Under the strict military law, no matter the private army of the family or anyone else, no matter how strong the background is, no matter how unruly the character is, they will no longer dare to show their strength in front of Zhao Jundu.
Zhao Jundu made it clear that whoever dared to disobey would be killed on the spot and filled in the death list. Even if you reason after the war, what's the use of reasoning if the person is already dead? What's more, the general's expedition already has a death indicator to maintain military discipline. If it is written on it, it will not only affect him alone.
Under the accumulative prestige, Zhao Jundu intercepted thousands of fighters who could still fight from this remnant army, and enriched them into the fortress defenders. As a result, the density of the fortress defenders increased significantly.
The broken airships left with the seriously wounded. They had to return to the main base first, and then return to the empire with the seriously wounded from the main base.
Zhao Jundu walked up to the top of the city, looking at the Yongye camp in the distance, his brows gradually furrowed.
At this moment, a shout suddenly sounded from the watchtower: "The dark race! The dark race is here!"
On the distant horizon, a gray-black tide appeared, rolling in. From the Eternal Night camp in the distance, countless signal flares were launched into the sky, and immediately several floating warships rose from the camp, slowly approaching with the army.
A general swallowed his saliva and said, "Damn it, even the gunboats are dispatched. This is a waste of money!"
Zhao Jundu raised his eyebrows slightly, still standing like a mountain.
The army of darkness finally surged to the foot of the mountain like a tide, and immediately set off a huge wave, smashing hard on the fortress!
In the face of countless Nerubians and blood warriors rushing up, Zhao Jundu suddenly stopped drinking, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, instantly shaking the ears of both the enemy and us so that no sound could be heard!
He suddenly bowed, shot forward, and hit the forward of the dark race army!
In an instant, hundreds of dark warriors were knocked into the sky and flew hundreds of meters away. Immediately, several blue and black rays of light shot out, overtook several viscounts in the air, and cut them in half.
The one hundred thousand soldiers were fronted by Zhao Jundu's body and bumped into them, stopping them for a while.
After killing the morale of the dark race, Zhao Jundu flew back to the top of the city, burning black flames all over his body, like a demon god descending from nine days.
It's just that when the army is fighting, it has its own rules and only moves according to orders. Even though the dark warriors in the front were taken away by it, the soldiers in the rear still rushed in like a tide, pushing them to the fortress and into the range of firepower.
Bullets rained down on their heads, and they would die if they didn't charge, so the dark warriors aroused their fierceness again and rushed towards the fortress.
The brutal fight unfolded accordingly.
The number of the dark army is too many, so many that it is impossible to use it on the front of the fortress. So the huge servant spiders surrounded the two wings in groups, and they were covered with werewolves, vampires, and even demons.
These three-to-four-meter-high giant spiders move like the wind, and any terrain is like walking on flat ground. Even if there are dozens of heavily armed soldiers hanging on their bodies, they don't seem to be slow at all.
The rapid-fire cannon on the turret of the fortress turned immediately, aiming at the spider. The servant spider also has a lot of wisdom, and moves forward in an S-shape at high speed.
However, the fortress is equipped with rapid-fire guns that are usually used for floating ships, and the gunners are selected from the entire imperial army. The soldiers also suffered heavy casualties.
In the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred of the spiders that charged in the first wave were all slaughtered, and even thousands of soldiers turned into corpses.
The commander of the dark race didn't seem to have expected that the firepower in the fortress would be so strong. A moment later, two groups of spiders rushed out and outflanked the two wings.
When I met the servant spider again, the rapid-fire guns in the fortress would naturally not be idle, raining bullets desperately. But this time the results were greatly reduced.
The dark race changed their formation, and for every servant spider, a viscount accompanied them. They tried their best to intercept the artillery shells, more than half of the shells were intercepted in the air, and those that penetrated and intercepted were also weakened by the field, and their power was reduced.
The results of this round of bombardment have been greatly reduced, and it often takes several times the ammunition to kill a spider. When the two servant spider troops converged behind the fortress, less than a hundred servant spiders were killed.
Another army consisting of nearly a thousand servant spiders bypassed the fortress far away, and went straight to the middle of the fortress and the rear main base. This army was carrying a large amount of supplies, and it looked like it was going to build fortifications on the spot.
At the head of the fortress, a general galloped over. He found Zhao Jundu and said anxiously: "My lord, they are going to gather some help!"
Zhao Jundu just looked at the enemy army in front, without turning his head, he said: "Let them go."
"What?" The general could hardly believe his ears.
Zhao Jundu finally turned his head and said, "I said, let them go."
"I have to use heavy artillery to stop it, right?"
"Ammunition is limited, bombard the enemy in the front."
"But… "
"Do you think there will be reinforcements?"
The general opened his mouth and his face changed several times. He was close to the core, knowing that the situation on the entire battlefield was tense, and he was too busy to take care of himself at every point.
Then his expression turned resolute, and he said loudly: "This subordinate understands! Don't worry, my lord, no matter whether there are reinforcements or not, this subordinate will fight the black-blooded bastard to the end!"
Zhao Jundu said: "Very good! But remember, you must live well first. We may not necessarily lose this battle."
The general saluted and ran back to his position.
Zhao Jundu suddenly pulled out his long sword, took a step forward, and chopped off the head of a nerubian who had just climbed up the city wall. At the same time, he took out his short spear and fired several times into the air. Every time the gun was fired, a viscount flying in the air fell down.
After a few shots, no one dared to be arrogant enough to rush into the air, and they all stayed on the ground to attack.
Zhao Jundu possessed a certain innate talent and divine skill, so flying into the air in front of him was no different from courting death.
Press all the enemies on the ground, and the fortress of the fortress is condescending, and it can pour all its artillery fire, desperately reducing the offensive firepower of the dark race. At this time, Zhao Jundu had already rushed into the enemy's formation, and wherever he passed, there were black flames everywhere, harvesting the lives of the dark race.
The soldiers of the imperial army lined up to fight to the death with the dark race. Everyone knows that if one takes a step back, there will be no redemption. Even those who are greedy for life and fear death will be blinded by murder. Even if they are stabbed several times, they will never retreat.
In this way, thousands of imperial defenders turned into a city of flesh and blood, resisting ten times the enemy's attack.
I don't know how long the fight lasted, but I only know that the sun is moving slowly in the sky, gradually dimming.
Zhao Jundu suddenly returned to the top of the fortress, casually beheaded several strong men of the dark race who had climbed up the city wall, came to the square formation, threw down two heads, and said calmly: "Hang up, a Marquis, a Marquis of strength. "
After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, the raging black fire spread all the way, and entered the army formation of the dark race again.
At this time, on the city tower, a long row of heads had already been hung.
When Zhao Jundu returned again, countless werewolves and nerubians crowded outside the tower. He scolded, the long sword swept across, and the black flame swept across the audience like a whip, instantly igniting hundreds of dark warriors. Clear the field in front of the tower, and a general comes out of the tower.
Zhao Jundu frowned and said, "How did you make it like this? Where are your people?"
The general pointed behind him and said, "That's all, my lord."
Behind him, there were about a dozen people standing sporadically, and most of them had to lean on something to barely stand. Zhao Jundu still remembered that there seemed to be hundreds of defenders when he left, but he didn't expect that there were only a few people left after rushing back.
At this time, there was a sudden sound of cannons, and several streams of fire swept across the sky. Over the dark race army formation, several floating battleships lined up, focusing their fire on the fortress turret.
Under the ground-air firepower, each was damaged, the turrets were destroyed one by one, and two of the Yongye floating warships burned and crashed, and there was a violent explosion on the ground, killing many dark race fighters.
At this time, the defenders in the fortress were less than half of the original size, and a thick circle of dark race corpses fell around the fortress.
Zhao Jundu didn't need to charge anymore, enemies were everywhere on the city wall, and many Yong Ye experts even broke into the fortress. But they found that the interior of the fortress was extremely compact, every house was a fortification, and there might be an ambush at every corner. In a blink of an eye, they fell into a nightmarish street battle.
A group of blood warriors rushed into a barracks, and suddenly found several human races in the room. The two sides pointed their guns at each other and froze for a while. No matter who shoots first, they all die together.
"What are you afraid of! They are longevity species, so they are more afraid of death than us!" A soldier suddenly screamed, raised his gun and swept away!
After a burst of intense gunfire, there were only a few imperial soldiers left in the room.
The soldier who shot first gasped for breath, then exulted, and said, "How about it, did I say it? They are more afraid of death than us!"
The surviving warrior next to him looked at him with a strange expression. The soldier felt something, and looked down, only to find that his lower body had long since disappeared, probably because he had been hit by a large-caliber pistol on the opposite side.
He forced a smile, and said, "I, when I died, I never... Counseled..."
The few surviving fighters didn't care about taking care of the remains of their comrades-in-arms, but another dark race fighter rushed in. Another fierce battle broke out.
Before the gunfire ended, a third wave of enemies was attracted. After a while, the room was finally quiet. The dark race came out, but there were three waves of nearly a hundred fighters, and less than ten came out in the end.
Similar battles were staged in every room in the fortress, and the casualties of both sides rose sharply.
In the army formation of the dark race, an old devil-born duke frowned, watching his troops enter the fort one after another, and there was no more sound.
An earl rushed over and said in a low voice: "My lord, the blood earl Xilor refuses to fight!"
"Is that so?" The Duke was surprisingly not angry.
The devil-born earl hesitated for a moment, and said, "My lord, I think I should remind you about the identity of Earl Xilor."
"I think, instead of considering his identity, we should first consider the punishment we will receive after returning from defeat. No matter what method you use, you can use your mouth or a knife, let him go to the battlefield!"