The initial defeat did not affect the determination of the dark race to attack. Although they suffered heavy losses on the first two lines of defense, they had a strong force after all, and quickly reorganized their lineup. The dark fighters kept coming from the reserve area and crowded densely on the offensive position.
The dark race did not sit idle during the regrouping process. They assembled a lot of heavy artillery firepower and continuously bombarded the Baicheng position. And in the battle of artillery fire, how could the dark fire mercenaries admit defeat
Inside the White City, heavy artillery spewed out flames, pouring shells onto the artillery positions of the dark race. Under the absolutely suppressed firepower advantage, the heavy artillery of the dark race was constantly silenced, but this time the dark race made up their minds, and the speed of replenishment was uncharacteristically procrastinated, and new heavy artillery roared continuously, regardless of the cost. .
The absolute number of human troops has never been comparable to the dark race with a large number of servants. Therefore, the priority of the dark artillery fire is to destroy the heavy artillery of the opponent. In this way, the coverage of the dark race troops that are gathering is limited.
And under Pratt's strict order, the dark powerhouse stopped saving the original force and began to try his best to intercept aerial artillery fire, which also greatly limited the effect of dark fire and heavy artillery strikes.
With the completion of the assembly of the dark army, 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 been sounded, one by one the dark warriors jumped out of their positions and charged towards the defense line of Baicheng.
As soon as the vanguard soldiers stepped into the range, they felt their eyes light up. They reflexively wanted to close their vision, and then they realized that it was not a flare, but a continuous line of fire that lit up along the outline of the entire White City wall. When the original force gun bombarded, the number of original force flames spewed out was too large, so it could be mistaken as a line.
In an instant, the dark warriors rushing to the front fell down in pieces as if hitting an invisible wall.
However, the dark warriors following behind ignored them and continued to charge, stepping on the corpses of their companions. The flames on the Baicheng defense line kept flickering, and it was always a continuous line of fire. Rows of original force bullets roared like a storm, harvesting life in whole rows.
The firepower of the dark fire mercenaries was so dense that it was hopeless, and in a blink of an eye, the casualties of the dark fighters were so great that people couldn't bear to look directly at them.
The human race's originally crumbling second line of defense, after a short rest, became a flesh and blood blender.
On the battleship, Pratt had no expression on his face, and only the dark warriors fell in his pupils. In front of the Baicheng defense line, Bingfeng took his life to fill every step he pushed.
"My lord, do you want to..." a Nerubian Earl asked cautiously.
Pratt said decisively: "That is their last strength! Send me an order to let all the guys below the Marquis go to the front line to attack!"
The Nerubian Earl was shocked, and hurriedly said, "My lord, Qianye is in the city!"
"So what? Even Medeiros died in battle, do you guys still want to hide behind? Give it to me!"
The Nerubian Earl had no choice but to salute, and said, "As you wish. But my lord, that werewolf has been preserving his strength, how about..."
Pratt pondered for a long time this time, and gradually there was a murderous intent in his eyes, and he said slowly: "Let the Marquis of Red Fang go to the front to supervise the battle. His current position is too far behind."
"What if Master Hongfang doesn't obey the order?"
"Then I'll go and persuade him myself."
The Nerubian Earl took the order and left.
After suffering heavy casualties, Dark Bingfeng charged into Baicheng's defense line twice, but was beaten back both times. After all, the dark warriors on the front line were not all lunatics who were not afraid of death. The battle damage was so close to complete annihilation that even the werewolves in a berserk state would retreat.
They regrouped outside the range of the force guns, brewing a larger offensive.
The third charge began, and this time it was obviously different from the previous ones. The attacking force was mixed with a large number of strong men of the dark race. Fortifications destroyed.
It is the most stupid way to fight the siege battle on the field line, but no matter what the situation, it is the most effective way to use your life to fill the advantage of the battlefield.
The Darkfire mercenaries couldn't help being a little confused, but most of the defense line were veterans who had experienced many battles. They knew that retreating at such a time would mean death.
However, due to the joining of a large number of powerful people, the dark race has an absolute upper hand in close combat. As more and more dark fighters rushed into the line of defense, 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, "It seems that you are an impatient guy, who sent out the strong so quickly? I thought you had to go to the bottom of the city to force out your trump card." Woolen cloth."
He took out the black silver mask from his bosom, put it on his face, and stretched out his hand to the side, and an attendant had already offered him a spear.
Song Zining jumped out with a spear in hand, and his figure disappeared in the air in an instant.
On the front line, a nerubian viscount was showing fierce power, with a round ax in his hand, he cut three mercenaries in half with one blow. Hot blood splashed on his body, making him growl in excitement. However, at this moment, his laughter stopped abruptly. A non-gold and non-jade spear protruded from his throat.
Song Zining shook his hand, drew back the spear, then turned around, and suddenly took three steps in a row, shooting out the spear like a dragon, picking off a strong dark man with each step.
In the thick night, Song Zining's white-clothed long spear was exceptionally eye-catching, and he was invincible wherever he passed, without a single pass.
In the blink of an eye, the Xuanyin mask was splattered with blood, and the white clothes were completely stained.
The chief general is like this, how dare his subordinates refuse to die? For a while, the mercenaries were all excited and fighting to the death. The originally crumbling defense line stabilized again.
After picking up another werewolf baron into the air, Song Zining's flickering figure that could not be locked at all suddenly appeared clearly for an instant. Under the continuous bloody battle, he also consumed a lot, and the field of three thousand floating leaves was inevitably a little unstable.
It was at this moment when the night was suddenly dyed red, and Song Zining's back clearly reflected a huge red fang!
Song Zining's whole body shook, he drew his gun and wanted to turn around and stab back. Without seeing it, he already knew that he was locked, and it was difficult to avoid this fatal blow, so he could only force his opponent to give up with the style of killing each other.
No one knew what Song Zining's expression was under the Xuanyin mask, but this opponent was in the midst of the chaos, and was able to seize a short moment to make a surprise attack, and his own strength might not be much worse than Song Zining's. With such an opponent taking the lead, how easy is it to come back
A vague figure was intertwined with the flames on the battlefield, and the eyes could hardly catch it accurately. The shadow flashed under the gun, and in an instant it circled behind Song Zining again, grabbing his back with one claw.
Seeing that the tip of his claws was about to touch Song Zining's white robe, the werewolf who had turned into a faint shadow suddenly screamed with alarm in his heart, and a person stood out of thin air in the distance flashed in his 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 came to his heart, the werewolf felt that what he saw just now was too weird, almost like a hallucination, besides, he didn't understand what he was afraid of. No matter how powerful Qianye is, he is still a thousand meters away. What can he do
However, this werewolf's heart was firm enough, even though his mind was turbulent, the ultimate move in his hand did not stop at all, his sharp claws continued to move forward, pierced the white robe, split the inner armor, and then pierced the flesh, finally encountered obstacles. That was Song Zining's rib.
The turbulent dawn force counterattacked and slammed into the werewolf's claws that could crack alloys, and then encountered the dark force that had been prepared to suppress it. In this kind of close combat, the inferiority of the human race's physical strength was fully revealed. The werewolf was about to dig out Song Zining's heart in one fell swoop, when suddenly a chill rose from the base of his back and tail. It was so cold that he couldn't resist it!
He turned his head desperately, and saw an afterimage in the sky hundreds of meters away. That was Qianye, but it was just an afterimage.
The werewolf turned around at the same time, and the claws that had been inserted into the back of Song Zining's heart were drawn out, and stroked backwards. But when he turned around desperately, he only saw a sword light in his eyes. The upper body of the werewolf separates from the body and flies high into the sky. Only then did Qianye's figure gradually appear.
Qianye looked at the sky, feeling slightly surprised, and said, "So he's still a Marquis?"
"Can't you see?" Song Zining walked over.
"It's a little weak."
"Weak? I almost died. Is this 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, "A little flesh injury, it's nothing serious, not even a bone injury."
It wasn't until then that the half of Hong Fang's flying body fell to the ground with a plop, still struggling and trying to support itself. But the flesh and blood at his incision was all scorched black, it had already been burnt into coke under the morning light of Qianye, his vitality was gone, and he could tell at a glance that there was no way out.
Qianye turned his head to look at the werewolf Marquis who was unwilling to struggle, with a puzzled expression, and then said: "That's right, it seems to be a little too weak."
"Why do you feel weak? His force level should be higher than mine, but the shadow wolf is not very strong in hand-to-hand combat. Wait, you... turn around and show me."
Qianye was a little confused, so he looked at Song Zining. Song Zining stared at his eyes for a long time, and Fang said, "I see, your pupil technique has improved again."
"Is that so? I don't feel it."
Song Zining glared at him, and said angrily, "I don't feel it? Could you restrain the actions of a marquis before?"
Qianye thought for a while, and said honestly, "I can't."
"That's enough. Alright, let's get ready to retreat, let's break the rear." Song Zining floated up on the spot without hesitation, waving the non-gold and non-jade spear in the air several times, and then put the gun back and stood behind his back.
When Baicheng was neutral, another row of flares was fired, and the heavy artillery roared again, blocking the battlefield with firepower.
Only dark powers can break through the double blockade of flares and heavy artillery, but at this moment Song Zining and Qianye are standing side by side, and the two of them are standing in the center of the entire battlefield like that.
They were waiting for someone to fight, but the Marquis of Red Fang was already under Qianye's blow, so who would dare to fight
On Yong Ye's side, all the attention fell on Pratt in an instant. Only if the Nerubian Vice-Duke takes action in person, can he hope to break through Qianye and join forces with Song Zining.
Pratt stood still, like a statue, motionless.
After a while, the flares in the air gradually fell silent, the heavy artillery fire stopped, and the smoke cleared, revealing the outline of Baicheng. The second line of defense was empty, and all the mercenaries had withdrawn to the White City. Meanwhile, Qianye and Song Zining stood in front of the city gate.
Pratt stared at Qianye, his pupils gradually shrinking.
Qianye seemed to sense something, turned his head slightly, and looked back. The eyes of the two were thousands of meters apart, and they collided in the air.
Qianye raised his eyebrows, let out a sneer, and a thin line of blood shot straight up, showing all his momentum, just waiting for Pratt to fight.
Pratt looked up sharply, looking skyward. At this moment, there was a full moon in the sky, and it was actually glowing with blood.