In the eyes of the fortress defenders, they will only feel that the dark races are endless, just like the locusts passing through the border, there will never be an end.
Their bodies have become numb, and their spirits have gradually become numb. They instinctively slash and fight when they see the enemy's figure. It's like being trapped in a nightmare, and you don't know when it will end. Even if the ending of waking up from the dream is to die in battle, it is still a relief.
Fighting and death have become the entire world of every living person.
They watched countless familiar faces fall before their eyes, and their bodies gradually became cold. They watched the dark races rush forward one by one, and then turned into corpses.
The ground has been covered with corpses, and there is almost no place to step down. From time to time, a huge nerubian can be seen stuck in the narrow passage of the fortress, making it difficult to move.
At this time, there would be soldiers of the empire who would throw themselves on the Nerubian's back, cut off the Nerubian's spine with a battle ax, or be killed by the Nerubian or other dark races.
The fortress is like a black hole, constantly devouring the fighters on both sides.
After an unknown amount of time, a commotion broke out in the army formation of the dark race. A group of blood warriors opened fire on the friendly army, forcing a way out, and wanted to leave the battlefield.
The Dark Race Central Army quickly split into two troops, flanking and outflanking them, and quickly suppressed this small army. Only after such a commotion, the will to fight was low, and the offensive of the dark race could hardly continue, finally the horn to retreat sounded.
When the dark race receded, many imperial warriors stood there blankly, waiting for the next wave of enemies to arrive.
Zhao Jundu appeared at the head of the fortress, the black fire around him was so thick that it seemed substantial. From time to time, the black fire will shoot out a few sparks, and when it falls on the corpses or bloodstains of the dark race, it will burn blazingly.
All the soldiers of the empire stayed far away, and no one dared to be stained by the black fire.
Zhao Jundu walked through the fortress, inspecting the battlefield where the rest of his life survived the catastrophe.
As he walked, he slowly restrained the black flames on his body, and finally the terrifying black flames were all absorbed into his body. Only then did the generals under him dare to approach.
A general said: "My lord, there are less than a thousand soldiers left. Are there no reinforcements yet?"
"The reinforcements can't come." Zhao Jundu looked around and said, "Clean the battlefield, and then we will retreat."
"What?" The generals couldn't believe their ears, they had never heard the word retreat from Zhao Jundu's mouth.
"Clean the battlefield for an hour, and then we will retreat." Zhao Jundu repeated.
The generals dispersed immediately and were busy with each other. One hour was too tight to allow any delay.
An hour later, the imperial soldiers began to evacuate the fortress. The entire army only had two trucks, and they could barely move.
All the floating battleships, most of the military equipment, together with all the turrets, naval guns and power towers, were destroyed in the battle just now. These two cars were assembled from parts dug out of the ruins.
As soon as the imperial troops left, flames began to burst out of the fortress, and the raging flames immediately engulfed everything. Those things that could not be taken away were all burned. And the corpses of the Empire and the Eternal Night Warrior were mixed together and turned into ashes together.
On the way back, several generals followed Zhao Jundu and were reporting the results of cleaning the battlefield just now.
"My lord, according to rough statistics, our casualties are 6,000 people, while the casualties of the dark race are roughly estimated to be nearly 40,000. The ratio of casualties between the two sides is one to six. It can be said that the record is brilliant."
The other general sighed and said, "We originally had eight thousand brothers, but now there are only over one thousand left. Such a victory, alas!"
"What? Are you questioning your lord's command?"
"Of course not. I was just thinking about how to explain to those people in the family when I go back."
This sentence silenced everyone.
The combat environment in the new world was extremely cruel, and many regular legions of the empire could not meet the requirements, so a large number of elite private troops from aristocratic families appeared.
Many of the troops led by generals are all related, and they are real soldiers. Now that the casualties are so heavy, eight out of ten out of ten, it is conceivable that after returning to their hometown, they must face the scene of everyone wearing mourning.
Zhao Jundu had been silent all this time, but at this time Fang said: "It's not easy for us, and it's even harder for the dark race to explain."
Several generals knew this was the truth, but they couldn't be happy.
At this moment, in the conference hall of the main base of the empire, Song Zining was standing in front of the big map, facing the dark crowd of princes, senior generals, ministers of various ministries of the empire, and elders of aristocratic families.
He slowly said: "As I said just now, our life is difficult, and the life of the dark race is even more difficult. At this time, the war has reached the cruelest moment. Both sides are bleeding, and will continue to bleed! If If we retreat now, all the previous efforts will be in vain. All sacrifices will become meaningless. Now, the only way out is to spend with the dark race, let them see our determination, see our strength Faith until despair!"
There was a commotion in the crowd below, and people were chatting and discussing in low voices.
After a while, an elder of the family stood up and asked, "What is the specific strategy?"
Song Zining pointed to his feet, and said in a deep voice, "We are right here, fighting a fortress offensive and defensive battle with the dark race."
There was another boom from below.
Before we could think about it, someone said loudly: "In this way, wouldn't we give up our mobility advantage and use our own shortcomings to compete with the enemy's strengths?"
Song Zining said calmly, "We no longer have the advantage of maneuvering, and we can't anticipate the enemy."
The man was stunned, and said: "Could it be, could it be that you also..."
Song Zining nodded, and said, "I can't count Yetong. Many people should already know about this."
"It's unreasonable! As the commander-in-chief, you can't predict the enemy's attack first, so why are you still sitting in this position?!"
Song Zining's expression remained unchanged, and he said: "The position of commander-in-chief is indeed a bit reluctant for me now. It is only for the sake of the empire that I have to sit here. If someone thinks that he is more suitable than me, he might as well stand up. .”
The man said loudly: "In such a huge empire, there are thousands of talents, but you can't find anyone who is better than you? I have several candidates to recommend."
Song Zining said calmly: "Now is the time when the three armies are at their peak. No matter who is the commander in chief, he must stand firm here and not back down. If he loses, he should be guilty. I think you know well. If you have any enemies to recommend, please tell me. "
The man's face was flushed red, neither standing nor sitting. Just as he was about to say a few words about the scene, Duke Wei snorted heavily, and said, "The clown who jumps on the bridge, still doesn't know it!"
The man knew that he had committed public outrage, so he sat down dejectedly.
In fact, everyone knows that Yetong, who King Dingxuan can't win and Song Zining is not sure about, is a rare enemy. There are two Dukes who were injured in her hands alone. its number. To stick to the fortress, the position of coach is actually similar to carrying a coffin into battle.
And if this formation is lost, the guilt must be serious. It was fine for Song Zining to continue sitting. After all, he had a brilliant record before, which was enough to make up for it. Those who take over halfway will not have such a good thing.
Furthermore, Song Zining had inscribed Ye Tong, who had already been faintly ranked among the top magicians in the empire, and he couldn't count it, who dared to say that he could count it
When Song Zining was first compared with Lin Xitang, there were a lot of gossips about the young geniuses of the Tianji Sect in the empire, but after King Dingxuan missed, they all lost their voices. Only the secret warlocks themselves understand the danger of the secret trajectory in front of the peak powerhouse.
Everyone discussed and discussed, but there is no better strategy. In addition, the production capacity of the Empire's floating ships has reached its limit. It is extremely difficult to maintain the transportation between the gate and the base, and there are no more mobile fleets to deploy. In this case, sticking to the fortress and fighting an offensive and defensive battle would at least have some advantages.
The final strategy was decided on this, and Song Zining had already drawn up the required materials and brought them out for discussion and approval. Now that the strategy has been set, no one will be ignorant of the importance and make troubles in materials. Therefore, all the resources Song Zining requested were successfully passed.
After the military discussion was over, many patriarchs and elders of the aristocratic families left immediately. Staying in the new world for a moment longer is a risk for a moment longer. They have high positions and important positions, and at this critical juncture, if something happens, it will be a heavy loss, not because they are greedy for life and afraid of death.
Song Zining held this military meeting in the fortress of the base to let them see for themselves the cruelty and tragedy of the frontline battle.
At this moment, no matter those who stayed at the base or rushed to the empire, their hearts were heavy.
They knew that once the tragic offensive and defensive battles for the fortress started, although the empire could still have a certain advantage, the initial casualty and war-loss ratio would definitely be gone forever. Even the past battle loss ratio is overwhelming.
The war has reached the point where many people are ready to accept any outcome.
From now on, every day, a palpitating death list will be sent back to the empire. People will gradually get used to looking for the names of their loved ones on it.
However, there is a question that has always lingered in people's minds. Is it worth paying such a high price
The real upper echelons of the empire, those high-ranking heavenly kings and empires, as well as people in important positions like Song Zining, obviously knew something, but they all kept silent.
Exactly where the passage in the center of the Black Sun Valley leads and what is inside is still a mystery at this moment. The empire would rather pay such a painful price than to prevent the dark race from approaching the Black Fire Tiankeng, or at least, to keep the empire's right to enter. It can be seen that the secrets hidden inside must be earth-shattering.
The only good news is that Song Zining still uses his troops without losing his spirit. He does not intend to blindly defend. Instead, he will establish a series of fortress groups to respond to each other. With the help of the fortress group's cover, the empire's small-scale troops can maneuver and wait for attacks. fight back. This way, instead of being beaten blindly, there is still hope for the battle.
At this time, he could only trust Song Zining's determination and talent in military strategy.
On the front line, above the raging flames in the fortress, there was a sudden gust of wind, accompanied by an astonishing cold air, which quickly extinguished the fire.
Surrounded by a group of dark powerhouses, Yetong set foot on the land originally guarded by Zhao Jundu.