The initial defeat did not affect the determination of the dark race to attack the enemy. Although they suffered heavy losses on the first two lines of defense, they had a strong force and quickly reorganized their lineup. Dark warriors continued to come from the reserve area and were densely packed on the offensive position.
The ground is crowded.
The dark race was not idle during the process of regrouping. They gathered a lot of heavy artillery firepower here and there and continued to bombard the Baicheng position. And in the artillery fire exchange, how could the dark fire mercenaries give up?
In the White City, heavy artillery spewed tongues of fire, pouring shells onto the artillery positions of the dark race. Under the absolutely suppressive firepower advantage, the heavy artillery of the dark race was continuously silenced. However, this time the dark race was determined and added
The speed was unusually slow, with new heavy artillery roaring all the time, fighting the mercenaries at all costs.
The absolute number of human troops has always been inferior to that of the dark race who have a large number of servants. Therefore, the priority target of the dark artillery fire is the opponent's heavy artillery. As a result, the coverage of the gathering dark race troops is limited.
Under Platt's strict order, the dark powerhouse no longer conserved the Force and began to try its best to intercept aerial artillery fire, which also greatly limited the effect of dark fire and heavy artillery strikes.
As the dark army was assembled, a shrill horn sounded, and the desolate and distant sound penetrated the vast battlefield, making every dark warrior boil with fighting spirit.
The horn of attack has sounded, and each dark warrior jumped out of their position and rushed towards Baicheng's defense line.
As soon as the vanguard warriors stepped into the shooting range, they felt their eyes light up. They reflexively wanted to close their vision, but then they discovered that it was not a flare, but a continuous line of fire that lit up along the outline of the entire White City wall. Force gun
The force flames spewed out during bombardment are too large to form a line.
In an instant, the dark warriors at the forefront seemed to have hit an invisible wall and fell in pieces.
However, the dark warriors following behind turned a deaf ear and continued to charge over the bodies of their companions. The fires on the White City defense line continued to flicker and flicker, and there was always a continuous line of fire. Rows of force bombs roared in like a violent storm, and the entire row was on the ground.
Harvesting life.
The firepower of the Dark Fire mercenaries was so dense that people could not bear to look at it. In the blink of an eye, the death and injuries of the Dark Warriors were so great.
The human race's originally shaky second line of defense turned into a flesh and blood blender after a short rest.
On the battleship, Pratt's face was expressionless, and in his eyes there were only scores of dark warriors falling. In front of the White City defense line, the soldiers were risking their lives every time they pushed forward.
"My lord, would you like to..." a spider demon count asked cautiously.
Platt said decisively: "That is their last strength! Give me the order to have all the guys below the Marquis go to the front line to attack!"
Count Spider Demon was shocked and said hurriedly: "Sir, Qianye is in the city!"
"So what? Even Medeiros died in the battle, do you guys still want to hide behind? Come on!"
The Earl of the Spider Demon could only salute and said: "As you wish. But sir, that werewolf has been conserving his strength, why not..."
Platt pondered for a long time this time, and gradually there was a murderous intent in his eyes. He said slowly: "Let the Marquis of Red Fang go to the front line to supervise the battle. His current position is too far back."
"What if Lord Hongfang disobeys orders?"
"Then I will go and persuade him personally."
Count Nerubian took the order and left.
After paying heavy casualties, the Dark Soldiers rushed into the White City defense line twice, but were beaten back. After all, the Dark Soldiers on the front line were not all madmen who were not afraid of death. The battle damage was close to total annihilation, even in a violent state.
The werewolves will also retreat.
They regrouped outside the range of the Force gun, preparing for a larger-scale offensive.
The third charge began. This time it was obviously different from the previous ones. The attacking troops were mixed with a large number of strong men from the dark race. In a blink of an eye, they rushed to the defense line under the firepower of the mercenaries, and then relied on their personal tyranny to destroy every place.
Fortifications destroyed.
The siege battle is fought like this on the wild line, which is the stupidest way to play. However, no matter what the situation, using lives to fill the battlefield advantage is the most effective method.
The Dark Fire mercenaries couldn't help but have a little confusion, but most of the defense lines were veterans who had experienced hundreds of battles. They knew that retreating at this time would mean death, so it was better to resist desperately and maybe still have a glimmer of hope.
However, due to the large number of strong men joining in, the dark race had the absolute upper hand in close combat. As more and more dark warriors rushed into the defense line, the casualties of the mercenaries skyrocketed.
On the city wall, Song Zining was condescending, watching the offensive and defensive battle on the second line of defense, "You seem to be an impatient guy. He sent out all the strong men so quickly? I thought I had to go to the city to force out your trump card."
Woolen cloth."
He took out the black silver mask from his arms, put it on his face, stretched out his hand to the side, and an attendant had already offered him the spear.
Song Zining jumped out with his gun, and his figure disappeared in the air in the blink of an eye.
On the battle line, a spider demon Viscount was showing off his ferocious power. With a heavy ax in his hand, he cut three mercenaries in half with one slash. The hot blood splashed on his body, making him roar in the sky with excitement. However, at this moment, he
His laughter suddenly stopped. A spear tip that was neither gold nor jade protruded from his throat.
Song Zining's hand shook, and he withdrew the spear, then turned around, suddenly took three steps in a row, and drew out his spear like a dragon, knocking down a strong dark man with each step.
In the thick darkness of night, Song Zining's spear in white clothes stood out particularly eye-catchingly, and he was invincible wherever he passed.
In the blink of an eye, Xuan Yin's mask was splattered with blood, and his white clothes turned into a crimson color.
Generals are like this, how dare their subordinates refuse to die? For a moment, all the mercenaries were excited and fought to the death. The originally shaky defense line stabilized again.
As another werewolf baron was lifted into the air, Song Zining's previously flickering figure, which could not be locked at all, suddenly appeared clearly in an instant. Under the continuous bloody battle, he also consumed a lot of money, and the realm of Three Thousand Floating Leaves was inevitably a little unstable.
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At this moment, the night was suddenly filled with red light, and a huge red fang was clearly reflected on Song Zining's back!
Song Zining's whole body was shaken, and he drew his gun and turned around to stab back. Without even seeing it, he already knew that he was locked, and it was difficult to avoid this fatal blow. He could only force his opponent to give up by killing each other.
No one knows what Song Zining's expression is under the Xuanyin mask, but this opponent is able to seize a brief moment to launch a surprise attack in the chaos of the army, and his own strength is probably not much worse than Song Zining. Such an opponent has the upper hand.
, how easy is it to make a comeback?
A vague figure was intertwined with the firelight on the battlefield, and it was almost impossible to accurately capture it with the eyes. The shadow flashed from under the gun, and in an instant it circled behind Song Zining again, grabbing him at the back of the heart with one claw.
Seeing that the tips of his claws were about to touch Song Zining's white robe, the werewolf who had turned into a faint shadow suddenly felt alarm in his heart. A person stood out of thin air in the distance in his field of vision. That was Qianye. And in this fleeting glimpse,
The werewolf strangely saw that there seemed to be his own shadow in Qianye's eyes.
Suddenly a chill filled his heart. The werewolf felt that what he had just seen was too weird, almost like an hallucination. Besides, he didn't understand what he was afraid of. No matter how powerful Qianye was, what could he do if he was thousands of meters away?
However, this werewolf's character was firm enough. Even if his mind was turbulent, the killing moves in his hands did not pause at all. His sharp claws continued to move forward, tearing through the white robe, cracking the inner armor, and then piercing the flesh. Finally, he encountered an obstacle. Then
They are Song Zining's ribs.
The turbulent dawn force counterattack hit the werewolf's claws that could crack the alloy, and then encountered the prepared dark force suppression. In such a close combat, the disadvantage of human body strength was undoubtedly revealed, and the werewolf was preparing to kill him in one fell swoop.
Song Zining's heart was dug out, and a chill suddenly rose from the base of his back. It was so cold that it bit his bones, and he was unable to resist it!
He turned his head desperately and saw an afterimage in the sky hundreds of meters away. It was Qianye, but it was just an afterimage.
The werewolf turned around at the same time, and the claws that had been inserted into Song Zining's back were pulled out and slashed backwards. But when he turned around desperately, he only saw a sword light in his eyes. The werewolf's upper body separated from the body and flew high into the sky.
At this time, Qianye's figure slowly appeared.
Qianye looked at the sky, slightly surprised, and said: "So he is still a Marquis?"
"Can't you see?" Song Zining walked over.
"It's a bit weak."
"Weak? I almost died, is this called weak?" Song Zining said angrily.
Qianye smiled faintly and said: "With me here, how could you die? Is your injury serious?"
Song Zining shook his head, "It's a small injury on the flesh, it's not a big deal, not even the bones were hurt."
It was only then that the half of Hongya's body that was flying high fell to the ground with a plop. He was still struggling, trying to support himself. However, the flesh and blood at the incision was charred black, having been burned under the morning light of Qianye.
Coke, all life has been lost, and you can tell at a glance that there is no way to survive.
Qianye turned to look at the werewolf Marquis who was unwilling to struggle, with a somewhat confused look on his face, and then said: "That's right, it seems that he is indeed a bit too weak."
"Why do you feel weak? His Force level should be higher than mine, but Shadow Wolf is not very strong in melee combat. Wait, you... turn around and show me."
Qianye was a little confused and looked at Song Zining. Song Zining stared at his eyes carefully for a long time and said, "I see, your eye skills have improved again."
"Is that so? I don't feel it."
Song Zining glared at him and said angrily: "No feeling? Have you been able to restrain a marquis' actions before?"
Qianye thought for a while and said honestly: "No."
"That's enough. Okay, get ready to retreat. Let's cut off the rear." Song Zining floated up in the air regardless of the situation. The spear, which was neither gold nor jade, waved several trajectories in the air, then put away the gun and stood with his hands behind his back.
When Baicheng was neutral, another row of illumination bombs was fired, and the heavy artillery roared again, blocking the battlefield with firepower.
Only the strong men of darkness can break through the double blockade of flares and heavy artillery, but at this moment Song Zining and Qianye stood side by side, the two of them standing like that in the center of the entire battlefield.
They are waiting for someone to fight, but the Marquis of Red Fang was killed by Qianye's attack, who dares to fight?
On Yongye's side, all the attention fell instantly on Pratt. Only the Deputy Duke of Spider Demon could hope to break through the alliance between Qianye and Song Zining.
Pratt stood as still as a statue, unable to move.
After a while, the flares in the sky gradually fell silent, the heavy artillery fire also stopped, and the smoke cleared, revealing the outline of Baicheng. The second line of defense was empty, and all the mercenaries had withdrawn into Baicheng. Qianye and Song Zining were left standing. In front of the city gate.
Platt stared at Qianye, his pupils gradually shrinking.
Qianye seemed to feel something, turned his head slightly, and looked back. Their eyes were thousands of meters apart, and they collided in the air.
Qianye's eyebrows twitched, he sneered, and a thin line of blood shot up. He was full of momentum, just waiting for Pratt to fight.
Platt suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky. At this moment, there was a full moon in the sky, which was actually glowing with blood.