Monarch of Evernight: Fifty-four attack! attack!

bsp;Above the White City, the clouds were thick and oppressive, making people despair.

From top to bottom in the city, everyone's expressions were solemn. Every mercenary who was still able to move struggled to his post and clenched the weapon in his hand.

The earth was trembling slightly, and a strange buzz was echoing in the air. In the sky not far away, one after another, the Evernight transport ships continued to penetrate from the clouds, carrying out densely packed dark warriors and countless of heavy equipment to the front line.

Originally, in terms of strength comparison, the Yongye army outside the city had an absolute advantage. Doyle had more than 40,000 troops in his hands, while Baicheng, including the troops brought in by Zhao Jundu, only had a few thousand people. The only advantage the defenders have is the abundant war supplies they possess due to their control of the battlefield.

And now, there seems to be no end to the number of Evernight transport ships. A rough count shows that tens of thousands of soldiers have been transported, and there are countless types of equipment and ammunition.

At present, Yong Ye already has an overwhelming advantage in terms of conventional power. As for the strong ones, it would be difficult to deal with just one Doyle. The Yongye reinforcement fleet is of this size, and the strong ones sitting there are obviously not low-level. Normally, he must be at least a deputy duke.

At the highest point in the city, Song Zining stood next to Qianye, while Zhao Jundu stood in the other corner, looking at the transport ships rising and falling outside the city, his expression unchanged.

"Why are there so many transport ships? What is the current situation in the Hall of Heroes?" Song Zining was also slightly anxious at this moment.

Qianye closed his eyes and said nothing, and after a moment he said: "It is fighting."

Song Zining's face instantly became solemn and he asked, "Do you know who the enemy is?"

Qianye's face was slightly pale, and communicating with the Hall of Heroes, which was far away in the void, was also very draining for him. After a moment, he opened his eyes and said: "It's the Evernight Fleet, which is very powerful. The Hall of Valor can protect itself, but it is very difficult to destroy the opponent."

"In other words, you are entangled. Then it should be at least a Grand Duke-class ship. It seems that Yongye knows you very well!"

Qianye nodded.

With or without Qianye on the ship, the performance of the Hall of Heroes is completely different. Qianye can make it exert some of the power of the Earth Strider before it was alive, but if Qianye is not around and is only controlled by the crew, it will be equivalent to a powerful battleship at most. If it cannot exert the power of the Earth Strider, it will be comparable to an emperor's ship. The terrifying power.

The Hall of Heroes at the helm of Qianye can defeat two Grand Duke ships in one battle, but now one Grand Duke ship can entangle it. Fortunately, there was Carol in the Hall of Valor, so he was not afraid of the other party forcing him to land and seize the ship.

Yong Ye has the ability to entangle the Hall of Valor while sending a large number of battleships and transport ships into the floating land without fear of losses, which means that they are determined to win Baicheng.

Song Zining thought about this and was stunned for a moment. Fang smiled bitterly and said: "I really don't understand, are the troops placed on the floating land in Yongye so important? They have to pay such a high price. ”

There is a common routine when the dark race and the empire fight resource wars. When the local situation is obviously unfavorable, or the losses exceed a predetermined level, they will categorically abandon the cannon fodder troops and withdraw only the elite strong ones. Long-lived species are completely unwilling to compete with short-lived species at this level.

However, what Yong Ye is doing now is the opposite, and he is constantly adding troops to seize a retreat point. These investments were enough for them to move to other strategic points on the floating continent to compete with the imperial army.

Zhao Jundu said calmly: "If you have any doubts, let's survive first. Then there will be plenty of time to think about it."

Song Zining let out a laugh and said, "It's rare to hear you say something like this. Why, you don't like it either?"

"What should come has not come, and what should not come has arrived. No one can predict it. Be realistic, allocate defense zones, and then prepare to fight hard."

Qianye and Song Zining nodded.

There is another possibility that all three of them thought of, but did not mention it verbally. If the intensity of the dark race's troop reinforcements is not limited to just one place in Baicheng, it means that Yongye Fang is planning a counterattack across the entire floating continent.

The three divided Baicheng into three war zones, each defending one side and opposing each other. In a defensive war, there is a completely different situation between having a strong person in charge and not having a strong person in charge.

After they finished allocating defense areas, Yongye's army also completed the siege of Baicheng on three sides, leaving only one passage to the edge of the landmass. Everyone knows that the only way to escape to the edge of the continent is to die, so it doesn't make much sense whether to encircle that side or not.

The roar of heavy artillery kicked off the attack of the dark army. The shells rained down into the White City, ravaging the city that had become ruins. At this moment, the defenders' counterattack was only sporadic artillery fire, which was equivalent to nothing. All the soldiers were hiding in the bunkers, waiting for the moment when the bombardment ended and the attack began.

As if to vent their anger, the bombardment of the dark race lasted for a full quarter of an hour before it ended.

This kind of shelling is actually of little significance, because Baicheng no longer has an obvious and decent line of defense. At this moment, every ruin in the city and every street entrance may become a line of defense and a battleground at any time.

As soon as the bombardment ended, countless dark warriors jumped out of the offensive position and rushed towards Baicheng at an astonishing speed. They gave up all tentative attacks and launched an all-out attack from the beginning, which shows that the dark side commander is eager and determined to win.

The originally silent Baicheng seemed to come alive at this moment. From behind the half-collapsed wall, in the ruins, and beside the stone pillars, there were tongues of fire spurting out everywhere. There were so many Force bombs as if they were free of charge, and there were more physical bombs. It's like a violent storm. Many force bombs shone with dark light, clearly driven by the dark force.

The mercenaries in the Neutral Land don't care about Eternal Night Dawn, and there are also many who practice the dark force like those on the Eternal Night Continent. The dark race dropped their weapons in the previous waves of attacks, but they picked them up and used them. They even plundered a lot of physical force bombs from the corpses, and they fired them all at this moment.

The dark warriors in the front row fell down in rows like harvested wheat, while the warriors in the rear continued to charge towards Baicheng, stepping on the bodies of their companions.

At the speed of the dark race, a kilometer distance can be reached in an instant. At the cost of their lives, they quickly filled the distance and rushed into the White City. But they soon discovered that entering the city was just the beginning of their nightmare.

Mercenaries and Zhao Clan warriors may appear from everywhere, then disappear without a trace after a burst of strafing fire. In the blink of an eye, the dark race warriors who entered the city early suffered heavy casualties.

At this time, it should have been the moment for the strong to appear. However, the strong ones among the dark warriors also began to fall in droves. Powerful sniper bullets easily penetrated their armors, and the Dawn Force contained in them burned their bodies and internal organs like flowing fire.

The continuous fall of strong men, especially those with noble titles, finally caused panic among the Eternal Night warriors. Their formation became disorderly and their attacks were no longer resolute. But in urban street fighting, hesitation is a recipe for death. In the dilemma, the casualty rate of the dark warriors skyrocketed.

The people Zhao Jundu brought into Baicheng were all real elites, and there were a large number of specially trained snipers inside. Such snipers are completely fed with gold coins, far from being comparable to the self-taught snipers of Dark Fire. Their targets are only high-ranking military officers and powerful men with titles.

On the distant battleship, a vampire marquis finally couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Lord Doyle, the casualties are too great! If this continues, I'm afraid morale will collapse!"

"Continue the attack." Doyle's voice was calm without any fluctuation.

"Lord Doyle!" The Vampire Marquis raised his voice.

"Continue the attack."

Under Doyle's strict order, the Vampire Marquis reluctantly retreated. Before leaving, he glanced at Doyle with a very provocative look.

The vampires have always had a feud with the werewolves. Since the werewolves lost their supreme power, the vampires have completely suppressed the werewolves. Therefore, even if there is an absolute gap in rank between him and Doyle, this vampire marquis does not have much respect for Doyle.

The strong werewolves behind Doyle all had angry looks on their faces, and some of them had bad tempers and were about to explode on the spot. However, Doyle raised his hand and pressed lightly, suppressing the restlessness of his subordinates, and said calmly: "My order can be repeated once, but it will never be repeated a second time. If anyone still can't hear clearly, then follow military law. As for the future, let’s talk about it in parliament.”

All the powerful vampires looked stern, and then turned to look at an old vampire in the center of their queue. His thin face was full of wrinkles, and he seemed so old that he couldn't open his eyes. However, his tyrannical aura was only slightly weaker than that of Doyle, and he was clearly a deputy duke.

He looked at Doyle with cloudy eyes and said: "Master Doyle is the commander of this battle. This is the decision of the parliament. Are you all impatient? Dare to question the decision of the parliament."

Doyle pretended not to hear the sarcasm in his tone and said calmly: "Thank you, Mr. Teague. Now there is no objection. Give me the order and continue the attack!"

The corners of Teague's eyes twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything.

A moment later, a horn with a special rhythm sounded across the battlefield. The rhythm of the horn instantly aroused the primitive ferocity in the bones of the dark warrior, and one after another werewolves appeared in violent form, leaping towards the White City. A large number of vampire warriors also had blood-red eyes, and they all entered a state of blood rage and charged at full speed, no slower than the werewolves.

The dark army entered the White City and fought with the mercenaries again. This time, after being aroused by the secret method, they no longer have any fear. Even if they are seriously injured, they will drag their opponents along with them.

In the blink of an eye, the outer defense line of White City almost completely fell, and the price paid by the dark race was corpses covering the entire defense line.

The siege battle has just begun, and the dark race has already paid the price of tens of thousands of elite soldiers. The loss rate of mid- to high-level officers and powerful men with titles as the backbone of the army is even more astonishing. No matter who is the coach, he will be frightened when he sees such battle losses.

But Doyle turned a blind eye to the corpses on the ground, and ordered one after another to different troops, all of which were: Attack!