In the western part of the Emerald Sea, the originally uneasy situation completely boiled over after the fleets of floating warships arrived.
The floating battleship landed on the vast grassland, and heavily armed human warriors jumped out of it. The equipment of these fighters is generally more sophisticated than that of the Darkfire mercenaries. Many of the styles seem to be suitable for small battle formations, but the clothing styles are different, which looks a bit messy.
These are the private soldiers of various families. They were originally stationed in Liao City of Zheng State, but now they are all transferred to the west.
A bearded general looked into the distance, and he could still see pillars of smoke rising from the horizon. He waved his hand behind him and said, "You, bring dozens of people over to have a look."
The adjutant took the order, led the family fighters into the off-road vehicle, and drove forward. In other directions, several off-road vehicles rushed out in the same direction.
The bearded officer gave a piss and said, "I need to get credit for this shit!"
Several off-road vehicles gradually approached, and a group of werewolves suddenly appeared in front of them, rushing in this direction. Several private soldiers instinctively held the heavy machine guns on the reconnaissance vehicle, and started shooting wildly without hesitation, knocking down the werewolf who was running in the front in a blink of an eye.
"Stop! Don't shoot!" a werewolf soldier shouted, but the private army ignored him.
The soldier immediately jumped off his off-road vehicle, knocked the private army with a heavy machine gun into the air, then turned his gun around, and started shooting at the off-road vehicles on the left and right. The heavy machine gun bullet hit the ground beside the car, and the dust splashed covered the car, scaring the private soldiers to turn their guns to this side.
Seeing that the werewolf warrior stopped the heavy machine gun, he shouted loudly: "They are all our tribal people! They are the people of Lord Qianye! You outsiders, do you want to betray Lord Qianye?"
"What a joke! When did Master Qianye become a werewolf, and we are outsiders?" Some private soldiers laughed, but the heavy machine guns in their hands still stopped.
A private army veteran with a fierce face pointed his gun at the werewolf, and said: "I don't care so much, if you point your gun at us again, I will kill you right now! Master Qianye will not do anything! Protect you, a wild dog that points its guns at its own people!"
The werewolf soldier put down his heavy machine gun, and said coldly, "If you slaughter our people again, you won't be able to stay here for long. Don't forget, you also have a wife and children behind, don't let them receive your body!"
The two sides were confronting each other, and a private soldier suddenly shouted: "Werewolves! So many werewolves!!"
Everyone turned their heads and saw the dust flying on the distant skyline, and the dust gathered into billowing dust dragons, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth. In the cloud of smoke, I don't know how many werewolf warriors came roaring!
This time, the werewolf warrior's expression also changed, and he shouted loudly: "That's Duke Hurricane! We must stop them!"
"You're crazy! We only have this few people, how can we stop it?"
The ferocious veteran said, "He's right, don't stop them here, those brothers in the rear have just landed, and they haven't assembled yet, and if they rush, no one will survive!"
At this time, an officer from the inside of the vehicle jumped out and said, "Who is the youngest here? Stand up and drive back to report the news. The others defend on the spot and fight to the death! Who will fall into the hands of these wolf cubs?" Don't even think about leaving the whole body!"
Having said that, he turned his head and glanced at the werewolf warrior, and said, "Sorry, I'm not talking about you."
The werewolf warrior said: "It doesn't matter, I will be eaten if I fall into their hands."
The officer was a little surprised. At this moment, following his order, the soldiers had already started to move. He looked around with his gun in his hand, chose a position and fell on the ground, pointed the gun forward, and said, "I thought Werewolves don't eat their own kind."
"I heard that the upper continent is like this. But here, sometimes you have to die if you don't eat your own kind."
The officer wanted to follow along and ask him casually if he had eaten the same kind, but the words came to his lips, stopped, and still did not come out.
The werewolf warrior guessed what he meant, and said: "The vast majority of werewolves would rather die on the battlefield or die of old age alone in the mountains than touch their own people. I am the same way."
At this time, the veteran said: "If this battle can survive, I don't mind having many werewolf friends."
The werewolf warrior laughed and said, "I already have quite a few human comrades in arms."
But the officer shook his head and said, "Let's talk about it in the next life, none of us will survive." His expression was very calm, as if he was saying that the taste of the marching rations was not suitable for his mouth.
Everyone quieted down, and dozens of soldiers formed a skirmish line of defense, quietly waiting for the arrival of the werewolf army.
A touch of orange appeared in the dust dragon, and then more and more oranges appeared, converging into a torrent. Countless werewolves in orange armor rushed out from the dust dragon, and charged towards the floating airship that was still landing not far away.
The lookout posts of the floating fleet were obviously the first to see the enemy's situation, and they were already in a panic. Several ships that had dropped to half their altitude were hovering in the air, obviously at a loss, not knowing whether they should continue to land. On the ground, the troops that had already disembarked rushed forward desperately, trying to establish a line of defense outside the temporary take-off and landing field.
However, any commander with a little experience will feel deeply desperate when he sees the size of the werewolf army that is rushing towards him.
At the forefront, even though he had long been determined to die, the veteran swallowed his saliva when he saw the enemy in front of him, and said, "There are so many fucking people!"
The officer said: "More or less, we are all dead anyway."