The second row of flares lit up the night sky again. This time the werewolves learned the lesson. When the brightness changed, they quickly fell to the ground like a frightened bird. Those with higher rankings covered their eyes and completely blocked their sight with the dark force.
.So the effect of the flare was much worse this time, and it only delayed the actions of the werewolf army.
However, the guards on the Baicheng defense line had already dealt with the elite werewolves that rushed in. At this time, they had their hands free and immediately seized the opportunity to attack the werewolves on the periphery. The mercenaries' marksmanship was fierce and vicious, and almost all their guns hit the vital parts.
Although the werewolf's body defense is quite strong, he is busy resisting the flares and inevitably ignores them head and tail.
The second wave of blows was hard and accurate, causing splashes of blood in the werewolf formation. The werewolf warriors fell down at an alarming speed.
An unusually tall werewolf earl in the rear looked livid, and finally roared to the sky. Hearing his roar, the werewolf warriors turned around and retreated to their attack positions. Only a few ferocious werewolves were unwilling to retreat and were still charging, but immediately
It became the target of concentrated fire and was blown to pieces in the blink of an eye.
"Why retreat?" A blood count appeared on the attack position and shouted to the werewolf count.
The Werewolf Earl showed no sign of weakness, pointed at the troops with heavy casualties, and shouted back: "You didn't say there were ghost things like flares! Also, when my people are charging, where is your supporting firepower?"
The Blood Count frowned and said: "They have aerial gunships. Our heavy artillery suffered heavy losses and cannot be transported. Don't you know this?"
"Can't it be shipped? Look above your head. Is there one of their gunboats? Where is our fleet? Didn't your vampires dispatch a huge fleet? Where are they?"
The blood Earl narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Outer space war is not within your and my jurisdiction. If you are not successful in the first battle, go and explain it to Duke Platt yourself!"
A deep roar sounded from the werewolf count's throat, "Because of you, a white-skinned bat, so many of my people have died, and you still want me to explain? Do you want me to explain to your corpse?"
The blood count's face changed slightly, he stepped back and shouted: "What do you want to do? The second order will come out soon. If you kill me, all your people will be buried with you!"
The werewolf Earl had a fierce look in his eyes, claws had already popped out from his fingertips, and he was about to take action when a voice suddenly sounded: "Hunting Mane, stop. The Duke's order has been issued. Incorporate your troops under my command and continue the attack. As for this
What a fool, he should explain to the Duke why he lost most of his heavy artillery force."
Appearing in front of the two of them was a taller werewolf with long brown hair flowing behind his head. The aura of a taller man was so overwhelming that the Earl of the Blood Tribe could not breathe. The Earl of the Blood Tribe reluctantly saluted.
He left in a hurry without even daring to say a word.
The werewolf Earl Hunter Mane said bitterly: "If it weren't for him..."
The Marquis stopped him and said: "It is meaningless to say this now. We must knock down the position without heavy artillery cover. The good news is that the human race has no gunboats."
"Were they killed?"
The Marquis snorted and said: "How can those idiots in the mobile fleet have this ability? If the human warships are not placed in front of them, they will never be able to hit them. If not for the two Grand Duke fleets that were killed by the humans some time ago, we would be here now
In this situation? The human commander is very smart. He guessed that I would come, so he withdrew all the gunboats."
It’s hard to say what the other properties of the gunships in the Neutral Ground are, except that they are extremely strong and have thick armor. Normal force guns can’t do anything about them. But when they reach the level of the Earl and Marquis, the small gunships can’t stop their ultra-long-range firepower.
.The dark race that had just suffered a huge loss from the gunboat and launched another attack was naturally well prepared.
This time, the Werewolf Marquis brought several giant force crossbows. With his personal blessing, the giant crossbow arrows fired were enough to penetrate the armor of the gunboat. However, Song Zining moved all the gunboats out of the void first, allowing the anti-air giants that the dark race had worked so hard to transport.
The crossbow is completely useless.
At this time, a bloody signal flare rose in the distance. Looking at the eye-catching scarlet, the werewolf Marquis only felt that it was particularly dazzling. He snorted and said: "That idiot Pratt, does he think the vampires are really kind?"
He turned his head and said to the werewolf count: "I will give you a quarter of an hour to reorganize the troops, and launch the attack in half an hour!"
Hunting Mane said: "Are we still the only warriors from our clan?"
"Of course not, Pratt's private army has also arrived. However, this time he wants to take credit, it may not be that easy." The Werewolf Marquis looked at the White City not far away, with a deep light flashing in his eyes.
Hunter Mane said: "Since he wants to take the lead, then let his people go first?"
The Marquis said: "It can't be too obvious. After all, he has a high rank. After the attack order is issued, come together. I just want to let the little brats in your tribe take it easy and don't go crazy."
"I know." Hunting Mane turned around and left.
The Marquis stood on a high place, watching the army below rolling towards the planned attack position, and sneered slightly, "Song Zining is in the city. If you want to catch him alive, how can you do it without paying a price?"
After a while, Hunter Mane hurried back and reported: "The troops are all ready."
The Marquis nodded, summoned his guards and said, "Send the order, attack in ten minutes!"
After hearing this, the bodyguard let out a low roar, transformed into a werewolf fighting form, and flew away. Hunting Mane's blood was also boiling, and he just wanted to look up to the sky and roar. He took big steps and wanted to run towards the battlefield.
Unexpectedly, before he could even take a step, he was grabbed by the back of the neck.
"Where do you want to go?"
Hunter Mane looked murderous and said: "Of course I will go to the front line. I will break the necks of those despicable humans with my own hands!"
The Marquis said calmly: "You are not allowed to go."
"Any other tasks?"
"No mission, just watch here."
Hunter Mane was confused and asked: "Why?"
The Marquis said meaningfully: "Although that idiot idiot didn't say anything useful after escaping, I feel that there must be someone in Baicheng: Qianye. He is Pratt's enemy, so we shouldn't get involved.
"
Although Hunting Mane was brave enough, he was still shocked when he heard it, and exclaimed: "Qianye?"
The Marquis looked gloomy and said: "Although that idiot tried his best to hide it, I think he has probably fallen in rank, and his injuries are very likely caused by the plunder of life. This is the powerful innate power of the ancient blood clan. In addition to Qianye, there are also
I have never heard of a second vampire awakening this ability."
"The plunder of life...the ancient blood clan? Isn't it the legend that those vampire bats used to brag about?"
The Marquis smiled silently and said: "Although the Vampires like to brag, they are indeed very powerful. Judging from past battle records, Qianye's ability is very similar to life plundering, but even the Vampires themselves have not been able to confirm it."
Hunting Mane's battle blood slowly cooled down, "If I rush into the front line rashly, I will definitely become Qianye's target. Maybe..."
"There is no chance. Even if I meet Qianye, if I can't defeat him in the first round of attack, then I have to think about how to escape. Otherwise, I will probably die in battle."
Hunter Mane was shocked. He had no idea that the Marquis would rate Qianye so highly. He looked ugly and stood aside silently. If Qianye was really as terrifying as the Marquis said, then there was no point in him going up.
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On the battlefield, the battle of the strongest in the queue is used to control the battle nodes, but if the strength comparison between the two sides is one-sided, it is completely meaningless. It is better to use massive cannon fodder to pile up.
By the light of the fire still burning on the battlefield, one can see the warriors of the dark race gathering together in dense numbers, like a group of marching army ants, slowly crawling towards the White City defense line.
There were constant streams of fire crisscrossing in the air, like pieces of meteor shower, hitting each other's positions, followed by violent explosions. The dark race warriors were thrown away in pieces from time to time, with severed limbs, flesh and blood flying together with the flames. This is how both sides looked.
The heavy artillery was bombarding each other.
The human race has a well-established position, and many soldiers are hiding in bunkers, waiting for artillery shells or ballistae to explode before coming out. In some front-line positions, mercenary snipers will shoot in the air from time to time to explode the incoming artillery shells.
The casualties of the human race were not large, but it was different for the dark race. Song Zining attached great importance to supplies and prepared a shocking number of heavy artillery. White City was not big, and the total number of Dark Fire and mercenaries from the neutral ground was only five
Thousands of people. But Song Zining raised more than 500 heavy artillery pieces.
On a small battlefield, this amount of artillery fire was so dense that even the powerful dark men with noble titles could only intercept less than half of them despite their best efforts.
The higher-ranking nobles are either hiding behind like the werewolf Hunter Mane and the Marquis, or they are unwilling to waste their force on intercepting heavy artillery. Anyway, in their opinion, it doesn't hurt how much cannon fodder dies, and the eternal night costs more than a dozen
In mainland China, any able-bodied man captured at random will become countless cannon fodder.
Most of the heavy artillery of the dark race was destroyed by the gunboats, and the firepower was completely disproportionate. The dark warriors did not have enough bunkers, and the casualties were much more serious than those of the human race. It’s just that the dark race has always used human sea tactics at the level of low-level warriors, and this time it was also
Likewise, there are too many of them, and this amount of damage cannot stop the advance of the offensive.
At this moment, the attacking team included not only werewolves, but also large servant spiders and elite spider demon warriors. There was also a hill-like spider demon in the center of the team. Every step it took would make the ground tremble.
The dark warriors at the front had already crossed the artillery line, stepping on the corpses of their companions, and entered the final charging distance. The mercenaries in Baicheng were firing desperately in the bunker. But compared with the tide of the dark army, these firepower seemed weak.
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A middle-aged mercenary was lying in the trench, holding a Force gun and choosing a target with a calm expression. The Force gun could only fire a few shots, so it must not be wasted. Soon his crosshairs caught an obvious target.
A werewolf who is taller than his peers. When the werewolves and spider demons of the dark race enter into battle, the stronger they are, the larger they tend to be. This werewolf is obviously the leader.
Before he could pull the trigger, he suddenly felt a pain in his little foot, and then lost consciousness. The mercenary looked down and saw a black spider the size of a fist crawling on his leg, biting through it with its powerful jaws.
He had taken off his combat uniform and was constantly injecting venom into his flesh and blood.
The mercenary's face changed drastically. He ignored the nausea and fear, and slapped the spider into a pulp. Only then did he notice a strange and subtle rustling sound around him. This sound was heard by the guns and cannons on the battlefield.
Covered up and not noticed until now.
He suddenly felt something strange under his feet. He saw the ground clearly through the light of the next explosion, and immediately jumped up in shock!
There are almost endless spiders of all sizes everywhere.
After all, the middle-aged mercenary had rich experience. After the final panic, he immediately calmed down and stamped on each spider to death. Apart from being scary in size and moving quickly, these spiders were not much different from ordinary spiders in essence.
If you step on it, you will die.
The middle-aged mercenary was stomping and stomping, but suddenly his movements slowed down. Then his body leaned back, fell to the ground, and could no longer move.
Densely packed spiders crawled all over his body in the blink of an eye, and the rustling gnawing sound made people's teeth sore. Soon the middle-aged mercenary turned into a dense white skeleton. After devouring his flesh and blood, the spiders turned into
I got a bigger circle and continued to crawl deeper into the position.
Chaos began everywhere on the entire front line, with soldiers falling down one after another, while the survivors were trampling and screaming hysterically.