Monarch of Evernight: Forty-four casualties

bsp;Seeing that the momentum was not right, Ge Shitu took over the conversation and said: "Why bother to say more? Now that I am here, and we join forces, do you think we can still rush through here?"

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the corners of the mouth of the figure on Hai Mi’s mask seemed to be slightly curved, revealing a sneer. She said calmly: "Originally, I was only 30% sure, but you showed up too slowly. That idiot idiot has been severely injured by my three arrows. It would be a good achievement to have only 78% of his strength. What's strange to me is that that idiot has never seen me. , I fought with you before, why did you wait so long and take action so late?"

Sen's expression immediately changed. Until Ge Shitu appeared on his own, he didn't realize there was anyone next to him. It was obvious that Ge Shitu deliberately concealed his traces.

Ge Shitu said angrily: "You were just a little girl back then, how can you be the same as you are now?"

"Isn't this little girl holding on for a long time in front of you?"

Ge Shitu knew that explanations of this kind of thing would only get darker and darker. He opened his hands, blood-red light flashed on his fingertips, and shouted: "It's useless to talk more, just beat him!"

However, as soon as he opened his hands, he suddenly saw another arrow coming out of the long bow in Hai Mi's hand. This arrow is completely black and seems to be able to absorb all light. Only from the contrast of the changes in the surrounding environment can we realize the existence of this arrow.

Ge Shitu's hair stood on end and he exclaimed: "The seventh arrow!"

The cry has not yet ended, but the black arrow has been released! The moment it left the string, it appeared behind the poem.

Ge Shitu shouted, made a very complicated turn, and rushed away, not caring about the forest and the towering pass of the tens of thousands of troops below.

Sen was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the situation would take such a turn for the worse.

Hai Mi took off his mask, revealing an almost indescribable face. She looked to be no more than twenty years old, and the past years had left no trace on her face. It's just that this beautiful face is very pale at this moment. It's unclear whether it has been hidden under the mask for too long or whether it has been injured. But from the corner of her eyes, two lines of blood were flowing down. Besides being sad and beautiful, it also showed that her condition at the moment was not good.

She turned to look at Sen and said, "Do you know why I took off my mask?"

Sen's face was solemn, and no matter how much he thought about it, he knew it could never be a romantic reason. While he was on full alert, he asked: "Why?"

"I just said that I was only 30% sure of hitting you, but after I shot you, it became 60% sure."

Sen became more vigilant and said: "What then?"

"Then? If I work hard, it will become 100%!" The smile on Hai Mi's face disappeared and he slowly drew out another arrow.

Sen was shocked!

Even though she knew that the seventh arrow that Hai Mi had just shot must have paid a considerable price, and she only had two arrows left, Sen didn't want to test how powerful these two arrows were. Even Ge Shitu ran away as soon as he met her, and he didn't want to risk his life here.

"Wait a minute!" Sen quickly raised his hands, wanting to say something.

But how could Hai Mi care about him? The long bow gradually became full.

Seeing that something was not going well, Sen no longer dared to bargain, so he turned around and left. Finally, Hai Mi didn't actually shoot the arrow.

Ge Shitu and Sen evacuated one after another. One can imagine the morale of the dark race troops below. The Imperial Vanguard stopped the attack at the right time, so the Yongye defense line suddenly became busy, and the garrison troops evacuated in stages.

The empire does not interfere, nor does it intend to pursue. The top priority of the East Route Army is to complete the meeting, not to kill the dark army. The army on the opposite side has a complete structure, but it is missing its commander. If you are greedy for this small number of military achievements and inspire the other side to fight to the death, you don't know how long it will be dragged out.

Hai Mi stood with his bow until Yong Ye's troops had withdrawn in large numbers, Fang said: "Let's go." Then he turned around and flew into the battleship.

Before returning, she put on the mask again, so that no one could see her joy, sorrow, and joy.

The Imperial East Route Army set off again, rolling through the defense line and advancing along the edge of the floating continent.

The middle road is another story.

Zhao Jundu divided his troops into several waves and attacked alternately, always taking the lead in each battle. Therefore, the morale of the army was extremely high, everyone died, and they marched straight towards Baicheng like a broken bamboo.

Since Zhao Jundu went to war, the empire naturally paid more attention to it. Duke Wei Guo personally took charge of the Central Route Army as a pillar. When Duke Doyle appeared, Duke Wei naturally took it and beat him from the ground to the void.

Without the support of duke-level warriors, how could Yongye's army withstand the assault of the Imperial Middle Route Army, dominated by the Zhao Clan's private army? Every line of defense was penetrated, and the entire central area of ​​the Floating Continent was cut into pieces. If it weren't for the natural barrier of the misty forest, the dark race's defense line might not be what it was.

In a series of assault battles, Zhao Jundu showed another side that had been hidden by his powerful personal force in the past: in terms of his talent for commanding on the spot, he was no worse than the empire's first-line generals. He has an almost intuitive sensitivity to the weaknesses of Yongye's defense, and can often collapse the opponent's defense with one blow.

On the other hand, most of the Yongye warriors now know that the Floating Continent is over. Everyone is thinking about how to escape. They are not interested in fighting, and their determination to defend is not firm.

However, a few counselors had a vague feeling that Zhao Jundu's use of troops this time was already a bit radical. He led the troops to fight without caring about the strength of the troops, and regardless of the surrounding situation, he just marched his troops straight forward without making any detours or detours.

Fortunately, Zhao Xuanji is still in charge of the overall situation of the Unfallen City at the rear, and various supplies of materials are constantly being sent, giving priority to replenishing the army in the middle. However, Zhao Jundu was invincible when he went through military fronts, which also made those plans and suggestions useless. In addition, there were two teams drawn from the guards of Zhao Xuanji and Zhao Weihuang, specifically to sweep Zhao Jundu's left and right sides to protect his flanks.

As a result, Fulu Middle Road has almost become the domain of the Zhao clan, while the East Road is dominated by the imperial family, and the remaining aristocratic families, including even the Qingyang Zhang family, have all crowded into the West Road.

This is a rather strange pattern. People who are interested have repeatedly speculated about it, but they can't grasp anything. It just feels like there are too many people in the imperial family and the Zhao family.

Although the imperial family and the imperial guards were always at the vanguard in the national war, the Battle of Floating Land did not seem to have reached this level. Moreover, most of the royal reserved territories are located in the Qin Continent, and the Changsheng King who is now in charge of the Qin Continent is very old. Once the empire loses its king, Yongye will take the opportunity to attack the mainland, and will still have to rely on the imperial family to support the overall situation. Too much investment in the Floating Continent, and the mainland How to adjust Bianyou?

Baicheng, in just one day, the entire city has been changed beyond recognition. There are not a few tall buildings in the city, and all obvious targets have been completely destroyed by Yongye heavy artillery.

The city was completely reduced to ruins, the ground was covered with corpses, and the foundation and soil were no longer visible. Thick smoke is still filling the air, but the firelight has faded a lot. There are not many things to burn in the city.

From the beginning of the attack, Romil was almost crazy and threw all the heavy artillery shells into the city. This indiscriminate bombing was indeed effective, at least half of Song Zining's carefully prepared heavy artillery group was destroyed. Fortunately, the cannonballs were almost gone, so Qianye and Song Zining didn't feel any distress.

They didn't care about their distress. As soon as the bombardment ended, the dark army attacked. In one day, Romil's army launched eight attacks. Although they were all beaten back, there are traces of the battle in every corner of the city.

In the ruins of a house, Qianye stood against the wall, smoking silently. This is a rare enjoyment on the battlefield at this moment.

Song Zining, covered in dust, emerged from nowhere, sat down on the ground in front of Qianye, and shouted: "I'm so exhausted! Where did these guys get so much cannon fodder? Aren't they heartbroken?"

"How many more do we have?"

"Wait a minute, give me a cigarette first. I'll have finished smoking it by then."

Qianye touched his body and found that there was no one left, so he handed the remaining half to him. Song Zining didn't care much, so he took it and took a deep breath, and then said with satisfaction: "I don't know why, but I want to smoke every time I fight..."

After smoking, Song Zining retreated in a flash and said: "We have about ten thousand people left. But the reserve team that has not been used only has a few hundred people left. Their attack is too crazy. It’s simply not normal.”

"Only ten thousand?" Qianye knew that the casualties must be heavy, but after hearing the specific number, there was still an unexpected heaviness.

Song Zining seems to be thinking from a different perspective, "By the time this battle is over, Dark Fire will probably go bankrupt."

This time, Qianye and Song Zining brought a total of 40,000 troops from a neutral place. Except for nearly 10,000 people who stayed behind in the fleet, the rest were all thrown into the Baicheng battlefield. In just one day, more than half of the entire army was killed or wounded, which shows that the battle situation was tragic. If in a neutral place, regardless of whether it is offensive or defensive, if the battle damage reaches this level, the army will basically collapse.

In the melee that was burning with flames of war everywhere, even Qianye and Song Zining were unable to care about the ordinary mercenaries. They had no time to care about the powerful knights of the dark race who were like ants eating elephants.

But Qianye still had an unreal feeling when he thought that more than 10,000 soldiers died fighting on such a small piece of land.

Song Zining knew what he was thinking, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Don't think so much, this is war. We have more than 10,000 dead here, and the people on the other side are probably three or four times as many as us, not counting Servants of various spiders and wargs."

The biggest headache for Yongye Fang is that the human race reproduces much faster than most dark races, and is slower than the reproduction rate of servant soldiers. However, the servant soldiers cannot be trained into high-level warriors or even powerful knights. Although the human race is only partially able to awaken the Force of Dawn, they can basically use weapons after training. As a result, at the level of real warriors, the individual combat power of the human race is relatively weak, but the intergenerational replenishment speed is much faster.

Therefore, in battle, as long as the human race has fewer casualties than the dark race warriors, it is usually acceptable. So far in the White City Defense War, the casualties of the Dark Warriors have been several times that of the mercenaries. No matter where they are placed, the results can be said to be brilliant.

Qianye’s frown did not relax.

On the battleship in the distance, Romil looked at the battle report with the number of casualties in front of him, and there seemed to be dark clouds slowly gathering above his head. After a long time, he said: "In other words, we lost 50,000 soldiers in just one day of fighting?"

A count said cautiously: "It also contains missing numbers."

"Trash!!" With a snap, the battle report hit the earl in the face.