Chapter 1040
Duanjieshan Fortress, the fifth day of the siege, in the evening.
The reinforcements have not arrived.
Perhaps it was because the crazy bloody battles for several days consumed too much and the casualties were too heavy; the offensive and defensive sides had a tacit understanding of choosing a "truce" in the afternoon of the day.
The flames burn, the white snow dances-the dead silence on the battlefield full of corpses reveals the inexplicable weirdness; not only inside the fortress, but also the Azorean elves outside the city are also too quiet ; Except searching for the bones of the robe on the battlefield, there is no plan to carry out a night attack or attack.
Only a handful of small armies from both sides broke out in the trenches under Fortress City and ended in a disastrous defeat for the empire, but the "victorious" elves warriors also attracted ballistas and arrows on the city wall. Rain's revenge.
As for the meaning of such "retaliation", that is really heaven knows.
After arranging the officers and soldiers to watch the night on the beacon tower, the exhausted Drecis walked down the city wall sternly and down the stairs; before leaving the first defense zone, he I met Sarika Jonah, who was equally exhausted, under a corner.
The machete grandfather who was covered in wounds was sitting side by side under the corner of the wall, her legs spread out with a broken saddle, her eyes half open, and she was bored and carried it with her. The whetstone polished a saber full of gaps.
The Boys Hussars gathered around her also looked languid; either standing against the wall or squatting, looking at the sky silently, drinking and carrying them with you. The horse milk wine; seeing someone coming, he didn't even have the energy to stand up and scream to his grandfather, and his eyes were all confused.
"This battle will not go on anymore."
This kind of decadent remarks is replaced by the usual Derecis will definitely stand up and quarrel with Sarika. Reprimanded, and then made a statement that "the empire will win, and the Azores will lose" to encourage the warriors who are still fighting.
Change to normal...
The tired Dresis didn’t mean to quarrel with her at all. He knew very well that he was in charge of logistics and rescue on the city wall. Compared with the machete female grandfather who stood on the front line outside the city wall and fought with the elves, it was the one with the greatest pressure.
It’s not that they haven’t tried it, but every attempt has failed-forced breakout, scattered breakout, sneak attack, wall charge, scimitar offensive...Salika is really useful All tactics have been tried.
But the Azorean elves outside the city are as if they are not afraid of death at all. They can use the most cruel tactics and the most direct way to extinguish every hope they have placed on them!
They can withstand the casualties of two to one or even three to one, and let the elven warrior wielding a long knife launch a "counter-charge" against the cavalry of equal strength;
Long spear The warriors in the phalanx are facing the alchemy bombs and igniting agents that fall from the sky, and the stone cannons are advancing in a dense formation;
The matter of seeing death as home is actually simpler than it looks. Courting death on the battlefield is more than imagined. Easy; but to scale thousands of warriors and treat death with discipline...that would be extremely terrifying.
Drecis can see the fear in the tired eyes of those brave and riddled with scars hussars.
Salika did not lie. If we continue this battle, it will not be a morale collapse, but will continue to let the warriors go to death. If we can't see the reinforcements and we can't see the hope, it will be a mutiny!
Only this battle, Dresis can finally put himself in the right position-in his eyes in the past, Loren Torino is a little clever, good at seize every opportunity, cautious and lucky Very lucky.
Now it seems that being able to hold Eboden for thirty days in front of an army of 100,000 Azores... is really a miracle that cannot be described and described in words!
How accurate is it to judge, calm and be cautious, in order to use half of the enemy’s army in a city that can’t organize defenses, and insist on waiting for almost impossible reinforcements for a whole month. ?
Drecis doesn’t know. He only knows that if this battle continues like this, he will completely fail His Majesty’s high hopes and trust in entrusting all command to him before the war, and admit his failure and Incompetent!
"Tomorrow I will send another messenger to remind me."
Drecis is weak, and doesn’t know if he is comforting Sarika or comforting herself: "Dong The civil war in Sackland has ended, and Byrne should have received the news."
"The two support armies are mainly heavy infantry Legion. Counting time, maybe they have already On the way...it’s almost here!"
"Hmm."
"It’s possible that... Arles has also received news and is sending troops north; maybe it’s to wait for them. , That’s why Byrne’s army was delayed for a few days."
"It is possible."
"Of course, we can’t pin our hopes on reinforcements; I’ll urge it again. The alchemists in the fortress, let them speed up the production of more alchemical weapons; and the oath Knights... until tomorrow, I will ask them to fight alongside you."
"Thank you."
The Machete Grand Duchess is weak and nodded, so she should be reconciled-in fact, if it weren't for the strength great injury in the Centaur War, she would have sent a messenger to Boyi for reinforcements.
With a look of fatigue, Dresis took a few steps forward, pushed a hussar away and sat on Sarika’s side, and took the hand from the opponent. Milk Wine:
"It’s been five days...There is still no news from the Blood Skeleton Valley, not to mention reinforcements, not even a messenger; do you think it’s Loren Torino or the others... Already..."
Salika shook the head silently.
"Why?"
"There is no why-you haven't fought with that bastard, you won't understand." Sarika sighed: "this bastard...like It’s like having eyes on your head, you can always see what you can’t see, and always know what you don’t know."
She said as she gestured: "How do you say it—like you were going to chop When people are human, you should only think about hacking people; this bastard may even the process of hacking people, what should be done after the hacking, and what to do if the hacking is not finished."
"So if he doesn’t When he comes back, it proves that he feels that he is the most correct not to come back, and that he is the most correct not to negotiate with us-of course, it may also be that his messengers were also slaughtered by the enemy and did not send out to contact us."
"But... in short, this guy can't die; as long as he doesn't want to die, no one can kill him!"
Dressis frowned slightly, not understanding at all Where did Salika's "confidence" come from.
"I said, you won't understand." Salika shrugged, "I knew it": "People who haven't fought with that guy are impossible to understand."
Looking at her clear look, Dresis, who was originally full of doubts, stood up and wanted to ask, but was stopped by the banner officer beside him.
"Master Dresis, there is something...you may need to ask it yourself."
"Is it important? I won’t talk about it until later; I’m just... …"
"The subordinates think it is better for you to find out immediately." The banner officer insisted, his expression a bit ugly: "The two banner leaders of the heavy team are waiting to see you. "
"The heavy squad...Engineers?" The confused Dercis raised his eyebrows, and his face changed suddenly:
"You, shouldn't you say... "
The banner officer nodded hard, his eyes trembling:
"Five days of fighting, our army’s kerosene, alchemy bombs, and pyrophoric reserves... are all exhausted. !"
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"Boom————!!!!!!"
The thunderous dragon Roar, tear the dark clouds with the shadows-the wide wings covering the heavens, shielding the sun, the unimaginable body, the tall and ferocious head, the sharp claw fangs as sharp as the lance...
But it belongs to a "giant dragon" with only bones and gray and blue flames burning in its eye sockets.
The shocked Lu Sien looked up at the shadow in the sky-yes, he remembered this giant dragon; he broke into the giant dragon with the black hair wizard and Isaac back then When I was in the city, I almost burnt this "giant dragon" to ashes.
Why, it appears here...
No, it’s not the time to care about this now!
The gray-eyed boy who forcibly regained his consciousness, finally grabbed the sword before his throat was bitten by the carrion demon and turned it into fragments, and continued to run wildly:
" Charge, charge! Keep up with me—don’t stop!"
Yes, it’s absolutely impossible to stop, otherwise you’ll be dead-lost speed, thousands of cavalry with too big targets Among the tens of thousands of carrion demons, they are simply perfect living targets.
Anyway, Lu Sien absolutely does not believe that the enemy will let the giant dragon avoid the carrion location for the reason of "cherishing the soldiers".
"What is that, is it a giant dragon?!"
"Impossible, giant dragon... Isn’t it only Desa Leone Imperial Family who can become a dragon rider, why? Evil God and the monsters also have giant dragons in their hands?!"
"What the hell is going on?!"
But... even if he can overcome it, it doesn’t mean everything The Byrne Knights could also understand; while they were still in a daze, the huge black shadow had spread its wings and fell from the sky.
"Boom————!!!!!!"
The loud boom, explosions, screams, wailing, long hisses...The waves of air mixed in assaults the senses follow Attacked from behind, almost overturning Lu Sien from horseback to the ground.
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
Listening to the screams behind him, Lu Sien didn't even dare to look back to see the Knights and Fiend hunters who followed him, how many had disappeared.
He also knows that the "old acquaintance" is behind him, staring at him with those blue fire eyes, maybe he has opened his bloody mouth wide open like a sacrificial bowl. Ready to be right Spit dragon flames by oneself-if that thing could be called dragon flames.
So he charged, just charging, constantly stepping on the fragments of the carrion demon standing in front of the city, doing his best to complete the task assigned to him by Loren Torino...
Charge, then...fight not to die!
As long as he is alive...As long as he is alive, Lord Loren will definitely be able to defeat this monster; as long as he has instructed himself this way, it means that he must have already figured out a way. Do your best to complete the task, and you can win.
It must be possible!
"Boom——!"
"Boom——————!!!"
At the moment of shouting, in the sky sounded The second completely different "thunder"-the angry crimson giant dragon roared and fell from the sky, leaping towards the skeleton giant dragon.
He didn't mean to say hello at all, facing the silhouette on the ground, Grum directly opened his bloody mouth wide open like a sacrificial bowl, and the fire pillar-like dragon flame swept across with the roar.
The giant dragon that perceives the "threat" also raised its head, and its open wings kept rolling up a billowing air; almost all the carrion near it were forcibly torn into pieces. Fragments, mixed in the snowflakes, fly around.
Bang——!
The skeleton giant dragon rose into the air, leaving a very regular hemispherical giant pit in the same place, and the bursting air wave directly "knocked" the gray pupil with the man and the horse away.
"Lord Lucien——!"
Several Fiend hunters hurriedly gathered around.
"I'm fine!"
Struggling to get up and gasping for breath, Lucien frowned, raised his head and looked towards in the sky. "It has nothing to do with himself." "battle.
The Great Desolate Giant Beast, both flying in the sky, opened their wings and squabbling with their sharp fangs and strong claws under the lead gray cloud; the huge body kept moving up and down. , Rushing towards each other under the wind.
The smooth figure, the rough but full of power, the collision of the body and the body...flipping, staggering, flipping, and staggering, constantly roaring and roaring at the other party...
p>As if they are not fighting, but dancing, the sky of Blood Skeleton Valley is their dance floor... It's just that they both want to kill their "dancing partners" desperately.
"Master Lucien, what is going on..."
"Where are we now?"
The gray pupil interrupted coldly. The words of his subordinates: "The cavalry who rushed down together did not disperse or die. How many are there?"
"This..."
Looking around all around on the war horse: "Should... we should have rushed to the lowest point of the valley-it's just that the avalanche covered all the original gentle slopes, simply can't see the road, nor the top of the mountain!"
"As for the cavalry, I can only see the people around me, probably from when I came...er, one third?"
"Then go and gather them, gather them all again! Formation, gather as many people as possible, and then launch another charge, towards the valley heights, we rush back!"
Lu Sien turned on his horse, with an extremely firm expression: "Our mission is Try to defeat the first round attack of the monster army as much as possible. Now that the mission has been reached, it’s time to retreat."
"Don’t forget the words of the Duke, trust your comrades, but also protect your comrades. A command and a step...understand it?!"
"...understand."
Although he is unwilling, Hunter Fiend understands that Lu Sien is right— -If all the cavalry were killed in the valley, the consequence would be that the infantry would have to face an army of hundreds of thousands of monsters alone.
"Then let me go!"