Monarch of Evernight: Thirty-six second wave of strikes

bsp;The second row of flares lit up the night sky again. This time the werewolves learned the lesson. As soon as the brightness changed, they quickly fell to the ground like a frightened bird. Those with higher rankings covered their eyes and used the darkness to The force completely blocked his sight. So the effect of the flare was much worse this time, and it only delayed the actions of the werewolf army.

But the guards on the Baicheng defense line had already dealt with the elite werewolves that rushed in. At this time, they had their hands free and immediately seized the opportunity to attack the werewolves on the periphery. The mercenaries' marksmanship was fierce and vicious, and almost all their guns hit the vital parts. Although the werewolves had strong body defense, they were busy resisting the flares and inevitably ignored them.

The second wave of blows was hard and accurate, causing splashes of blood in the werewolf formation. The werewolf warriors fell down at an alarming speed.

An unusually tall werewolf earl in the rear looked livid, and finally roared to the sky. Hearing his roar, the werewolf warriors turned around and retreated to their attack positions. Only a few ferocious werewolves were unwilling to retreat and were still charging, but they immediately became targets of concentrated fire and were blown to pieces in the blink of an eye.

"Why retreat?" A blood count appeared on the attack position and yelled at the werewolf count.

The Werewolf Earl showed no sign of weakness, pointed at the troops with heavy casualties, and shouted back: "You didn't say there were ghost things like flares! Also, when my tribe is charging, where is your supporting firepower?"

The Blood Count frowned and said: "They have aerial gunships. Our heavy artillery suffered heavy losses and cannot be transported. Don't you know this?"

"Can't transport it? Look above your head. Is there one of their gunboats? Where is our fleet? Didn't your vampires dispatch a huge fleet? Where are they?"

The Blood Count narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Outer space war is not within your and my jurisdiction. You are not successful in the first battle, go and explain to Duke Platt yourself!"

A low roar sounded from the werewolf count's throat, "Because of you, a white-skinned bat, so many of my people have died, and you still want me to explain? Do you want me to explain to your corpse?"

The blood count's face changed slightly, he stepped back, and shouted: "What do you want to do? The second order will come soon. If you kill me, all your people will be buried with you!"

The Werewolf Count's eyes showed a fierce look, and his claws had already popped out from his fingertips. He was about to take action when a voice suddenly sounded: "Hunter Mane, stop. The Duke's order has been issued. Put your troops under my command and continue the attack. . As for this idiot, he should explain to the Duke why he lost most of his heavy artillery force."

What appeared in front of the two men was a taller werewolf with long brown hair flowing behind his head. The aura of a powerful man who was a big step above him was so overwhelming that the vampire count could hardly breathe. The blood count reluctantly saluted and left in a hurry, not even daring to say another word.

The werewolf Earl Hunter Mane said bitterly: "If it weren't for him..."

The Marquis stopped him and said: "It is meaningless to say this now. We must knock down the position without heavy artillery cover. The good news is that the human race has no gunboats."

"Were they killed?"

The Marquis snorted and said: "How can those idiots in the mobile fleet have this ability? If the human warships are not placed in front of them, they will never be able to hit them. If not for the two Grand Duke fleets that were killed by the human race some time ago, Will we be in this situation now? The human commander is very smart. He guessed that I would come, so he removed the gunboats."

It’s hard to say what the other properties of the gunship in the Neutral Ground are, except that it is extremely strong and has thick armor. Normal force guns cannot do anything about it. But when they reached the level of Earl and Marquis, the small gunboats could no longer block their ultra-long-range firepower. The dark race that had just suffered a huge loss from the gunboat and launched another attack was naturally well prepared.

This time the Werewolf Marquis brought several giant force crossbows. With his personal blessing, the giant crossbow arrows fired were enough to penetrate the armor of the gunship. But Song Zining took the first step and moved all the gunboats into the void, rendering the anti-air giant crossbows that the dark race had worked so hard to transport useless.

At this time, a **** signal flare rose in the distance. Looking at the eye-catching scarlet color, the Werewolf Marquis only felt that it was particularly dazzling. He snorted and said, "Does that idiot Pratt think the vampires are really kind?"

He turned his head and said to the werewolf Earl: "I will give you a quarter of an hour to reorganize the troops and launch an attack in half an hour!"

Hunter Mane said: "Are we still the only warriors of our clan?"

"Of course not, Pratt's private army has also arrived. However, this time he wants to take credit, it may not be that easy." The Werewolf Marquis looked at the White City not far away, with a deep light flashing in his eyes.

Hunter said: "Since he wants to take the lead, then let his people go first?"

The Marquis said: "It can't be too obvious, after all, he has a high rank. After the attack order is issued, come together. Just let the little brats in your tribe take it easy and don't go crazy if you have nothing to do."

"I know." Hunter Mane turned around and left.

The Marquis stood on a high place, watching the army below rolling towards the planned attack position, and sneered, "Song Zining is in the city. If you want to catch him alive, how can you do it without paying a price?"

After a while, Hunter Mane hurried back and reported: "The troops are ready."

The Marquis nodded, summoned his guards and said, "Send the order, attack in ten minutes!"

After hearing this, the bodyguard let out a low roar, transformed into a werewolf fighting form, and flew away. Hunting Mane's blood was also boiling. He just wanted to look up to the sky and roar. He took big steps and wanted to run towards the battlefield.

Unexpectedly, before he could take a step forward, he was grabbed by the back of the neck.

"Where do you want to go?"

Hunter's eyes were full of murderous intent and he said: "Of course I will go to the front line. I will break the necks of those despicable humans with my own hands!"

The Marquis said calmly: "You are not allowed to go."

"Any other tasks?"

"No mission, just watch here."

Hunter Mane was confused and asked: "Why?"

The Marquis said meaningfully: "Although that idiot idiot didn't say anything useful after escaping, I feel that there must be someone in Baicheng: Qianye. He is Pratt's enemy, so let's not get involved. In."

Although Hunting Mane is brave enough, he was still shocked when he heard it, and said in surprise: "Qianye?"

The Marquis looked gloomy and said: "Although that fool tried his best to hide it, I think he has probably fallen in rank, and his injuries are very likely caused by the plunder of life. This is the powerful innate power of the ancient blood clan, except for Qianye's Besides, I haven’t heard of a second vampire awakening this ability.”

"Life plunder...the ancient vampires? Isn't it a legend that vampire bats use to brag about?"

The Marquis smiled silently and said: "Although the Vampires like to brag, they are indeed very powerful. Judging from the past battle records, Qianye's ability is very similar to Life Plunder, but even the Vampires themselves have not been able to confirm it. ”

Hunter Mane's battle blood slowly cooled down, "If I rush into the front line rashly, I will definitely become Qianye's target. Maybe..."

"There is no chance. Even if I meet Qianye, if I can't defeat him in the first round of attack, then I have to think about how to escape. Otherwise, I will probably die in battle."

Lunting Mane was shocked. He didn't expect that the Marquis' evaluation of Qianye would be so high. He looked ugly and stood aside silently. If Qianye was really as terrifying as the Marquis said, then there was no point in him going up.

On the battlefield, the battle of the strong in the queue is used to control the battle nodes, but if the strength comparison between the two sides is one-sided, it is completely meaningless. It is better to use massive cannon fodder to pile up.

By the light of the fire still burning on the battlefield, you can see the warriors of the dark race gathering together in dense numbers, like a group of marching army ants, slowly crawling towards the White City defense line.

There were constant streams of fire crisscrossing in the air, like meteor showers, hitting each other's positions, followed by violent explosions. Dark race warriors were thrown away in pieces from time to time, with severed limbs, flesh and blood flying together with flames. This is the heavy artillery from both sides bombarding each other.

The human race has a complete position, and many warriors are hiding in bunkers, waiting for artillery shells or ballistae to explode before coming out. In some front-line positions, mercenary snipers would shoot in the air from time to time, blasting incoming artillery shells.

The casualties of the human race are not large, but the dark race is different. Song Zining attached great importance to supplies and prepared a shocking number of heavy artillery. Baicheng is not big, and there are only 50,000 people in total including the mercenaries from Dark Fire and Neutral Land. But Song Zining raised more than 500 heavy cannons.

On a small battlefield, this amount of artillery fire was so dense that even the powerful dark men with noble titles could only intercept less than half of them despite their best efforts.

The higher-ranking nobles either hid behind like the werewolf Hunter Mane and the Marquis, or they were unwilling to waste their force on intercepting heavy artillery. Anyway, from their point of view, no matter how many cannon fodders die, it doesn't hurt. There are more than a dozen continents in Yongye, and just a few strong men can be countless cannon fodders.

Most of the heavy artillery of the dark race was destroyed by the gunboats, and the firepower was completely disproportionate. The dark warriors did not have enough bunkers, and the casualties were much more serious than those of the human race. It's just that the dark race has always used the tactic of attacking a large number of people at the level of low-level warriors, and it's the same this time. There are too many, and this little damage can't stop the offensive at all.

At this moment, the attacking team included not only werewolves, but also large servant spiders and elite spider demon warriors. There is a spider demon that looks like a hill in the center of the team. Every step it takes makes the ground tremble.

The dark warriors at the front have crossed the artillery line, stepping on the corpses of their companions, and entered the final charging distance, while the mercenaries in Baicheng were firing desperately in the bunker. But compared with the tidal army of darkness, these firepower seemed weak.

A middle-aged mercenary was lying in the trench, holding a Force gun and choosing a target with a calm expression. The Force Gun can only fire a few shots, so it must not be wasted. Soon his crosshairs caught a werewolf who was obviously taller than his peers. When the werewolves and spider demons of the dark race enter a state of combat, the stronger they are, the larger they tend to be. This werewolf is clearly the leader.

Before he could pull the trigger, he suddenly felt a pain in his little foot and then lost consciousness. The mercenary looked down and saw a black spider the size of a fist crawling on his leg. Its powerful jaws bit through his combat uniform and was constantly injecting venom into his flesh.

The mercenary's expression changed drastically. He ignored the disgust and fear and slapped the spider into a pulp. Only then did he notice a strange subtle rustling sound around him. The sound was muffled by the gunfire on the battlefield and had gone unnoticed until now.

He suddenly felt something strange under his feet. He saw the ground clearly through the light of the next explosion, and immediately jumped up in shock!

There are almost endless spiders, big and small, everywhere.

After all, the middle-aged mercenary had rich experience. After the final panic, he immediately calmed down and stamped on each spider to death. Apart from being scary in size and fast in movement, these spiders are not much different from ordinary spiders in nature. They will basically die if stepped on.

The middle-aged mercenary was stomping and stomping, but suddenly his movements slowed down. Then his body leaned back, fell to the ground, and could no longer move.

Dense spiders crawled all over his body in the blink of an eye, and the rustling gnawing sound made people’s teeth sore. Soon the middle-aged mercenary was turned into a ghastly white skeleton. After devouring his flesh and blood, the spider grew larger and continued to crawl deeper into the position.

Chaos began everywhere on the entire front line, with soldiers falling down one after another, while the survivors were trampling and screaming hysterically.