On the battlefield, except for a very few top powerhouses, few people noticed the change of the moon above their heads. Some powerful blood clans felt it and looked at the full moon in the sky in unison.
The warriors of the dark race gathered silently, waiting for new orders. They suddenly found that the battle formation seemed extremely thin. Looking around, there seemed to be a lot of soldiers, but they were inexplicably flustered. Some smart people soon discovered the difference. The number of officers in the army, especially the strong ones, was much less, and even some formations could not find a few.
The strong are the backbone of an army, and everyone knows how far a cannon fodder army can go without the strong. Now the number of strong men in the army has suddenly decreased by more than half, which immediately shakes the army.
Some survivors who had withdrawn from the front line looked back at the second line of defense strewn with corpses, and suddenly had a chilling thought: Did they all die there
On the battleship, the Nerubian Earl reappeared, but this time he was limping and half of his body was covered in blood. With a weak and hoarse voice, he said, "My lord, I'm back."
"What about casualties?"
"Our troops lost about one-third. After several battles, the casualties on the human side should be around 4,000."
"20,000 fighters for 4,000 humans?"
The Nerubian Earl said: "My lord, most of our casualties are cannon fodder. It is normal for the battle damage rate to be high."
Pratt snorted, his eyes were sharp, and he gave Count Nerubian a hard look. The count hurriedly lowered his head, expressing humility, not daring to meet Pratt's eyes.
Pratt, however, had long seen the dissatisfaction hidden beneath the earl's respectful and reasonable exterior. He put his emotions away, and asked lightly: "So now, what is your suggestion?"
This is a question with a trap. The Nerubian Earl thought about it, but he gritted his teeth and said, "My lord, it doesn't matter how many cannon fodders die, but too many of our nobles have died in battle! This is the skeleton of your army." ! My lord, even the Marquis of Red Fang was killed in battle, if you hadn’t made the move yourself, no one would be able to stop Qianye.”
The corners of Pratt's eyes twitched slightly, he raised his head, glanced at the full moon in the sky, and said slowly: "Since this is the case, then... withdraw the troops."
"What?" Count Nerubian couldn't believe his ears.
"Retreat." Pratt repeated the order.
"You can't retreat! My lord, if you withdraw like this, all the credit will be taken away by Lord Romil. And at that time, he will probably pin all the charges of being unfavorable in the first battle on you! We still have troops , as long as you stay on the offensive, even if it’s a symbolic one.”
Platt's eyes were deep, and he said, "That must be done by Romil."
Having said that, the Nerubian Earl knew that Pratt had made up his mind, so he didn't dare to speak out, so he had to retreat under orders.
The retreat horn sounded, and the dark race army slowly withdrew from the battlefield. The gate of Baicheng opened wide, and an army of nearly a thousand people poured out from inside, and began to quickly clean up the battlefield.
The mercenaries didn't have much time. The window of time for this battle was less than an hour, and a large black floating ship appeared in the distance.
Several Eternal Night battleships lined up in front, confronting Baicheng far away, covering the landing of the transport ships behind. As countless soldiers walked out of the transport ship, a new battle was about to begin.
Suddenly there was a faint coercion in the distance, and a huge battleship broke through the clouds and slowly flew towards the battlefield.
This battleship is clearly in the style of the blood clan, with gorgeous exterior decoration. The relief on the bow is a half-tilted holy grail, and the blood will not fall from the mouth of the cup. Judging from the size of the battleship, it is at least a Duke-class ship. Its appearance immediately boosted the morale of the soldiers, and cheers rang out.
Qianye narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "What is he doing here with his ship? Looking for death?"
No matter what type of giant warship is close to the ground, it is inconvenient to move, especially when the two armies are at war on a large battlefield, and the enemy and the enemy are intertwined. The requirement for air strike firepower is precision, not power. If the terrain of the battle is special, the battleship must always pay attention to its battle altitude.
The role of giant warships appearing on a large battlefield is to deter and prevent being cut off. If they are used to directly participate in battles, unless they intend to flatten their own and enemy forces on the ground, otherwise they must be careful to gather strong opponents to force them to attack. board the ship.
What's more, the Hall of Valor is standing outside the void at this moment. If the Duke of the Blood Race really participates in the battle with a ship, then Qianye can command the Hall of Valor to pounce on the prey that is delivered to his mouth.
However, the Duke's ship hovered hundreds of meters above the ground, and did not move any more, as if it was just marching.
The transport ships came one after another. Countless dark warriors stepped out of the ship, surging like a tide. The dark army did not launch an attack immediately, but began to build various fortresses and fortifications on the spot. This action was similar to Song Zining's deployment when he attacked Baicheng.
Subsequent transport ships also unloaded many large construction machinery. Then an extraordinarily stout transport ship came and erected a small power tower directly in the fortress.
The Baicheng side tentatively fired two waves of long-range force cannons, and the range obviously could not reach the fortress, but the dark race responded immediately, and the strong shot intercepted most of the shells, and the rest were also shot. Hit the middle ground.
From the speed and strength of this wave of interception, it can be seen that it is basically impossible for Baicheng to interfere with the opponent's camping, so they simply save some artillery fire and hurry up to rest.
The dark army's preparations went on for a whole night, and at dawn, a fortress of no lesser scale appeared opposite the White City. Behind the fortress were endless barracks, and I don't know how many soldiers had assembled.
At the head of Baicheng, Song Zining put down his high-powered binoculars, with a serious face, he said, "That's the Duke of Mammon, the twelve ancient clans of the blood clan, and their great nobles rarely participate in camp battles. It seems that the rumors of the internal truce in Yongye are true. If Yongye's internal friction is reduced and more troops can be drawn to the floating land battlefield, this battle may be difficult to fight."
Qian Ye said lightly: "From the very beginning, we knew it would be difficult to fight. When will the reinforcements arrive?"
Song Zining shook his head and said, "No matter when the reinforcements will come, I'm afraid we have to get through this hurdle first."
Qianye nodded slowly, and said, "As usual, the Duke will leave it to me."
Song Zining frowned slightly, and said, "Qianye, now is not the time to be brave, are you sure?"
"My blood energy accumulation is already on the verge of breaking through. If I don't care about the consequences, I can advance to the next rank at any time. Although there is still a gap between me and him at that time, it is not impossible to fight."
"It's not time to go all out, let's play a few games first. Hey, I have been setting up here for a long time. If you want to take my position, you can't do it without paying the price. It depends on how determined they are."
Inside the Duke's ship, Romil sat on the central throne, resting his jaw with his hand, looking down.
In front of the throne, stood two werewolf powerhouses and a nerubian count. They were all wounded, with blood stains oozing from under the bandages. Their breath was weak, and they looked like they were barely able to stand. This is the coalition officer who was left behind by Duke Pratt for the so-called handover.
Romil was thin and thin, with a pair of deep eagle eyes that seemed to be flickering with blood, and said slowly: "So, Pratt left just like that, and didn't leave the troops behind?"
The Nerubian Earl hurriedly said: "That's not the case. Lord Platt's troops directly under him suffered heavy losses and urgently need to rest. Lord Platt wants to reorganize the rear and join the battle after recovering its combat power..."
Before he finished speaking, the Blood Duke on the throne snorted and flicked his fingers. When Earl Nerubian heard the fingering, his eyes suddenly protruded, and he grabbed his throat with both hands, but he couldn't say a word. He struggled desperately, a spider body appeared, and finally collapsed, twitched a few times and then stopped moving.
Romil's eyes fell on the two werewolf viscounts, and said, "It's just killing a coward who escaped from the battlefield. Why, do you have any opinions?"
The werewolves hurriedly said not daring.
In fact, the earl is already considered a big man in the Yongye society, and he can be said to be a real nobleman of the upper class. In normal times, no matter how arrogant and powerful Romil is, he still cannot kill a count at will. But the two werewolf viscounts knew very well that this was a battlefield, and as long as they were given the reputation of running away, they would be killed if they were killed.
In fact, here, the power of Pratt, the deputy duke of the spider demon, was not much worse than that of Romil, but he was greedy for meritorious service, and attacked before the real coach Romil's army arrived. Not only did they lose their soldiers and generals, but they also lost all their heavy equipment. More importantly, the backbone of the ranks and titles suffered heavy casualties, and they were really hurt.
Walking away after losing the battle, although not fleeing before the battle, Romier can still sue him severely based on this. It is really normal for a fight between two duke-level figures to involve a few small people like viscounts and earls.
The werewolf was not under Pratt's command, and he had no intention of doing justice for the Nerubian Count. Seeing that they were subdued, Romil nodded, slowed down his tone, and said, "Go and inform Pratt, no matter where he is now, let him return immediately and lead all the troops! This idiot, it's time for him to return!" You can't see the situation clearly. If you can't win this battle, you will basically die here."
After the two werewolf viscounts were taken down, a blood marquis in the command hall asked, "Is the situation really so urgent?"
Now all those left are confidantes, Romil said: "Outer space is lost, and the remaining mobile fleets only dare to protect the most important nodes, and have no courage to go to a decisive battle with the human fleet. On the ground battlefield, those wastes are also They are retreating steadily, and two of the human race's three-way troops have a clear goal of advancing here. Once they meet, this place will never be taken back. This is the largest floating airship take-off and landing base in the entire floating land. It's gone. It would be great if our army can withdraw 10% of this base."
Another blood count said: "When did the human race become so powerful? Didn't they have been suppressed by us before?"
"They transferred a lot of strong people from the mainland, real strong people."
Someone with a quick mind suddenly thought: "Aren't they afraid of leaving the mainland empty when they deploy troops like this?"
Romil said coldly: "The parliament has its own arrangements for what happens to the mainland of Great Qin. But our battlefield is here. The fact is that the strong human race has already arrived, so don't take chances."
The confidantes looked at each other and asked respectfully: "Who leads the two routes you just mentioned? How can we not stop it?"
Romil said slowly: "One way is Hai Mi, and the other way is Zhao Jundu."
Zhao Jundu is well-known, needless to say, but the real high-ranking blood clans all trembled when they heard Hai Mi's name.
Seeing that the morale of the army seemed to be a little unstable, Romil said: "The parliament has sent two dukes, Sen and Doyle, to intercept it, so it should be fine."
I have no confidence in what I said, and the people below are naturally even less confident. The Marquis of the Blood Race couldn't help but said: "The two dukes alone may not be enough to stop Haimi, right? According to Daqin's military habits, there will be at least one deputy in her army who is close to the level of a god general, and The emperor's blood on that woman's body is terribly thick, and she was not a general in those days, so she was able to hunt down and kill the marquis. Why didn't the council send more people, even if it was an extra deputy duke."
Romil smiled wryly, and said, "How could the council not have thought of this level? The question is, who is willing to go? The mobile fleet has lost control of outer space, and even a Duke-class ship may not be able to escape the human race." The strangulation of the Imperial Guard Fleet. So in those two directions, there is actually no retreat."
Only then did everyone suddenly realize why they sent two ordinary dukes to carry out such an important task.
In the sequence of great aristocrats in the world of Evernight, the existence of unspoken rules is more serious than that of the middle and lower classes. The rank only represents the level of personal strength, and the real combat power, background, and identity of the same rank may be very different.
The mission this time is too dangerous. Ordinary dukes will still take orders from the Eternal Night Council, but if it is a famous clan patriarch or core member of a famous family, even the Council cannot use them as cannon fodder for nothing.
"There is another bad news. I heard that Gao Yi has also arrived on the floating land. Maybe one day, we will meet her." Romil said slowly.
This time, the blood race was even more shocked than before. The human race has a limited lifespan, so the famous generals of Daqin have always been numerous. And the members of the imperial family among them, even though they have little activity in normal times, still attract the attention of Yong Ye Fang. Like many famous families of Yong Ye, most of them only appear during the national war. In the eyes of the dark powerhouses, nature also receives the same attention as the famous families of the four major races.
Romil raised his voice: "So, if you don't want to be thrown into the frontal battlefield, you must win this battle! Send orders, get the team ready to attack!"