Fulu, Baicheng, a quick battle has just ended.
Qianye ascended into the air and looked around the city, taking in every detail. For example, a strong man of his level, regardless of combat power and brain power, is far superior to ordinary people. After reading it once, he can memorize the terrain in the surrounding area in his mind. When the battle starts, there is no need to observe the terrain, and it can be used as if it were at home.
After seeing the terrain and defensive layout, Qianye fell to Song Zining's side and asked, "What are we doing now?"
"Sleep." Song Zining said without hesitation.
The dark race is only a tentative attack, and will retreat once frustrated. But as the offensive of the imperial army is in full swing, they will soon understand that time is critical, and they will find ways to mobilize heavy troops to destroy this place at all costs.
As long as Baicheng is still there, the Yongye transport fleet retreating from the landing site will always be under threat. The dark race couldn't bear it no matter what, and they would definitely fight to the death. The next day or two will be the real hard time.
Qianye went through the entire battle plan in his mind, and asked, "How about the outer space?"
Song Zining said: "From the information we have received so far, the outer space fleet will be led by the First Guard Fleet this time, and the Prime Minister has already returned to the floating land to participate in the battle over there."
Qianye frowned slightly, and said, "The right minister participates in the ground battle? Which part is he in charge of?"
Song Zining was very clear about the meaning of Qianye's question, and replied: "There is no need to worry about it. This time, the right minister will not be in charge of the specific battle command, but will manage the logistics supplies from the empire to the floating land."
Qianye was a little relieved, but there was always a vague shadow in his heart, but he couldn't tell what it was. Maybe it's because of Lin Shuai? Recently, the secret treasures and battle plans of the maelstrom were all made by him. It seems that everything is normal, but when you think about it carefully, the news about him has been relayed several times. No one has seen him in person
At this moment, out of the corner of Qianye's eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure passing away. Without hesitation, he arrived behind the man in a flash, and pulled him over.
The man was wearing the uniform of an ordinary mercenary, and after being carried around, Qianye was startled: "It's you?"
This guy dressed as a soldier is actually the nineteenth princess.
Qianye's expression darkened suddenly. Princess Nineteen came for unknown reasons and her identity was sensitive. It was best for her to stay in the Hall of Valor, safe and easy to control. But I didn't expect her to be so powerful that she could get into the Hall of Valor, and even sneaked to Baicheng.
But at this moment, the tug-of-war on the ground has become a reality, and the dark fire's floating fleet has already entered outer space, responsible for locking the air route in the void, preventing the troops from being cut off. At this time, it is no longer possible to call the Zhan Xun back for Princess Nineteen alone.
The Nineteenth Princess didn't panic about being caught, so she made a cute grimace and said lively, "You finally got caught."
"You are not staying in the Hall of Valor, what are you doing here?" Qianye asked coldly.
"This is the most interesting place! I have the blood of Da Qin Ji on my body, and I have achieved success in cultivation. How can I avoid war?!" Nineteen said it with confidence and boldness.
Qianye looked at Song Zining, even if Carol didn't notice such a big event, how could Song Zining miss it. Sure enough, Qianye saw the familiar changing look in Song Zining's eyes. His expression remained unchanged, but Qianye inexplicably understood what he meant: hostage.
Today's Great Qin Emperor's aptitude is mediocre, but the princes and daughters of the emperor's family still continue the strong blood and talent of the emperor's family, especially those from the maternity line, who are not inferior to the former emperor's daughters Haimi and Gaoyi. The Nineteenth Princess is considered to be a little worse, and the disadvantage is not obvious in the matriarchal line, but in this generation, there are only three or five princes and princesses who are stronger than her.
Such a young and potential princess ran to Baicheng. As long as the news is released, no matter what the marshal and generals in command of Fulu think, they must do their best to rescue this place. Otherwise, it would be good if the nineteenth princess died in battle. If it fell into the hands of the dark race, then the crime of almost missing a fighter's opportunity would definitely not be light.
As for how the news of the Nineteenth Princess in Baicheng spread, and how to convince people, there was no need to worry. Since she came, this matter could not be kept secret. The military department would know the whereabouts of the Nineteenth Princess sooner or later. And now, even if the empire wants to take her back to the rear alone, it is impossible. They can only honestly follow the original plan and forcibly open the passage through the floating land.
It's just that no matter who goes to the big battlefield, they have to live in their own destiny, and this method can only reduce some human interference factors on the surface.
Qianye couldn't help but take a closer look at Princess Nineteen. Her small face was full of anticipation and curiosity, and she didn't seem to understand that she was actually a hostage in disguise.
Qianye secretly sighed in his heart, this kind of underage little princess grew up in the deep palace in the interior of the empire, and was sent directly to the most dangerous battlefield before she really experienced the cruelty of war.
Qianye put Nineteen in front of Song Zining, and said, "Give her a seat."
Nineteen quit immediately and shouted, "I want to follow you!"
"What are you following me for? Are you holding back?" Qianye said unceremoniously, and left with his hands.
Song Zining grabbed the nineteenth princess and said with a smile, "What's the point of following him? Come with me."
"Following you? What are you doing then?"
Song Zining pulled the nineteenth princess into the air, and then his eyes moved slightly. As expected, the nineteenth princess could keep floating on her own. She should already be a warrior.
Even though Song Zining had seventeen or eight thoughts in his mind, it didn't show on his face. The two arrived at a commanding height in the city, where three mercenaries were already stationed.
Song Zining looked around, took a sniper rifle, handed it to Princess Nineteen, and said, "You are right here, responsible for killing the other party's officers."
Seeing the gigantic sniper rifle, Princess Nineteen's eyes lit up, like a child who got a new toy, and her face was full of laughter. Watching her quickly inspect and familiarize herself with the movements of each part of the firearm, she is extremely skilled.
After the nineteenth princess was settled, Song Zining watched for a while before leaving. No matter what her intentions are, she cannot follow Qianye. When the battle is intense, Qianye will definitely be besieged by the strong Yong Ye, and his side is the most dangerous position.
The dark fire mercenaries in the city are hurrying up, resting or eating. They are all veterans, and they know that the next battle will become more and more difficult and fierce. If they don't eat enough, they don't know if they will have a chance to eat next time.
The sky is getting dark and the night is gradually falling.
In the fortifications on the outer edge of the defense line, an elderly mercenary sat. His leather combat uniform had long been polished and shiny, and a Force pistol on his waist was also an antique that had been used for many years. He was sitting with his back against the wall, his eyes slightly closed, and he was dozing off.
An officer walked into the fortification, glanced at the old mercenary, but held back his attack, and signaled the other soldiers to strengthen their vigilance, while letting the old mercenary continue to rest.
The officer suddenly became inexplicably anxious, and couldn't help but look at the old mercenary again. At this moment, the old mercenary suddenly opened his eyes, and those strange eyes with vertical pupils immediately made the officer shiver.
The old mercenary seemed not to see the boss standing in front of him, jumped up, rushed to the firing hole of the fortification, sniffed vigorously a few times, then turned around suddenly, and shouted: "I smell the stink of werewolves!"
Before he finished speaking, a huge claw stretched out from the shooting hole, and grabbed the old mercenary's neck.
The old mercenary reacted extremely quickly and bowed his head suddenly. The werewolf's claws grazed his helmet, sending sparks. Fortunately, the old mercenary's neck bone was strong enough not to break under the violent impact.
The werewolf grabbed his helmet and wanted to crush the old mercenary's head and helmet together. The old mercenary kicked the wall hard and jumped back with his strength. All that was left in the werewolf's claws was a helmet.
The old mercenary narrowly escaped death, and immediately pulled out the huge antique force pistol at his waist. Charging, aiming, and shooting were completed in an instant, and the shot hit the werewolf's arm in the shooting hole.
The huge roar echoed through the fortifications, almost deafening the ears of several nearby recruits. The original force pistol spewed out long flames of original force, and a large piece of flesh and blood exploded on the werewolf's thick arm, and the entire arm was blown off in the middle!
The half-truncated arm flew across the entire fortification, and fell to the other end. Its claws were still grasping the helmet, and it had crushed the helmet into a piece of scrap metal.
The hysterical painful roar of the werewolf sounded outside the fortification. Even the most ferocious werewolf, the pain of a severed arm would be unbearable.
Loud gunshots and werewolf roars were more effective than any alarm, and in an instant, the entire defense line boiled up. All the fighters who were still resting or eating grabbed their weapons and rushed to their positions. One after another, the lighting bullets shot into the sky and landed slowly. The dazzling glare illuminated the entire front of the position.
In an instant, the Darkfire mercenaries saw werewolves all over the mountains and plains!
The werewolves running silently under the cover of darkness were caught off guard, and many of them had no time to close their eyes. They were hit by the white light of the flare, and suddenly screamed, covered their eyes and fell to the ground, and then writhed in pain. Some of the weakest werewolves even had blood in their eyes. Only a truly strong werewolf rubbing his eyes can continue to charge.
In a blink of an eye, the werewolf's charge team became disorganized, and the speed dropped sharply, which also gave precious time to the defensive troops.
The white light emitted by the flare actually contains a strong dawn force, which is very lethal to werewolves with extremely keen dark vision. If one accidentally looks directly at the white light, it can cause blindness for a short time, or cause permanent damage. damage, and even directly burnt his eyes.
Each of these flares is very valuable, and even the imperial military does not have much in stock, and they are generally only deployed on fortress-level fronts. Song Zining spent a lot of money to buy it back during the preparations for the battle. Sure enough, the first battle achieved remarkable results. The dark race on the opposite side probably didn't expect to encounter this thing at all, and the charge of the werewolf vanguard was directly abolished by half.
The first werewolves to touch the fortifications of the White City were the Shadow Wolves and some exceptionally powerful fighters. Their racial talent is good at hiding in the dark. Originally, they wanted to approach the defense line quietly, attack and kill the sentries first, and then attack by force. But unexpectedly, the old mercenary's perception was extremely keen, and he immediately noticed the approach of the werewolf.
At this time, hundreds of werewolf elite fighters who had undertaken the sneak attack mission had rushed into the defensive position and began to fight hand-to-hand with the mercenaries. A tall werewolf directly tore off a mercenary's arm from his body, then broke out fiercely, roaring upwards.
However, at such a gap, three mercenaries shot from behind at the same time, and inserted the bayonet deeply into the werewolf's body. The positions of these three mercenaries are very vicious, all of them are the key points of the spine and waist. No matter how strong the werewolf was, he couldn't withstand such an injury, so he struggled and fell down slowly.
The same scene was played out at different positions of the defense line. These elite werewolves were powerful individually, but after rushing into the defense line, they faced an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers.
The mercenaries in the neutral land are all veterans of small-scale battles. They cooperate with each other tacitly, and they are decisive and ruthless. A few rounds can bring down a strong werewolf. However, the large werewolf troops that were scheduled to come to the rescue were blocked by flares, and they were a few steps slower for a while. With such a short time difference, the hundred elite werewolves who broke into Baicheng were wiped out.
However, the follow-up werewolf fighters are still everywhere, as if there is no end.