The battle was fierce beyond imagination from the very beginning, and even Qianye himself did not expect it to be fought to this extent. Looking around, there are dark races everywhere, and what I hear in my ears is the battle cry of Yong Ye. Dongyue didn't need any subtle sword moves at all, as long as he lifted it up and cut it down, he would be rewarded, and there was less and less space around him for Qianye's void to flash. This is not a big problem. With Qianye's remaining blood energy, the number of times he can use Void Flash is not much.
Attacks came from all directions, including overhead. The turrets in the fortress were destroyed one by one, and the remaining assault ships finally had space to attack the ground. However, at this time, the fortress was crowded with dark fighters, but they couldn't find a target to attack, so they could only continue to stare at the turret and attack.
The continuous void flickering gradually depleted the blood in Qianye's body. Although the blood-sucking blade and vitality plunder brought a lot of blood, they didn't have time to refine it, so they could only rely on the spontaneous digestion and replenishment of the blood core bit by bit, which was undoubtedly a drop in the bucket.
After feeling the weakness in his body, Qianye's fighting style changed again. He threw himself directly into the middle of the enemy, thrusting Dongyue into the ground, hitting his shoulders with elbows and knees, all in close combat, his body like a reed in the wind It swayed violently during the collision. Every time there is a collision, Qianye can use his strength to attack another enemy. Only when encountering a strong enemy with a noble title, Qianye would pull up Dongyue and kill him with a single blow with unrivaled force.
Ruo didn't know how long they had been fighting, and the enemies around Qianye changed batch after batch, but he just refused to fall. There was a werewolf viscount who saw the advantage, and approached Qianye among the low-level fighters, trying to sneak attack, but unexpectedly, Qianye suddenly broke out in the domain, and suppressed it violently with the power of the sea vortex, instantly causing all the surrounding low-level fighters to fall, and then Dongyue swept away. A sword cut the werewolf Viscount standing alone in half.
This blow finally caused the morale of the dark race to collapse. The sound of horns was heard from a distance, and the soldiers who attacked the fortress retreated like a tide, and the assault ships in the air also returned to the rear. Most of their hulls are on fire, and most of them will be shot down if they continue to fight.
This is the first time since the start of the war that the dark army has suspended its offensive.
Qianye turned his head and saw Song Zining waving to him on a turret, so he jumped a few times and used his strength to flip over to the top of the turret. Even for such a small move, Qianye had to save as much energy as possible.
There are also two intact rapid-fire guns and a giant crossbow on the turret platform. There are dozens of soldiers guarding the entire turret inside and outside, and the defense is extremely strong.
Song Zining was leaning on the giant crossbow, and was lifting the armor, revealing a bloody wound on his thigh. A splinter from the assault ship's explosion lodged in his leg, nearly piercing it.
Seeing Qianye appearing, Song Zining smiled weakly, and greeted him: "Qianye, come and help me. Remember to strike gently, you must be gentle... ah!!!"
Before he finished speaking, Qianye grabbed the shrapnel and pulled it out. When extracting the shrapnel, Qianye used the shock force, the high-frequency vibration shattered all the flesh and blood adhering to the surface of the shrapnel, and successfully pulled out the shrapnel without causing more damage. Even so, Song Zining turned pale from the pain.
At this time, someone had already delivered stimulants and wound medicines. Qianye treated Song Zining's wound, bandaged it, and finally gave Song Zining two injections of stimulants. At this moment, there are no military doctors anymore. The last doctor has just died in battle, and if they are injured, they can only help each other.
In addition to the wounds on the legs, Song Zining had more than ten wounds, large and small. When he took off the armor, the inner robe was stained red with blood. These wounds look horrible, but every veteran knows how to deal with such wounds. Qianye turned Song Zining over, swung a knife and cut open the battle robe on his back, exposing his bloody back.
"Be patient." Before Qianye finished speaking, he pulled out two pieces of shrapnel from Song Zining's back.
Song Zining was caught off guard and couldn't help but let out a scream. Qi Shao could bear the pain very much, and was not as delicate as disciples from ordinary families, but Qianye struck too quickly, making him completely unprepared, so he screamed.
Qianye paused, and pulled out another piece of shrapnel. This time Song Zining didn't make a sound, and waited until the shrapnel was pulled out before exhaling, and said, "It seems to be back in the days of Huangquan, but I was taking care of you at that time. Speaking of which, you were really weak at that time!"
Qianye snorted, grabbed a piece of shrapnel, and said, "You seemed to be quite weak at that time. I don't know who was found by the instructor for drinking too much, and was tied naked to the playground for public display."
This is one of Song Zining's dark histories, and it seems that the area of psychological shadow left on him is quite large. Song Zining immediately lost his composure and shouted, "Hurry up and forget about this!"
"It's hard." Qianye always answered concisely.
Song Zining became angry from embarrassment, and shouted: "Qianye, I warn you, I'm not easy to mess with your Seventh Young Master... Alas!!"
With another scream, Qianye suddenly pulled out the largest piece of shrapnel from Song Zining's back.
"How long have we been fighting?" Qianye asked casually, he had gone crazy just now, and had long forgotten the time.
Song Zining thought for a while and said, "About three hours."
"The first wave of offensive took three hours?" Qianye sighed. This time was far beyond expectations, and it also showed the madness of the dark race's offensive. If it wasn't for the viscount-level core force that suffered too many casualties, I am afraid that the offensive of the dark army will continue until the fortress is destroyed.
Qianye turned his head and glanced at the fortress below. There were ruins in sight. The city walls had been destroyed in sevens and eighties, and there was no possibility of temporary repairs. Most of the fortresses had been turned into ruins. The bodies were mixed together. Among the ruins were several Zhao Clan fighters, who were looking for their comrades who were seriously injured and survived. No one cleaned the battlefield, and the surviving fighters were grabbing precious time to rest in order to wait for the next wave of offensive.
After just one glance, Qianye had a rough idea, lowered his voice and asked, "Have our casualties exceeded half?"
Song Zining nodded, and said in a soft voice, "To be exact, it's 60%."
"If this is the case, we will definitely not be able to defend against the next wave of attacks. What should we do next?" Qianye asked.
Even Song Zining was seriously injured, and the battle situation has become extremely bad. It is impossible for Qianye alone to defend the entire fortress.
Song Zining didn't panic, and said, "The plan really needs to be changed. I've already sent rescue to the rear just now, and the troops to support us will be here soon."
Qianye nodded, and the movements of his hands suddenly accelerated, pulling out all the remaining pieces of shrapnel in one breath. No matter how much patience Song Zining had, he couldn't help but yelled, "Qianye! Remember me..."
His cry was submerged in the sharp whistling and violent explosions in a blink of an eye. Several assault ships, led by two frigates, sailed at full speed, setting off a prelude to a new round of offensive. On the ground, the reorganized army of darkness also rolled away, and the entire fortress was once again submerged by the dark tide.
Qianye patted Song Zining, indicating that the wound was treated, and then jumped down from the turret, smashing into the dark warrior like a meteorite, knocking everyone down immediately.
The fighting started again.
This time the dark race's attack was even crazier and more violent. Viscount-level powerhouses act in groups, and after driving away Qianye, they begin to remove the turrets in the fortress one by one. The new tactics really worked, and two turrets were destroyed in a blink of an eye, and the situation was suddenly precarious.
However, this wave of offensive had just started when a strange howl suddenly sounded in the air, and several imperial high-speed floating warships suddenly appeared on the battlefield. Their firepower was extremely powerful, and a round of concentrated fire destroyed more than half of the Eternal Night assault ships above the fortress, and the remaining assault ships could only flee in a hurry.
Dozens of naval guns on these warships immediately bombarded the ground violently, clearing a passage paved with corpses. The battleship moved quickly, flying over the fortress in a blink of an eye, and a battleship landed immediately and hovered over the fortress. Another high-speed transport ship opened its belly, and kept throwing out small airships from inside.
These small boats looked extremely crude, barely able to float in the air, flying crookedly. Several ships simply swayed and fell to the ground. As soon as the small boats fell to the ground, the dark race fighters immediately surrounded them, preparing to capture these small boats. However, as soon as they surrounded the small boats, these small boats exploded earth-shatteringly!
All of a sudden, flesh and broken limbs splattered everywhere, and several fireballs rose from the battlefield, slowly rising, and finally turned into billowing black smoke. When the explosion subsided, several open spaces suddenly appeared on the battlefield, and thousands of dark warriors were reduced to fly ash.
Seeing this scene, the Dark Warrior who was about to rush towards the remaining small boats was startled and avoided far away. The assault ship did not dare to approach, but just shot from a distance.
The battleship hovering above the fortress opened its belly, and dozens of slings hung down. The soldiers of the Zhao faction on the turret quickly boarded the ship along the sling without any confusion. In the blink of an eye, soldiers on several turrets boarded the battleship one after another, and even had time to hoist several expensive ballistas onto the ship.
Song Zining finally boarded the battleship, stood on the edge of the cabin and shouted, "Qianye, come up quickly!"
Qianye climbed up outside the turret, then jumped tens of meters, flew to grab a sling, and with a little help, he was already inside the battleship. The battleship then turned around and flew away, the hatch slowly closed.
Several ships quickly withdrew from the battlefield, leaving only one broken rear. A moment later, the battleship with extraordinarily fierce firepower swooped down to the Eternal Night Army on the ground with its body covered in flames, and then there was an earth-shattering explosion.
Although it is known that the battleship is only equipped with the minimum number of crew members, there are at least dozens of people. They knew early on that this was a mortal mission, but they rushed towards the enemy without hesitation.
There was silence on the battleship, and Qianye and Song Zining were also silent, quietly watching the fading flames.
This retreat was straightforward, waiting for the surviving fortress defenders to be snatched from the bloody mouth of the dark army. Although ordinary soldiers suffered heavy casualties, close to 70% casualties, the school-level officers and generals were relatively intact, especially the two most important people in the entire fortress, Qianye and Song Zining, returned safely. The combat power is basically unimpaired", which is regarded as the victory of the defensive battle.