The second row of flares lit up the night sky again, and this time the werewolves learned how to behave. When the brightness changed, they quickly fell to the ground like a frightened bird, and the higher-ranking ones covered their eyes and completely sealed their sight with the force of darkness. . So the effect of the flare this time was much worse, it just delayed the action of the werewolf army.
However, the guards on Baicheng's defense line had already dealt with the elite werewolves rushing in. At this time, they freed up their hands and immediately seized the opportunity to attack the werewolves on the outside. The marksmanship of the mercenaries was sharp and ruthless, and almost all their guns hit the vital parts. Although the werewolves had a strong body defense, they were all busy resisting the flares, so they inevitably ignored them.
The second wave of blows was ruthless and accurate, causing blood spray after wave in the werewolf formation, and the werewolf soldiers fell down at an alarming speed.
An unusually tall werewolf earl in the rear looked livid, and finally roared up to the sky. Hearing his roar, the werewolf warriors turned around and retreated to the attacking position. Only a few ferocious werewolves were unwilling to retreat and were still charging, but they immediately became the targets of fire and were blasted to pieces in a blink of an eye.
"Why retreat?" A blood count appeared on the attacking position and yelled at the werewolf count.
The Earl of the Werewolf did not show any weakness, pointed at the heavy casualties, and shouted back: "You didn't say that there are such ghosts as flares! Also, when my people are charging, what about your support firepower?"
The blood count frowned and said, "They have air gunboats, and our heavy artillery has suffered heavy losses and cannot be transported. Don't you know that?"
"Can't ship it? Look over your head, is there one of their gunboats? Where is our fleet? Didn't your blood race dispatch a huge fleet? Where are they?"
The earl of the blood clan narrowed his eyes slightly, and said: "The outer space battle is not within your authority. You are not good in the first battle, so go and explain to Duke Pratt yourself!"
The Earl of the Werewolf let out a low growl, "It's because of your white-skinned bat that many of my people have died. You want me to explain it? Do you want me to explain it 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 down soon. If you kill me, all your people will be buried with me!"
The werewolf earl's eyes showed fierceness, his fingertips had already sprung out his claws, and he was about to make a move when a voice suddenly sounded: "Hunting Mane, stop. The Duke's order has come down, put your troops under my command, and continue to attack. As for this An idiot, he should explain to the Duke why he lost most of his heavy artillery."
Appearing in front of the two of them was a taller werewolf with long brown hair flowing behind his head, and the aura of a strong man who was one rank higher was so overwhelming that the blood count couldn't breathe. The Earl of the Blood Race reluctantly saluted, and left in a hurry, not even daring to say a word.
Earl Werewolf Lie Mane said bitterly: "If it wasn't for him..."
The Marquis stopped him and said, "It's meaningless to say these things now. We have to take down the position without the cover of heavy artillery. The good news is that the human race doesn't have gunboats anymore."
"They were killed?"
The Marquis snorted and said, "How can those idiots in the Mobile Fleet have this ability? If the human race's warships are not in front of them, they will never be able to hit them. If the entire two Grand Duke fleets were not killed by the human race some time ago, we will now What happened to this? The commander of the human race is very smart, he guessed that I would come, so he withdrew all the gunboats."
The other performances of the neutral land gunboat are hard to say, except that it is extremely strong and has thick armor, which can't be done by ordinary force guns. But at the level of Earl and Marquis, the small gunboats can no longer stop their ultra-long-range firepower. The dark race who had just suffered a big loss from the gunboat and launched another attack naturally came prepared.
This time the Werewolf Marquis brought several original force crossbows. With his personal blessing, the giant crossbow arrows shot were enough to penetrate the armor of the gunboat. But Song Zining took all the gunboats out of the void first, making the anti-air crossbows that the dark race had brought so hard to useless.
At this time, a bloody signal flare rose in the distance. Looking at the eye-catching scarlet, the Marquis Werewolf felt it was particularly dazzling, snorted, and said, "That idiot Pratt, do you think the blood race is really kind?"
He turned his head and said to the werewolf earl, "I'll give you a quarter of an hour to regroup and launch an attack in half an hour!"
Lie Mane said: "Is it still only my warriors?"
"Of course not. Pratt's private army has also arrived. It's just that it may not be so easy for him to win this time." The Werewolf Marquis looked at Baicheng not far away, with a deep light in his eyes.
Lie Mane said: "Since he wants to be the first, 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, go together. Just let the little ones in your tribe take it easy and don't go berserk if you have nothing to do."
"I see." Hunting Mane turned and left.
Standing on a high place, Marquis watched the army below rolling towards the planned attack position, and sneered slightly, "The one in the city is Song Zining, if you want to catch him alive, how can you not pay a price?"
After a while, Lie Mane hurried back and reported: "The troops are all ready."
The Marquis nodded, and summoned his personal guards to order: "Send the order, attack in ten minutes!"
Hearing this, the guard immediately let out a low growl, turned into a werewolf fighting form, and rushed away. Lie Mane was also full of enthusiasm, and he just wanted to roar up to the sky, and he took a big step, just wanting to rush to the battlefield.
Unexpectedly, before he could take a step, he was grabbed by the back of the neck.
"Where do you want to go?"
Lie Mane looked murderous, and said: "Of course I'm going to the front line, I'm going to wring the necks of those despicable humans with my own hands!"
"No," said the Marquis calmly.
"Any other tasks?"
"No mission, just watch here."
Lie Mane was at a loss, and asked inexplicably, "Why?"
The Marquis said meaningfully: "Although the devil-born idiot didn't say anything useful after he escaped, I feel that there must be someone in Baicheng: Qianye. He is Pratt's opponent, so we shouldn't get involved. "
Although Lie Mane was brave enough, he was still taken aback when he heard it, and said in shock, "Qianye?"
The Marquis looked gloomy, and said: "Although that idiot tried his best to cover it up, I think it is very likely that he has fallen in rank, and his injury seems to be caused by the plundering of vitality. This is the powerful innate power of the ancient blood race. I have never heard of a second blood clan awakening this ability."
"Plundering of life...an ancient blood race? Isn't it the legend that those vampire bats used to brag about?"
The Marquis smiled silently, and said: "Although the blood race likes to brag, they are indeed very powerful. Judging from the previous battle records, Qianye's ability is very similar to the vitality plunder, but even the blood race has not yet confirmed it."
Lie Mane's fighting blood slowly cooled down, "If I rush into the front line rashly, I will definitely become Qianye's target. Maybe..."
"No possibility, 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."
Lie Mane was taken aback, he never expected that the Marquis would have such a high opinion of Qianye. His face was ugly, and he stood aside silently. If Qianye was really as terrifying as the Marquis said, then it would be meaningless for him to go up.
On the big battlefield, the battle of the strong in the queue is used to control the battle nodes, but if the power of the two sides is one-sided, it is completely meaningless, and it is better to use a large amount of cannon fodder to pile up.
With the light of the fire still burning on the battlefield, one could see the warriors of the dark race gathered together like a group of marching army ants, slowly crawling towards the defense line of the White City.
Streams of fire kept coming and going in the air, like pieces of meteor shower, hitting each other's positions, and then there were bursts of violent explosions. Dark race fighters were thrown away in pieces from time to time, severed limbs and flesh and blood flew together with the flames. This is the heavy artillery of both sides bombarding each other.
The human race has a well-established position, and many soldiers are hiding in the bunker, waiting for the shells or ballistas to explode before coming out. In some front-line positions, mercenary snipers fired into the air from time to time, blowing up the incoming shells.
The casualties of the human race are not too large, but the dark race is different. Song Zining attached great importance to supplies, and the number of heavy artillery prepared was shocking. Baicheng is not big, and the mercenaries in Darkfire and Neutral Land totaled 50,000 people. But Song Zining raised more than 500 heavy artillery pieces.
On the narrow battlefield, this amount of artillery fire was so dense that it was terrifying, and even the powerful dark warriors with titles could only intercept half of them with all their strength.
The higher-ranking nobles either hid behind like the werewolves Hunting Mane and the Marquis, or they refused to waste their force on intercepting heavy artillery. Anyway, in their view, no matter how many cannon fodders die, it doesn't hurt. Yongye has more than a dozen continents, and just catching some strong men is countless cannon fodder.
Most of the heavy artillery of the dark race was destroyed by the gunboats, and the direct firepower was completely disproportionate. The dark warriors did not have enough cover, and the casualties were much more serious than that of the human race. It's just that the dark race has always used crowd tactics at the level of low-level fighters, and it's the same this time. There are too many of them, and this little damage can't stop the offensive at all.
At this moment, not only werewolves were in the attacking team, but also huge servant spiders and elite nerubian warriors. In the middle of the team was a nerubian that looked like a hill, every step it took would make the ground tremble continuously.
The dark warriors at the front had stepped on the corpses of their companions and rushed across the artillery line, entering the distance of the last charge, while the mercenaries of Baicheng were desperately firing from the cover. It's just that compared with the dark army like the tide, these firepowers seem weak.
A middle-aged mercenary was lying in the trench, holding a force gun, choosing a target calmly. The force gun can't fire a few shots, so it must not be wasted. Soon his sight caught a werewolf who was obviously taller than his peers. After the werewolves and nerubians of the dark race entered the fighting state, the stronger they were, the bigger their size would be. This werewolf was obviously a 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, its powerful jaws biting through his combat uniform, continuously injecting venom into the flesh.
The mercenary's expression changed drastically, and he slapped the spider into a meat paste, ignoring his nausea and fear. Only then did he notice strange, subtle rustling noises around him. The sound was drowned out by the guns on the battlefield and went unnoticed until now.
He suddenly felt something strange under his feet, he saw the ground clearly by the light of the next explosion, and immediately jumped up in shock!
There are almost endless spiders, big and small, everywhere.
After all, the middle-aged mercenary had rich experience. After the final panic, he immediately calmed down and trampled on the spiders to death. Except for their scary size and fast movement, these spiders are not much different from ordinary spiders in essence, and they basically die when they step on them.
The middle-aged mercenary stepped and stepped, and suddenly his movements slowed down, and then he leaned back, fell to the ground, and did not move anymore.
Dense spiders crawled all over his body in a blink of an eye, and the sound of gnawing made one's teeth ache. Soon the middle-aged mercenary turned into a white bone. After devouring his flesh and blood, the spider grew bigger and continued to crawl deeper into the position.
On the entire front line, chaos began everywhere, soldiers fell one after another, and the survivors were stamped and screamed hysterically.