The place where the fireworks started was tens of kilometers away, but when they saw the rising purple air, Romil and Pratt knew that the situation was over. For the army, this distance still needs half a day to march, but for the strong, it is within a blink of an eye.
Romil did not expect that the Central Route Army would come so quickly. He couldn't help cursing: "That trash Doyle!"
Yongye has adjusted the commander's arrangement once in response to the empire's offensive. The power to intercept the Empire's middle army seems to be the weakest, but in fact it is because the middle itself is under the greatest pressure. They are equivalent to cutting a road from the center of the Yongye army. Once the east and west roads do not go well, the middle army will face The harsh situation of three-sided attack.
In Yongye's current arrangement, Haimi is the strongest in intercepting Haimi, followed by the west road and the weakest in the middle road. And almost all the movable heavy artillery was transferred to Baicheng, hoping to destroy the empire's sharp knife inserted into Yongye's heart with a thunderous force.
But no one expected that such a battle loss in Baicheng had not yet been won. But the army that came to join the army from the imperial side was the strongest East Road Haimi who hadn't arrived yet, but the Central Army arrived first.
Romil couldn't care less about cursing Doyle's incompetence, and stared at Carol, quickly calculating the strength comparison between the two sides. In his opinion, maybe before the strong men from the Central Route Army arrived, there was still a chance to completely resolve the battle in Baicheng.
However, what people didn't expect was that Pratt suddenly soared into the sky, and left a sentence in the distance: "Admit defeat, Romil."
"You!!" Romier almost went mad with anger at this moment. The last chance was squandered by Pratt's fleeing without a fight.
Pratt not only ran away by himself, but also issued a signal, and several strong Nerubians also flew up and followed him. Even if it was difficult for him to fly, Pratt did not give up. Spider threads wrapped around the waists of the strong men under his command and flew away with them.
The strong members of the nerubian clan withdrew, and the soldiers naturally lost their morale. The surviving nerubian warriors retreated to the outside of the city, while the warriors and powerhouses of other races knew that the situation was over, and even the supervising team didn't make a move to stop it.
Romil gritted his teeth, but he had no choice but to give the order to retreat. He turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly there was a flash of lightning in front of his eyes, and Carol's lightning whip had already been hit on the head!
Romil snorted coldly, drew out his saber, and struck the lightning whip.
Seeing this, Carol exerted all her strength and whipped Lei Guang Dasheng. But as soon as she touched it, she realized that the power on Romil's saber was extremely weak, and she was thrown out of her hand by a whip. But she used too much force, and there was a gap in the attack. Romil immediately passed through the gap, and her figure kept flashing, flying out of the void in the blink of an eye.
The blood race has always been good at speed, Romil ran away with all his strength, and Carol knew she couldn't catch up, so she didn't bother. It seems that Qianye's shot gave Romil a serious injury, otherwise he would not have given up his sword and fled.
The remaining dark race troops escaped from Baicheng like an ebb tide and scattered in all directions. At this moment, the mercenaries in the city were powerless to hunt down, and the surviving soldiers even lost the strength to cheer.
A few elderly mercenaries stood blankly on the ruins, watching the imperial reinforcements rolling in from a distance, their faces dull, without any surprise. A mercenary turned his head, and at the intersection not far away, there were corpses lying all over the place, including dark races and dark fire mercenaries. Everyone he knew was lying there at the moment.
No matter where you look at it, in Baicheng at this moment, there are far fewer people standing than lying down.
Qianye pushed a stone slab above his head hard, and stood up with difficulty. His left leg gave way, and he almost fell down. He hadn't felt the pain like a needle prick for a long time. Qianye knew the leg bone was broken without touching it. This kind of injury, even with his physique and boiling blood, it would take more than half a day to recover.
Romil's counterattack just now was really powerful, Qianye paid a leg as the price, and was able to escape.
It's just that Qianye knew that Romil would definitely have a hard time. The advanced version of the original gun, even if he is a duke, he can't take it casually. Romil used the secret method of the blood clan to suppress the injury forcibly, wanting to reap this victory. Just doing this will cause the injury to explode more violently afterwards. If there is no accident, Romil should not be seen in the next stage of the Battle of Floating Land.
Pratt retreated completely, making Qianye feel a little regretful. But Romil is the biggest target.
Song Zining came from the other side, looked at Qianye, grinned, and said, "There are times when you are in such a mess..."
Before he could finish his sentence, his face turned pale and he almost fell to the ground.
Qianye reached out to catch him, looked at the purple traces of fireworks in the distance that hadn't completely dissipated, and let out a sigh of relief.
Song Zining took a few breaths, and after he stood firmly, he supported Qianye, who was a bit awkward in balance, with his backhand, and said, "It's finally over!"
Qianye nodded.
Carol appeared next to the two of them. Just as she was about to speak, she heard cheers. Little Zhu Ji flew over, and with a swoop, she rushed towards Qianye and Song Zining!
The two were shocked. With their current state, how could the little guy stand this pounce? One was at the end of his crossbow, and the other had a broken left leg, so he couldn't even dodge. It was Carol who reacted quickly, and hurriedly reached out to wrap her arms around the little girl's waist, and cut her off.
Hearing a muffled bang, Carol took two steps back with Zhu Ji in her arms. Carol is in good condition now, her strength is not damaged at all, and she has been hit like this. It might be okay if it was Qianye, but if it was Song Zining, he might break a few bones.
During this period of getting along in the Hall of Valor, it seems that the little guy also accepted Carol, and he didn't have an attack when he was stopped.
Song Zining suddenly said: "Your Excellency Carol, please take Zhu Ji back to the Hall of Valor. From now on, unless Qianye or I are present, no matter who wants to board the ship, don't let it in."
Carol was slightly surprised, while Qianye frowned imperceptibly, but said nothing.
Song Zining caught the momentary change in Qianye's expression, and said, "It is indeed the Zhao Clan's signal, but it is not certain whether it is from the Zhao Clan or not. The Hall of Valor is our only escape route, and we cannot afford to lose it. "
"I understand." Qianye nodded.
Carol carried Zhu Ji into the air, passed through the void, and returned to the Hall of Valor. Zhu Ji bit her thumb and looked at Qianye and Song Zining eagerly. Maybe she also felt the sudden tense atmosphere, and she didn't make a fuss.
Just as Carol left, an indescribable aura covered the entire Baicheng. This aura is mysterious and grand, pure and full of blood and fire, and it gives people a rather strange feeling, like multiple auras that should be incompatible with each other but strangely blend together.
The breath swept across the Baicheng, and then a figure appeared in front of Qianye and Song Zining. He stood like that, but he naturally became the focus of the audience.
Song Zining suddenly looked a little uncomfortable, because as soon as the man appeared, he stared at him intently. In a blink of an eye, Song Zining saw sweat on his forehead, his smile became a bit forced, and he said, "The fourth son came so quickly."
The person who came was none other than Zhao Jundu, known as the number one young generation in the empire.
He looked at Song Zining and said calmly, "With Qi Shao's ability, how could it be me who didn't count?"
Song Zining shook his head immediately, "Who dares to count you now?"
Zhao Jundu was unmoved, and said: "You have your own way, you know it's me."
Song Zining smiled wryly, "You say yes."
At this moment, Zhao Jundu glanced at Qianye and said, "It's right to be careful, even people from the Zhao Clan should be careful."
There was nothing wrong with this sentence, but after Zhao Jundu and Song Zining spoke, no one could tell whether it was ironic or not.
Song Zining seemed even more nervous, until Zhao Jundu asked: "What are you nervous about? Is there something you're hiding from me?" At this moment, he seemed to realize that his thoughts had been expressed in words.
Song Zining immediately shook his head: "I've been with Qianye all this time, so what can I hide? Besides, I've moved to a neutral place now, and I've ignored the affairs of the empire for a long time, so what can I do?"
Zhao Jundu smiled lightly, and said: "Seventh Young Master is very human, even thousands of miles away, he can affect the overall situation by remote control."
Qianye saw that the two of them were about to become tense as soon as they met, so he hurriedly changed the topic: "Are you injured?"
"I was in a hurry on the road, how can I not get hurt?" Zhao Jundu said lightly, but if he can surpass Princess Haimi of the East Road and be the first to kill Baicheng, how can there be an easy battle
"Qianye's leg is also injured, I'll go to a doctor..."
Song Zining was about to leave, but was blocked by two pillars of purple flames that appeared out of thin air. Zhao Jundu said leisurely, "Don't try to escape! What doctor is more useful than our own force recovery?"
While talking, Zhao Jundu leaned over and touched Qianye's left leg, then straightened up and said, "It's okay. Sit down and fix it. What are you doing standing there? That guy doesn't need your help."
Qianye felt that it would be better for him not to talk, so he sat down, found a roll of bandages, treated the trauma briefly, and wrapped his left leg well.
Song Zining knew he couldn't escape, so he smiled wryly, "Then what are you doing now?"
"Of course it's research arming."
"Defense?" Song Zining instinctively had a bad feeling.
"Behind me, there are tens of thousands of dark race troops, and there is also a duke town."
Qianye and Song Zining looked at each other and became serious. On a battlefield of this level, the person who presides over one side must be a duke-level figure. It is not surprising that there are dukes, but the amount of investment is a problem. In the battle of the outer void, five fleets were all grand dukes, which shows the clue.
The number of top powerhouses in the empire is limited, and most of them need to guard their homeland and deal with frontier wars. Under the current background of the suspension of the internal jihad of Eternal Night, even if the dark race has not raised the level of war, the intensity has increased, and the empire's disadvantages in this regard have immediately emerged.
Zhao Jundu laughed, and said: "What are you doing like this? Don't say it's the duke, even if the prince is here, don't you have to fight the same?"
This made sense. Song Zining took out a map, opened it, looked at it, and then threw it aside. At this moment, Baicheng was in ruins, and there was hardly a place that matched the original map.
He found a cleaner slate, dug out a section of charcoal as a pen, and briefly drew a map around Baicheng, then asked Zhao Jundu, "How many people did you bring?"
Zhao Jundu said: "One thousand."
Song Zining and Qianye never expected that Zhao Jundu brought only this little army. But thinking about it is also true, Zhao Jundu advanced here at full speed, and it is already quite remarkable to have a thousand people following up, which shows the high quality of the Zhao Clan's private army.
Then Zhao Jundu added: "They are all lightly dressed."
This is even worse, meaning that the mercenaries will not get much-needed supplies at all.
However, Song Zining didn't take this difficulty to heart. By this time, Yongye's ground troops were exhausted, and it was unclear how much combat power they had left.
"Who is that duke?"
"Doyle, Duke of Werewolf, is good at assault and melee combat. He is a simple-minded guy, and his equipment is not very good." Zhao Jundu said.
"Is no one dealing with him?"
"Wei Guogong played a few games with him, basically evenly divided, and each suffered a little injury."
"A werewolf? I can try to deal with this." Qianye said. This kind of opponent who is good at melee combat is actually Qianye's favorite opponent. It was difficult for them to avoid Qianye's original gun.
"He might not dare to enter the city." Zhao Jundu said lightly.
The three of them researched and deployed their defenses one by one, but the atmosphere was not tense. Now that Zhao Jundu's central route army and the dark fire mercenaries have successfully merged, most of the Battle of Floating Land has been won. As long as Baicheng is occupied, the hundreds of thousands of Eternal Night troops on the floating land will be cut off from the rear, and they will be lucky if they can escape by 10% or 20%.