul, poisonous smoke from their mouths. Behind the wolf pack, several scrawny but winged "Wind Jackals" were crouched on the backs of the alpha wolves, emitting sharp shrieks that whipped up blades of wind, slashing viciously against the defensive light barrier.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The light barrier trembled violently, rippling in layers.

"Damn it, why are there so many this time!" Zhao Tiji smashed the head of a wolf demon that had squeezed through a gap in the barrier with a hammer, splattering himself with blood and brains. "Brother Su, can the formation hold?"

"It can hold, but we can't just take the beating!"

Su Ming's voice, transmitted via a sound transmission talisman, sounded in the ears of the squad members, unnervingly calm.

He sat cross-legged inside the bunker, both hands spread open, his fingertips connected to over a dozen faintly glowing blue spiritual energy threads.

These threads passed through the ground, connecting to the twenty-four formation plate nodes buried at the forefront of their defensive sector.

Over the past few days, Su Ming had studied the *Thesis on Formation Hub Management* and combined it with Lin Yu's "programming mindset," weaving the originally independent formation plates together with spiritual energy threads into a dynamic "formation net."

"Let them in a little," Su Ming commanded in a low voice.

"What?" Zhao Tiji was taken aback.

"The first three light barriers are overloading with spiritual pressure. Taking the hits head-on will cause them to blow. Let them into the buffer zone. I'll handle it."

Ming didn't explain further, his

light barrier suddenly split

the opening, heading

snorted coldly, his longsword

could strike, Su Ming

"Trap."

Ming's left-hand fingers pressed down

soft as mud, the originally frozen, hard earth

legs into it.

"Frost Mist."

of his right hand together

on both sides instantly spewed forth massive amounts

heavy mist mixed with viscous

slowed down. Their originally fierce

"Kill!"

Zhao Tiji reacted with lightning speed. He would never pass up an opportunity

stirring up a

wolf demons, trapped in the quicksand and coated in frost, had no way to dodge. They could only let out miserable howls as they

was even faster, a flash of lightning specifically

without a single injury in Squad

face and laughed heartily. "Brother Su, your formation is incredible! Those beasts practically

bunker, Su Ming wasn't

on his forehead. The movements of his hands grew faster and faster, his ten fingers dancing as if playing a fierce,

of divine sense and spiritual energy. The slightest tremor of each spiritual energy thread required his

out, the Wind Jackals are about to launch

Su Ming suddenly warned.

Tiji and Chen Chuan instinctively

crescent-shaped wind blades

"There!"

cold glint flashed in Su

location of those Wind

"Rise!"

Ming's hands suddenly clapped

the edges of the battlefield, suddenly glowed

warning from the snow, their angles extremely tricky, piercing precisely into the abdomens of those Wind Jackals preparing

"Awooo—!"

out shrill screams, tumbling from the backs of the

the Wind Jackals' support gone, the wolf

"Nicely done!"

squad leader from a nearby sector, witnessing this, couldn't help but roar

For a full hour.