Inside the White City, Song Zining stood at the top of the city and watched the various mobilizations of the dark race opposite.
Qianye had already patrolled the whole city and appeared next to him, asking, "Don't you need to call the Hall of Valor? It's still too late."
Song Zining shook his head, "The deterrent effect of the Hall of Valor is even more important. They don't know where the Hall of Valor is, that's the biggest fear. The Duke on the opposite side will never put his ship into battle. It's his escape tool. Once injured in battle, he will die here."
Qianye nodded in approval.
Song Zining pointed to the Eternal Night transport ship that kept shuttling back and forth in the distance, and said, "I've observed it all night. These are cutting-edge transport ships, and there are so many of them that a duke can't dispatch them at all. It seems that the dark race has finally reacted. Knowing that we need to focus our efforts to drive us off the floating land. Getting ready, starting now, is the real test."
Qianye nodded. The division of labor between the two has long been a tacit understanding. In normal battles, Qianye just sits and monitors, and will not take action. His goal is the top powerhouses in the opposing team, including Duke Romil.
Song Zining is in charge of all command and dispatch, and it is also his task to clean up the middle and lower ranks. With the prosperity of the world and the characteristics of three thousand floating leaves, those ordinary strong men couldn't lock Song Zining in the field at all. Even if he walked through thousands of armies, he was relatively safe. The only thing to be careful of was being attacked by dark strong men of the same level.
At this moment, the power tower in the Yongye camp has been installed, and several temporary large workshops have started to operate under the support of the power tower, and heavy trucks shuttle non-stop.
A desolate siren resounded across the sky, and the two heavy doors of the Eternal Night Camp slowly opened under the impetus of steam power, and heavy-duty trucks converged into a torrent of steel and drove towards the front line. Most of these heavy-duty trucks are dragging heavy artillery behind them, and the number is endless.
Song Zining narrowed his eyes slightly, turned around suddenly, and shouted: "Order, all heavy artillery should be scattered and concealed! Except for the frontline combatants, all personnel should enter the bunker!" The adjutant beside him immediately took the order and ran out.
"Can't beat it?" Qianye asked.
"We are running out of shells." Song Zining sighed.
He has already prepared extremely abundant supplies and ammunition, but with the war, the consumption is even more astronomical. In the previous battles, Dark Fire exchanged materials and ammunition for an unequal casualty ratio. But now, in the face of the overwhelmingly superior Yongye heavy artillery force, the only way to save their own strength is first.
The batch of heavy artillery brought by Romil has a larger caliber and a longer range. It was originally used on the front line of the floating land when facing the Unfallable City. Now it is urgently sent to the rear by a transport ship to fight against the human race who are good at defense. After news of the battle in Baicheng came out, all the supplies were transferred here to suppress Song Zining.
Hundreds of heavy artillery were deployed on the position, which was already outside the range of Baicheng's heavy artillery. It was not easy for Song Zining to transport so many heavy artillery pieces, and it was simply impossible to get more top-level heavy artillery pieces.
After a while, a distant fire flashed, and then bits and pieces of light continued to flash, like sparks. There was a strange whistling in the sky, and shells fell towards Baicheng one after another. Gunshots started to ring out in the city, and it was masters trying to intercept them with force guns.
Song Zining immediately picked up a large-caliber sniper rifle, fired three times in the air, and immediately shot three huge fireballs. For a powerhouse of his level, the manipulation of the body is already meticulous, and only ordinary gunpowder weapons can achieve the effect of the force gun. It's just that this kind of large-caliber sniper rifle has enough range, and its rate of fire is still limited. Even Song Zining can only intercept three shells in time.
Qianye took out twin flowers, held guns in both hands, and fired seven or eight shots into the air, and a heavy artillery shell would explode at the sound of the gunshots. After a round of rapid shooting, Qianye's aura only dropped slightly, and then quickly recovered. It's just limited by the shooting limit of Twin Flowers, every five shots in a row must be stopped, waiting for the force array to cool down.
As more strong men shot, 80% of these heavy artillery shells were intercepted, but the dozens of shells that fell still caused amazing damage. Every time a shell landed, the earth shook and the mountains were shaken. The sky over Baicheng.
Before the aftermath of the explosion caused by the first shelling had dissipated, there was another sharp whistling in the air. This time, the line of sight of most of the powerful was blocked, and the interception effect was greatly reduced. Nearly half of the shells fell into the city, and even the tallest turret remnant was blown off in the middle, and half of the tower fell into the city.
Romil refused to give Baicheng a chance to breathe, the heavy artillery roared continuously, and every wave of shells fell like a meteor shower. The loaders and porters circled around the heavy artillery, and the light of the original force array crawled on the cannon. Soon the temperature of the metal barrel soared, and the general force of the shooters was low.
However, under the spur of the supervising team, the heavy artillery was still fired at the most extreme speed. From time to time, there were screams on the battlefield. It was because the loader was accidentally burned, or the porter who was dizzy almost ran into the armament, and was whipped by the supervising team and buried in the muzzle. The gunners on the launch pads lost their strength one by one, and then were towed away and replaced by newcomers. Occasionally a Force cannon blasts the chamber, leaving a deep pit in place, a pile of scorched metal and limbs.
The interception within the city became weaker and weaker, even the section of the city wall where Qianye and Song Zining were standing was submerged by shells, forcing the two to separate to the left and right.
Under the cover of artillery fire, the weaker strong were unable to take action and could only protect themselves, while the ordinary mercenaries hid in the bunker, praying that they would not be so unlucky, and a shell just happened to land directly above the bunker.
The roar was almost the only sound in the entire world. There were raging fires everywhere, and thick smoke covered the entire city. No one could see clearly what was happening not far away. Buildings continued to collapse, even stone-built houses could not withstand such savage destruction.
The shelling continued, as if the end was coming.
I don't know how long it took before the shelling stopped suddenly, but the buzzing was still heard in people's ears, and no other sounds could be heard.
The original city wall has long been turned into gravel and rubble, and the defense line is no longer visible. The once neat white streets have now become ruins blackened by smoke and fire.
The scorched earth floated on the ground, and mercenaries emerged from the soil one by one. They shook the scorched earth off their bodies vigorously, patted their bodies, and checked for injuries.
An old mercenary who was originally stationed on the front line poked his head out and looked out of the city. He was so startled that he almost jumped up. The striker of the dark race is less than 100 meters away from the line of defense!
He yelled loudly, trying to call the heavy machine gun fire in the bunker. But he couldn't even hear the voice he yelled, and the aftereffects of the heavy artillery bombardment were still there. When the veteran turned his head, what he saw was a scene that made him despair. The original bunker had long since disappeared, replaced by a deep crater.
What kind of heavy artillery can't hit such a crater, which is the result of several shells falling in the same area. The original comrades in the bunker had already been turned into part of the ruins, and even the corpses could not be found.
The old mercenary turned his head, grabbed the original force gun, aimed steadily, locked it, activated the original force array, and then pulled the trigger. In the front sight, a high-ranking warrior of the Blood Race was shot down. The shot hit him in the shoulder, and an arm flew into the sky. The old mercenary didn't care to check the results, and aimed at another nerubian.
But after two shots, the dark race is close at hand. The old mercenary threw down his original force gun, took up his dagger, and fought with the oncoming dark army, before being swallowed by the dark tide.
Similar battles took place in every corner of the front line. The Eternal Night army was like a black tide, slamming on the White City, and the tide immediately seeped into the city. Every black stream that meanders forward represents a gap in the defense line that has been breached.
The outermost line of defense has fallen, and all the battles are unfolding in Baicheng. Every street corner and every building is a battlefield, and cold guns will come from nowhere.
A Nerubian Viscount appeared, jumped like flying in the ruins, climbed directly from the outer wall to the roof of a small building, and killed several snipers hiding there. However, the entire top floor suddenly exploded, blasting his huge body directly into the sky. It turned out that a powerful trap had been set up there, and these snipers were fighting on top of tons of explosives.
The White City had already been turned into ruins, but the army of darkness discovered that the ruins were actually better bunkers and fortifications. All experience is useless here, and no clues can be found, and their proud sense of smell is useless in the thick smoke.
The mercenaries in the neutral land have long been used to fighting in various extreme environments. Many towns in the neutral land were destroyed and built, and they often slept with the ruins. There is no need to teach them at all, they are experts in street fighting.
A large number of dark warriors poured into White City continuously. Although the battle in the center of the city was extremely stalemate, relying on the superiority in numbers, the dark race gradually gained the upper hand.
High in the sky in the distance, Romil had already stepped out of the battleship, floated in the air, and looked down at the Baicheng battlefield from a height.
The first wave of attacking troops had nearly all entered the city, and the area with the largest number of people was where the outer city wall was originally located. At this moment, fire suddenly burst out from under the city wall, and at the same time, viscous black oil continued to spray out from the ground, turning into a pillar of fire as soon as it left the ground. In the blink of an eye, a wall of fire appeared out of thin air, separating the white city from the follow-up troops of the dark race, and engulfing thousands of soldiers at the same time.
Romil's eyes narrowed. Sure enough, the battle in Baicheng suddenly intensified, and fierce battle broke out in almost every corner at the same time. And from this angle of being able to see the battle situation in the whole city, you will find that in two of the areas, the number of dark fighters is decreasing at an alarming rate.
With Romil's eyesight, he could barely see two faint figures shuttling back and forth. Wherever they go, the dark warriors will fall in large numbers.
Needless to say, this is Qianye and Song Zining.
They personally dealt with ordinary soldiers, which showed that the situation in the city had indeed reached the most critical moment. However, the solemnity on Romil's face did not decrease. The intensity of the battle in the city far exceeded his expectations. It is reasonable to say that the mercenaries should have suffered heavy losses, but their counterattack firepower has not decreased much.
"It would be great if more shells were brought over." Roselle's mind flashed this thought for a moment, and then put it aside. He also knew that it was the result of all his efforts to be able to transport so many heavy guns and ammunition that exceeded the norm by several bases.
The pressure faced in other directions is not less than here, and even worse. He was able to get so many resources because the higher-ups wanted him to end the battle here as soon as possible, and then go to support other directions. After all, looking at strength on paper, Baicheng's comprehensive strength is the weakest link.
At this moment, an attendant appeared and said, "My lord, Vice-Duke Pratt has returned."
Romil's eyes showed a cold light, and said: "Then let him enter the city, now."