Seeing that the momentum was not right, Ge Shitu took over and said, "Why bother talking? Now that I'm here, and we join hands, do you think we can still rush through here?"
I don't know if it's an illusion, but the corners of the mouth of the portrait on Haimi's mask seem to be slightly curved up, revealing a sneer. She said lightly: "Originally, I was only 30% sure, but you appeared too slowly. That demon-born idiot has been severely injured by my three arrows. It's not bad to have seven or eight achievements left in his strength. What's strange to me is that that idiot has never seen me. , you and I fought against each other back then, why did you stand by for so long? Why did you fight so late?"
Sen's expression changed immediately. Until Ge Shitu appeared on his own, he didn't notice anyone beside him, it was obvious that Ge Shitu was hiding on purpose.
Ge Shitu said angrily: "You were just a little girl back then, how can you be the same as now?"
"A little girl, didn't she also stand in front of you for a long time?"
Ge Shitu knew that the explanation of this kind of thing would only get darker and darker, so he opened his hands, the bloody light flashed on his fingertips, and shouted: "It's useless to talk, just hit it!"
However, just as he opened his hands, he suddenly saw another arrow protruding from the longbow in Haimi's hand. The whole body of this arrow is pitch black, as if it can absorb all light. Only by comparing the changes in the surrounding environment can one realize the existence of this arrow.
Ge Shitu's hair stood on end, and he exclaimed, "The seventh arrow!"
The cry has not yet fallen, but the black arrow has been released! The moment it left the string, it had appeared behind Geshitu.
With a loud cry, Geshitu made an extremely complicated turning trajectory, and rushed away, ignoring the majestic pass of Sen and the tens of thousands of troops below.
Sen was stunned for a moment, completely unexpected that the situation would take such a turn for the worse.
Haimi took off his mask, revealing an almost indescribable face. She looked no more than twenty years old, and the past years had not left any traces on her face. It's just that this beautiful face is very pale at the moment, and it's hard to tell whether it's because it's been hidden under the mask for too long, or if it's injured in some way. But from the corners of her eyes, there were two lines of blood that were shedding. Apart from being beautiful, it also showed that she was not in a good condition at the moment.
She turned to look at Sen, and said, "Do you know why I took off my mask?"
Sen's face was serious, and no matter how much he thought about it, he knew that there must be no romantic reason. While fully on guard, he asked, "Why?"
"I just said that I was only 30% sure of hitting you, but after shooting you, it became 60% sure."
Sen became more vigilant and said, "And then?"
"Then? If I try my best, it will become 100%!" Hai Mi smiled, and slowly drew another arrow.
Mori was shocked!
Even though she knew that Hai Mi must have paid a considerable price for the seventh arrow shot just now, and she only had two arrows left, but Sen didn't want to try how powerful these two arrows were at all. Even Ge Shitu ran away after seeing each other, and he didn't want to risk his life here.
"Wait a minute!" Sen hurriedly raised his hands, wanting to say something.
But why did Haimi care about him? The longbow is gradually full.
Seeing something bad, Sen didn't dare to bargain any more, so he turned around and left. At last, Hai Mi didn't actually shoot that arrow.
Geshitu and Sen withdrew one after another, and the morale of the dark race troops below can be imagined. The Imperial Vanguard stopped attacking just right at this time, so the Yongye defense line was busy immediately, and the garrison troops withdrew step by step.
The empire does not interfere, let alone pursue it. The most urgent goal of the Eastern Route Army is to complete the meeting, not to kill the dark army. The army on the opposite side has a complete organizational structure, but it lacks a commander. If you are greedy for this bit of military merit and arouse the opponent's desperate heart, I don't know how long it will be dragged on.
Hai Mi stood with his bow in hand until Yong Ye's troops had retreated seven or eight times, Fang said: "Go over." Then he turned around and flew into the battleship.
Before returning, she put on a mask again, so that no one could see her emotions.
The Imperial East Route Army set off again, rolled through the defense line, and rushed all the way along the edge of the floating land.
The middle road is another scene.
Zhao Jundu divided the troops under his command into several waves to attack alternately, and he would take the lead in every battle, so the morale of the army was extremely high, everyone died, and the momentum was like a broken bamboo all the way, and they went straight to Baicheng.
Since Zhao Jundu went to battle, the empire naturally paid more attention to it. Wei Guogong personally took charge of the Central Route Army and regarded it as a pillar. When Duke Doyle appeared, Duke Wei naturally took over and fought with him from the ground to the void.
Without the support of duke-level powerhouses, how could the Yongye army withstand the assault of the Imperial Central Army with the Zhao family's private army as the main force. Lines of defense were broken through, and the entire central area of the floating land was cut into pieces. If it weren't for the natural barrier of the foggy forest, the defense line of the dark race would not necessarily have been washed away.
In a series of surprise battles, Zhao Jundu showed another side that had been concealed by his powerful personal force in the past: in terms of talent in commanding battles, he was no worse than the first-line famous generals of the empire. He has an almost intuitive sensitivity to the weakness of Yongye's defense, and can often collapse the opponent's defense with a single blow.
On the other hand, most of the Eternal Night Warriors now know that the floating land is over, and everyone is thinking about how to get out. They have no intention of fighting, and their determination to defend the defense is not firm.
However, several advisors felt that Zhao Jundu's use of troops this time could be called a bit aggressive. He supervised the army without any regard for the strength of the troops, and he just swung his troops straight forward without making any detours to ease.
Fortunately, Zhao Xuanji is still in charge of the overall situation in the Unfalling City in the rear, and all kinds of resources are continuously sent in, giving priority to replenishing the army in the middle. And Zhao Jundu's troops were invincible wherever he went, making those plans and suggestions useless. In addition, there are two teams drawn from Zhao Xuanji and Zhao Weihuang's guards, specially sweeping around Zhao Jundu to protect the flanks.
As a result, Fulu Middle Road almost became the world of the Zhao Clan, while the East Road was headed by the emperor's family, and the rest of the powerful families, including Qingyang Zhang's, all squeezed into the West Road.
This is a rather strange pattern, and people who are interested have repeatedly figured it out, but they can't grasp anything. It just feels like there are too many people in the imperial family and the Zhao clan.
Although in the national war, the imperial family and the imperial guards have always been the vanguard, but the battle of floating land does not seem to have reached this level. What's more, most of the royal reserved territories are located in Qin Lu, and now the Changsheng King who sits in Qin Lu is very old. Once the empire loses a king, Yong Ye will take the opportunity to attack the mainland, and still rely on the imperial family to support the overall situation. How to adjust the side
Baicheng, in just one day, the entire city has been completely changed. There are not a few tall buildings in the whole city, and all obvious targets have been completely destroyed by the Yongye heavy artillery.
The city was completely turned into ruins, the ground was covered with corpses, and the foundation and soil could no longer be seen. The thick smoke was still filling the air, but the light of the fire had faded a lot. There were not many things to burn in the city.
From the beginning of the attack, Romil almost crazily smashed all the heavy artillery shells into the city. This kind of indiscriminate bombing really had an effect. At least half of Song Zining's carefully prepared heavy artillery group was destroyed. Fortunately, the cannonballs were almost gone, so Qianye and Song Zining didn't feel distressed.
They didn't care about their distress. As soon as the shelling ended, the dark army attacked. In one day, Romil's army launched eight attacks. Although they were all beaten back, there are traces of battles in every corner of the entire city.
In the ruins of a house, Qianye stood against the wall, silently smoking a cigarette. This is already a rare enjoyment on the current battlefield.
Covered in dust, Song Zining got out from nowhere, sat down on the ground in front of Qianye, and yelled, "I'm exhausted! Where did these guys get so much cannon fodder, don't they feel sad?"
"How many of us are there?"
"Wait, give me a cigarette first. I've already finished smoking at that point."
Qianye touched his body and found that there was no one left, so he handed him the remaining half. Song Zining didn't care much about it, took a deep breath, and then said in satisfaction, "I don't know why, but I want to smoke every time I go to war..."
After smoking, Song Zining closed the area around him in a flash, and said, "We still have more than 10,000 people left. However, there are only a few hundred people left in the reserve team that has not been used. Their attack is too crazy, it is simply impossible normal."
"Only 10,000?" Qianye knew that the casualties must be heavy, but after hearing the exact number, he still felt an unexpected heaviness.
Song Zining seemed to be thinking from a different angle, "When this battle is over, Dark Fire will probably go bankrupt."
This time, Qianye and Song Zining brought an entire army of 40,000 troops from a neutral place. Except for the nearly 10,000 people who stayed behind in the fleet, the rest were thrown into the Baicheng battlefield. In just one day's work, more than half of the entire army was killed or injured, which shows that the battle situation is tragic. If it is in a neutral place, whether it is offensive or defensive, the army will basically collapse if the battle damage reaches this level.
In the melee where wars were burning everywhere, even Qianye and Song Zining were unable to take care of those ordinary mercenaries, and they had no time to take care of the dark race's powerful knights who were like ants devouring elephants.
But thinking of more than 10,000 soldiers dying in battle on such a small piece of land, Qianye still felt unreal.
Song Zining knew what he was thinking, so he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't think too much, this is war. More than 10,000 people died here, and the other party probably had three or four times as many deaths as us, not counting all kinds of spiders." , servants of the Wargs."
The biggest headache for Yong Yefang is that the reproduction speed of the human race is far faster than that of most dark races, and it is slower than that of the servants. However, the servants cannot be trained into high-level fighters or even powerful knights. Although the human race is only partially able to awaken the dawn force, they can basically use weapons after training. In this way, at the level of real fighters, the individual combat power of the human race is relatively weak, and the intergenerational replenishment speed is much faster.
Therefore, in battle, as long as the human race has fewer casualties than the dark race fighters, it is usually acceptable. As for the defense of the White City so far, the casualties of the dark warriors were several times that of the mercenaries. No matter where they were placed, the results could be said to be brilliant.
It's just that Qianye's frowning eyebrows didn't relax.
On the battleship in the distance, Romil looked at the battle report of the number of casualties in front of him, and there seemed to be clouds slowly piling up above his head. After a long time, he said, "That is to say, we lost 50,000 soldiers in just one day of fighting?"
An earl said cautiously: "It also contains the missing numbers."
"Trash!!" With a snap, the battle report hit the earl's face.