"Report, sir!" The horse stood up alone and then stopped steadily. The knight on the horse saluted Major General Longria, the top commander of the 26th Legion of the Demonic Alliance: "The enemy has entered the Tucheng!"
"I know, let's go down!" Longlia said with a smile to the people around him: "It is indeed the battle plan drawn up by the military department, it is so perfect!"
"I looked at the map. The wall of that earth city is only two people high." A young officer beside him asked: "Sir, do we want to attack immediately?"
"No, we are not attacking now." Longria said: "Our task is to keep an eye on them and wait for the follow-up troops."
"Why not attack? According to our observations along the way, this army is nothing special." The young officer asked puzzledly: "Isn't it a great achievement to eliminate this phantom army before other army groups?"
"No big deal? Do you know how much we paid to trap this phantom army?" Longlia said with a stern look: "Now I can tell you, the reason why Marshal Verlaine accepted the armistice request of the Divine Alliance,
To a large extent, it is to encircle and annihilate this legion!"
"What?"
"In order to completely annihilate this phantom army, the military has formulated a very thorough battle plan. No matter where they flee, they will not escape the fate of destruction." Longria looked at the blurry earth city wall in the distance and spoke word by word.
Said: "The entire plan involves more than twenty main battle legions. Just to prevent them from penetrating into the interior of the alliance, nine main battle legions are firmly guarding the borders of the two empires bordering Camp! Others
The legions formed encirclement and annihilation groups of varying sizes and roamed around Camp, and there were three legions dedicated to driving away refugees at the dividing line between gods and demons."
"Is the other party really that powerful?" The young officer was very surprised: "Does it need so many main battle regiments?"
"If you have five thousand soldiers, including three hundred scorpion warriors." Longria looked at the young officer and said, "How many divine coalition forces can you deal with?"
"Twenty thousand!" said the young officer: "At least twenty thousand! If not, chop off my head!"
"Behead your head? I'm afraid you don't have enough heads." Longria shook his head: "There are only 10,000 people, but this army was completely wiped out with less than 2,000 casualties!"
"impossible!"
"This is a fact! Not to mention that this phantom army turned Kemp into a pot of porridge by itself." Longria said bitterly: "Thanks to the cruelty of the army, all the people who could hide in Kemp were burned down.
The place must be burned down. Otherwise they will remain in Campo and no one will be able to catch them!”
"If they are really that powerful, can these few refugees in Tucheng stop them?"
"No matter what the reason is, this is how the military plan was formulated. In fact, they are also trapped here." Longria smiled faintly: "We are driving people in here, and there will naturally be people over there to help block...
…The entire demarcation line is being done like this. The Divine Alliance forces must escape, and we must annihilate this army and give everyone their place.”
"How could such a thing happen?" The young officer couldn't help but shake his head: "I really can't imagine that even such a legion as the Divine Alliance Army would be willing to give up."
"Child, you have to remember that this is the result of the agreement. Besides, there is nothing good in the Divine Alliance." Longria said: "Okay, I have to keep an eye on them before the follow-up troops come up... I have a report here,
You send it back to Savin!"
"But, father!" said the young officer, "in that case, I won't be able to catch up with the battle!"
"Glens, this is an order."
"Yes, Father, if you insist."
Glens took the document handed over by his father and left reluctantly.
"Silly boy! Is fighting fun? You are already twenty years old, when will you become more mature?" Longlia withdrew his gaze, turned to the herald and said: "The whole army is on alert! The magicians accompanying the army take turns to take off to observe!
Once you find any abnormal movement of the enemy, report it immediately!"
On the city wall of Tucheng, Cohen's pre-war meeting was also taking place.
"Obviously, we can't enter the Grand Canyon." General Liaison Officer Mafa said: "The Winged Scouts have scouted along the Grand Canyon, and the refugees in the canyon show no signs of moving forward. In other words, even if they kill all
We can’t get through the refugees blocked here.”
"Not to mention killing, many soldiers just ran to the city wall behind and threw their rations to their relatives under the wall." Military judge Jack said: "Even the soldiers of the law enforcement regiment were like this. The officers spent a lot of effort
We just drove them down. If the soldiers are asked to massacre their own villagers... I doubt they will rebel immediately."
"I suspect that the exit on the other side of the canyon is blocked." Cohen looked at the map and said, "They want to surround us here."
"Sir, what do you mean?" Moya whispered, "We have been betrayed?"
"Not necessarily, it may be other reasons." Cohen glanced at the officers beside him and thought that now was not the time to investigate the cause: "Immediately send wing soldiers to clear the way, but this will take time, we must make arrangements first
Defense.”
While everyone was discussing, a reconnaissance officer ran over and handed the information he had to Cohen.
"We have a little trouble." Cohen glanced at the intelligence: "The enemy's follow-up troops have appeared, another light cavalry regiment, and will arrive here in an hour."
"Order! Send four regiments to line up one mile in front of Tucheng, cover other troops, set up traps, and reinforce the city walls; demolish all the houses in Tucheng to build defenses, and the equipment regiment will step up the production of various defensive equipment." Cohen handed over his hands.
The information was mixed into a ball: "The logistics team is taking inventory of combat supplies and will implement supply restrictions from now on... for ten days."
"yes!"
"Report to the commander! The enemy has 10,000 troops under the city!"
"Are there any signs of movement of the enemy's main force?" Longria asked.
"No!"
"Where are our follow-up troops?"
"The nearest follow-up force is the 27th Army Corps." Longria's adjutant replied: "It will arrive in an hour at the latest!"
"Order the army to deploy and prepare for battle." Longria said: "Slowly advance to a place three miles away from the opponent. No attack is allowed without my order!"
"yes!"
Not long after, the entire legion had spread out into three lines, keeping a distance of one mile from each other. Each line was divided into three groups: front, middle and rear. Under the sound of the horn, all the troops were slowly advancing in order.
The 26th Legion of the Demonic Alliance is actually the Second Royal Guards Corps from the Demonic Wells Empire!
This is a legion with a glorious tradition and excellent records. It has a vigorous style and is especially good at long-distance attacks. It has been used to seal the enemy's retreat in all the wars between gods and demons. It is a very useful "sealing stick".
And running after the enemy like now.
This is actually the first time.
As the commander, Major General Longria acted very cautiously in this operation.
Because he understood that the honor of the Wells Empire had to be fought for by himself - another regiment-level commander of the empire, Major General Hampton, had died at the hands of this phantom army.
The Wells Empire was originally sparsely populated, and the number of legions it could send out to fight could be counted on one hand... In this war between gods and demons, there were only two legions in total. For this reason, Marshal Verlaine was
There was a lot of ridicule.
At this time, the adjutant came over and asked: "Sir, the enemy is building defenses! Do we want to interfere?"
"Let them repair it." Longria said calmly: "The combat plan does not require us to take the initiative."
"But..." the adjutant said: "After their defense is complete, it will be very difficult for us to attack."
"It's enough for us to just do our job." Longria said calmly: "As for the attack - that is a matter for the follow-up troops. Let their commanders worry about this."
Indeed, the military's battle plan only allows him to patrol the Camp section of the dividing line between gods and demons. If an enemy is discovered, he only needs to follow closely and wait for reinforcements to prevent the enemy from running away - Major General Longria is not prepared to do anything else.
To avoid making any mistakes and being arrested and hanged by the military.
As a result, both sides stood in formation and faced off. Whether it was the demon coalition on horseback or the "Phantom Legion" spearmen standing under the earth city, they remained silent... Except for the occasional wind blowing, the open field was filled with darkness.
Only the monotonous sound of piling on the city wall can be heard.
An hour later, the follow-up troops of the Demon Alliance arrived.
Here comes the 27th Legion of the Demonic Alliance. This is a special unit. Although the soldiers of the entire legion are equipped with war horses, they are not cavalry. They are better at riding horses to the battlefield and then dismounting.
Infantry tactics attack... because they are from the wealthy Bruck Empire and are composed of two elite fighter groups.
"Go and tell their commander that we can continue to be on guard for another three hours." Longria said to the herald: "They can take a rest."
"Sir, why do we have to stand for three more hours?" the adjutant asked puzzledly: "The people in the 27th Legion are not good birds. They even tried to steal the credit from us last time."
"You don't know this. Our frontline commander follows the 28th Army Corps, and it only takes less than three hours for the 28th Army Corps to get here." Longria said: "As soon as the commander arrives,
Naturally, I want to give the enemy a showdown... He won't let the light cavalry who have been standing there all day do this, right?"
"I understand!" The adjutant suddenly realized: "The guys who have rested will take the lead!"
"You have to remember that fighting is not a simple matter." Longlia shook his head habitually: "It's not just the enemy that needs to be dealt with... it should be everyone except yourself."
After the commanders of the two legions communicated with each other, the soldiers of the 27th legion dismounted and rested, and some soldiers erected a fence six miles away from Tucheng and began to camp.
The sound of piling coming from the city wall became more intensive...
Foxburg, the capital of Brooke, is where the headquarters of the Demon Alliance Army is located.
"Report!" A colonel rushed into the Intelligence Department, waving the information in his hand frantically: "Major General! Major General Swice Hepburn! The Phantom Legion has been captured by us!"
"Inform the other officers and go to Marshal Verlaine immediately!" Swice threw away the file in his hand, snatched the information from the colonel's hand, and ran towards Marshal Verlaine's room like a gust of wind.
The senior commanders of the military department have never tried to gather in one place in such a short period of time. When Major General Swiss was halfway through his report to Marshal Verlaine, the heads of the military department were already crowded with Verlaine.
In the marshal's room, for a time, gold stars shone in the marshal's room—Major General Swice had the lowest rank among them.
"...The Phantom Legion has been driven out of Camp by Gironde, and they were followed by the 26th Legion when they retreated." Siwes pointed to the map spread out on the table: "The 26th Legion is the coalition army.
There is no reason why the light cavalry regiment, which is the fastest moving in the army, should be lost! Behind them are the 27th Army and the 28th Army! These three legions belong to the second theater, so there is no problem in cooperating. In addition, the following
The five slave legions that arrived...the enemy army is already in a dead end, and with 350,000 against 60,000, we are already guaranteed victory!"
"I have never been happy during this period of time. Even when the Divine Alliance admitted defeat and signed the agreement, I didn't have any sense of accomplishment... For me, only the complete annihilation of the Phantom Legion is something worthy of happiness!
Verlaine stood up from his chair: "You know, Siwes, you brought me the best news in this war! I want to thank everyone for the last moment of my military career."
During the war, it was you who helped me draw a perfect ending!"
"Marshal! You should treat us to a drink!" said an admiral.
"As long as the news of the complete annihilation of the Phantom Legion is confirmed - I will give each of you ten barrels of fine red wine!" Verlaine's face glowed: "I will give each of you three top-notch singing and dancing girls! Plus five Uruk maids!"
"Ha! The three main battle legions are the elites of the second battle zone!" A lieutenant general said with a smile: "With the addition of five slave legions - Marshal, you can't be stingy even if you want!"
"Ah……"
"I have to order a new dress..."
"Your Excellency, Staff Officer, the marshal is sending three top-notch singers and dancers! Judging from your health, it would be better for you to abstain from sex from today on, otherwise you will have to find someone to help you..."
"What? Do you want to compare..."
Amid the teasing laughter of a group of generals, Major General Swice quietly exited the marshal's room. He walked slowly in the corridor, his head slightly lowered, and his fingers lightly drew circles on the hilt of his sword, extremely excited.
I feel a little regretful.
As one of the makers of a series of plans, no one knows better than him how much the Demonic Alliance has paid in order to capture this phantom army - not only did they give up an empire to be destroyed by the phantom army, but they also ended it early.
The war between gods and demons.
"But it's all worth it..." Siwes took out a document from his arms. Over the past few days, he had read it several times a day, and he could already memorize the contents.
Top Secret: Overview of the Ninth Legion of the Divine Alliance.
The Ninth Legion of the Divine Alliance Army was formed temporarily one year before the war by merging the original 22nd Legion of the Divine Alliance Army and the original 19th Legion. Its soldiers were all slaves recruited before the war, and most of them came from the Divine Alliance.
The demonic dividing line has complex racial composition and low combat effectiveness. The commander of the ninth legion is the Divine Blessing Knight, Count Cohen Keda.
Cohen Keda, now eighteen years old, is a native of the Sibia Empire of the Divine Alliance and a hereditary noble. He studied at the Sibia Empire Royal Academy in his early years and was later expelled for bad behavior. At the age of sixteen, he was made a baron and became a Sibia Imperial Academy.
The Governor of the Dark Province of the Bea Empire was summoned by the Light Gods for his outstanding performance in the defense of the Temple of the Pota Empire and was named a Divine Knight.
He was a lustful man and had three wives by the time he was 16. He behaved badly and was cruel by nature. He once massacred more than 300 officers, both junior and senior, under the Ninth Army Corps. He was arrogant and arrogant. He once robbed friendly troops and transport convoys for up to 100,000 yuan before the war.
Dozens of times, he even led his troops to siege and rob the general military supplies warehouse. He has outstanding abilities and unique methods of army management and training...
The top-secret documents come from the Military Headquarters of the Divine Alliance Army, including an introduction to this legion, Cohen’s resume, and even correspondence between Cohen and the Military Headquarters of the Divine Alliance Army!
There will be no more than five copies of the entire set of documents, including copies. This was the only thing the Divine Alliance paid when they signed the armistice agreement. They used this document to avoid the fate of at least ten legions being annihilated.
"The eighteen-year-old commander is a little younger than me." Siwes did not look any further, but sighed with regret: "I really hope I can meet this strange guy..."
"Be careful!" A hoarse voice sounded on the city wall: "Magic - attack!"
Hearing the alarm, Cohen, who was wearing a silver Divine Blessing Knight armor, looked up and saw a medium-sized magic ball flying out from in front of the enemy's formation and heading straight for the city wall. As a result, it hit the barrier and dissipated.
The soldiers who were reinforcing the city wall didn't even raise their heads. They were protected by their own magicians. They were seizing this little time to do their own thing.
The officers said that for every thickening of the city wall, one's own side's chance of winning would increase; for every thickening of the city wall, a few more enemy troops would die. The soldiers did not know much about strategy, but simple arithmetic problems
Still manageable.
In just two days, not only did the city wall that was originally two people high have become five people high, all the houses in the Tucheng were knocked down, and a maze was built based on the original messy streets.
Calling it a maze is not an exaggeration, because the entire position is separated by identical earth walls. Not only do the earth walls twist and turn, there are countless corners and nooks and crannies... many soldiers have lost their way in it.
In contrast, the enemy's follow-up troops are also arriving in a steady stream. During the day, a large amount of dust rising in the distance can be seen at the top of the city. At night, countless torches are swaying in the wind, and the firelight is reflected in the mist.
The night sky shone brightly in red.
On the first day of the siege, the Demon Alliance made a tentative attack, but thousands of people fell before they even reached the edge of the city wall. Since then, attacks of varying scales have continued sporadically.
, there are also nasty magic attacks from time to time.
But Cohen's soldiers use the word "tenacity" to its fullest potential.
When the enemy troops rushed forward, the garrison troops fought bloody battles; when the enemy troops retreated, the city walls were filled with soldiers from the logistics regiment repairing the defenses.
Nothing can be seen outside the Tucheng, but from inside the city, the entire Ninth Army is like a machine - tens of thousands of parts operating in harmony with the enemy's movements.
"Sir." Lieutenant Colonel Carlos, chief of staff of the Ninth Army, walked to Cohen: "Our defense is basically ready."
"Where are the wingmen troops we sent out? Have they sent any news back?"
"There is no second way out for hundreds of miles around." Carlos whispered: "The wingmen sent to scout the exit of the canyon did not come back."
"Concerning the current situation." Cohen asked him lightly: "What do you think?"
"I'm... not very optimistic."
"Actually, I'm not very optimistic either!" Cohen laughed, causing several guards next to him to turn their heads and look: "But we still have to fight this battle, and we have to find a way to win!"
Carlos looked at the enemy camp in the distance, but did not take Cohen's words to heart. His heart was already filled with hundreds of thousands of enemy troops.
As a senior officer, he knew that the chance of winning in such a situation was really slim; but at the same time, as a subordinate, he was determined to stay with Cohen until the last moment.
"It looks like a large-scale attack is coming." Cohen stared into the distance and said, "Get ready to fight!"
Carlos followed Cohen to the headquarters, which was a tower built behind the city wall. The tower was much higher than the city wall, making it easy to observe the entire battlefield.
Amidst the sound of bugles, the demon coalition forces were lining up outside the range of the catapults. A large number of messengers could be seen galloping in the queue on war horses. Groups of demon soldiers continued to pour out of the camp and gathered to attack.
The rear of the team...the scale of this attack was greater than any previous one.
From the enemy camp to the city wall, there is almost no cover in between. Even the very tenacious weeds that grow close to the ground have been trampled by the demon alliance... There are too many of their soldiers.
.
At the front of the queue were several slave regiments. The slave soldiers in shabby clothing remained silent amidst the orders of their superiors. Behind them, the soldiers of the war supervisory team on horseback were pressing arrows for the powerful crossbows in their hands.
In the middle of the queue were soldiers from the 27th Legion. They were wearing exquisitely crafted armor and were looking at the distant Tucheng with cold eyes.
These proud fighters suffered losses on the first day of the attack. A large number of comrades died in the traps of the Phantom Legion. Although it is an honor for soldiers to die on the battlefield, dying in a trap makes people feel special.
Huohuo, in their words: "This feud has become big!"
At the end of the queue were the troops from the 28th Legion. Among the barbarian warriors wearing animal skins were mixed many special units. Their weapons and equipment were second to none in the coalition army. They were of all lengths and thicknesses. Some soldiers had weapons.
Some soldiers were armed with giant maces that were taller than themselves, some soldiers were holding one-handed giant axes, and some were using meteor hammers...
Those colorful clothes cannot hide the strong murderous aura exuding from their bodies. In fact, the 28th Army has the most terrifying combat effectiveness among all the armies in the entire second theater. These soldiers are gnashing their teeth and moving their bodies. They vowed to
"Show those bastards of the Phantom Legion a show of strength."
Hundreds of messengers carried flaming red flags and walked through the long passage to the front of the queue... Suddenly, all the sounds in the demon coalition formation were silent, except for the slight scraping of weapons and armor.
After a loud blast of bugles, a deafening shout rang out from the Demon Alliance Army. This shout was like the huge waves stirred up by a tsunami, or like the wild sand lifted up in the sky during a sandstorm, swirling towards Tucheng...
…Even the walls of Tucheng kept trembling amidst the roaring sound.
The ground is shaking slightly, and the demonic coalition begins to attack!
The soldiers of the Divine Alliance slightly exposed their heads among the arrow stacks on the city wall, looking at the surging crowds from a distance.
After several days of hard fighting, they could already distinguish the dull, thunder-like footsteps among the chaotic sounds... They watched in silence, holding the weapons in their hands a little tighter.
Cohen, who was standing on the highest floor of the tower, stared intently at the demonic coalition forces that were getting closer and closer. Orders came out of his mouth and were passed on by the officers on the lower floors of the tower with gestures.
The archers were all gathered together and lined up neatly behind the city wall.
"Calibrate ten knots - raise the bow!" As soon as the officers shouted hoarsely, countless arrows pointed to the sky at the same angle.
"Hold on - hold on..." the officers shouted in a drawn-out tone, squinting at the tower.
In Cohen's eyes, the attack formation of the Demonic Alliance was dragging smoke and dust, and the front line was almost within the bow and arrow range... Suddenly, his right hand raised in front of his chest swung downwards!
"Shoot..." Seeing Cohen's gesture, the officers shouted excitedly. The dull atmosphere before the war was very depressing, but it got much better after the war started.
Amidst the screams, dense arrows flew into the air. They tore the air with their sharp arrows, and then crossed the city wall in an elegant manner. They flew toward the location in the master's mind in a dark way, spinning briskly all the way.
, and finally rushed into the bodies of the demon alliance soldiers!
The slave soldiers who rushed to the front were the slave soldiers. They did not have enough armor protection. In fact, except for the clothes they were wearing that were not enough to cover their bodies, they had nothing.
They also saw the arrow rain flying from Tucheng, those arrow rains that were connected one after another, blurry and conspicuous, but they did not dare to stop... If they rushed forward, they would be lucky enough to survive. Stop
But he will definitely die in the hands of the supervising team.
Feather arrows don’t know what misery is. They are just wood strips with feathers and a piece of metal on top. Their only mission is to follow the owner’s wishes, fly away from the bowstring quickly and far away, and pierce into the human body.
For them, there is no essential difference from plunging into the soil.
As a result, blood splattered on the wilderness, and screams reached the sky.
One row of slave soldiers fell, and another row of slave soldiers rushed up against the rain of arrows. They ran quickly or staggeringly, or shouted timidly or crazily. They all faced the cold cold with warm chests.
Arrowhead.
Orders are flying, arrows are flying, blood is flying, souls are flying...
The formation of slave soldiers has broken up. In fact, no one, including themselves, expects them to attack the city. They are just moving shields... The slave soldiers are supported by the well-equipped soldiers of the 27th Legion behind them.
He rushed forward, letting the sharp arrows penetrate his body and the blood stained the ground red.
Because of the sacrifice of the slave soldiers, the troops of the 27th Legion behind maintained an orderly formation. These well-armored soldiers approached the city wall with swords, shields, spears, and bows and arrows in this order.
A large number of stones were thrown from the catapults inside the city wall, hitting the soldiers of the 27th Legion crying.
Stones can't tell the difference between lowly slave soldiers and proud fighters. Usually when a stone falls, multiple broken arms and limbs fly into the sky... In such a blow, the demon alliance soldiers who can keep their bodies intact still have to face
Thousands of powerful crossbows on the city walls.
After paying a huge price, the first siege ladder of the Demonic Alliance Army was finally set up on the top of the Tucheng city, followed by the second one, and the third one... The howling Demonic Alliance soldiers climbed up the ladder.
Along the way. Behind them, their own archers finally shot the first round of feather arrows.
The soldiers of the Divine Alliance on the city wall were already well prepared. They began to use long hooks to push the ladders away from the city wall, knocking down the people on them together with them.
Countless enemy soldiers fell to the dust along with the rolling stones and never got up again. Although the crossbows of the divine coalition were extremely lethal at short and medium distances, with the supplement of the follow-up troops of the demon coalition, this loss was almost negligible.
Excluding.
The soldiers on both sides are crazy, no one cares about their lives anymore. The crossbowmen on the city wall pour down the crossbow arrows again and again, without having to aim at all, and the rolling stones and wood can be thrown casually to hit the enemy... consumption
The speed was so fast that the transport logistics soldiers almost broke their legs.
The corpses piled up under the city wall, getting higher and higher, but no one in the demon coalition cared about this. It was the honor of a soldier to die in battle. They even built human ladders under the city wall after a large number of ladders were damaged!
The soldiers held knives in their mouths and climbed the wall with their bare hands with their shoulders and heads hunched. Although this idiotic method did not help much in the attack, its ferociousness was evident from this!
The second batch of ladders was finally transported to the city, and the archers of the Demonic Alliance also began to provide orderly support. Before that, they had been shooting randomly on a large scale... But now, amidst the shouts and curses of several officers, they will
The attack was concentrated, trying to gain an advantage on a small section of the city wall.
This kind of support finally had an effect. After being hit by a few stones, a Demon Alliance soldier vomited blood and tenaciously climbed up to the top of the city. Although he was immediately pricked with holes by several spears and screamed in agony.
Although he fell down, there were still bursts of cheers from the demonic coalition forces below the city!
The huge cheers made the soldiers inexplicably excited, and naturally... more and more Demon Alliance soldiers climbed up to the top of the city.
What greeted them were countless gleaming gun heads and swords. The soldiers of the Divine Alliance howled and tried their best to drive the enemies off the city wall.
During the melee, a large number of barbarian soldiers climbed onto the city wall. These rough-skinned and thick-fleshed beasts brought great casualties and trouble to the defenders.
In the light of swords and shadows, the enemy and we were fighting on the city wall. The entangled crowds were rushing back and forth, stabbing with spears, cutting with knives, biting with teeth, butting with heads...
A soldier of the demonic coalition had just climbed up to the top of the city, and was split in half by a knife before he could stand still. And the soldier of the divine coalition holding a sword was kicked into the air by a arrogant fighter!
With blood flying all over the sky, the fighter was hit in the face by a crossbow arrow, and then hit in the chest by a piece of wood. He fell into a puddle of blood and lingered...
A barbarian roared angrily, waving two giant axes and killing several soldiers of the Divine Alliance. The barbarian was extremely powerful. The giant ax in his hand caused casualties to the opponent again and again. When he neatly killed the first
After the three soldiers of the Divine Alliance were broken into two pieces at the waist, they found that they could no longer move... A dazzling bright light flashed, and the barbarians had turned into a pile of ashes flying in the air!
As a result, his divine coalition magician turned around and ran towards other tight areas under the protection of two sergeants.
The demonic coalition attacked the city again and again, was driven down again and again, and rushed up again and again...
In the naked fighting, all fancy gadgets were gone, and the awe-inspiring slogans were thrown aside. The soldiers cheered themselves up with the most primitive howls and saved their lives in the most direct way.
On the not-so-wide city wall, mutilated corpses were scattered everywhere. The sticky red liquid emitted a strong fishy smell that accumulated higher and higher, mixed with soil and flowed down from the city head, dyeing the several miles long city wall.
A sickening scarlet...
Three hours later, the attack ended with the retreat of the demonic coalition - both sides were very tired.
Looking at the enemies receding like a tide, Cohen only said one sentence.
"The troops changed defenses, rescued the wounded, strengthened defenses, and prepared for their next attack."
The nervous soldiers who were killed were replaced. Each of their faces turned pale and they were still muttering something in a low voice.
Some people rushed to the well and began to pour water ferociously, some people lay down without saying a word and stared at the sky with dull eyes, and some people kept asking people about the whereabouts of their friends...
One day passed, and two days passed. From day to night, the demon coalition forces continued to attack.
In their offensive frenzy, the weapons and equipment of the Divine Alliance were greatly consumed. Even if the equipment team worked day and night, and even if all the available resources in Tucheng were turned into "weapons" by them, these things were still far behind.
Consumed.
Many soldiers' weapons were damaged and could not be repaired, there were no more stones to throw in catapults, and even archers were restricted from use...
The small earth city was already crumbling, and it looked like it could not hold on much longer. But what is surprising is that it persisted every time.
Amidst the neighing of several war horses, a tired-looking officer dismounted. He handed the reins to the guards and walked into the largest tent in the Demon Alliance camp.
"Report to your Excellency, Lieutenant General!" He said loudly: "The three-hour attack has ended, and my subordinates have come to respond!"
"What was the result?" a lieutenant general in his forties asked him softly.
"Your Excellency Lieutenant General, the battle situation is not very good. Compared to the Phantom Legion, our losses are much greater."
The lieutenant general waved his hand, and the officer withdrew knowingly.
"Gentlemen, our attack has been going on for several days, but the enemy's resistance is still very tenacious." The lieutenant general said to the three corps commanders around him: "The entire alliance is watching us. What can you do?"
"Your Excellency Lieutenant General, if we continue to fight like this, we will suffer heavy casualties."
"Your Excellency Lieutenant General, although the morale of our troops is high, it is not appropriate to attack again."
The three corps commanders finally reached an agreement, hoping that the lieutenant general could slow down the attack.
"Gentlemen, although our casualties are large, the Phantom Legion's casualties are not small either! We have backup, but they have nothing." The lieutenant general said with a smile: "We should continue to attack, so that they have no time to breathe.
Then use the catapults we just built to destroy their defenses as much as possible. This attack will last for another two days at most... As soon as the next few slave legions come up, we can launch a general attack!"
"You've already made up your mind and you still ask, you son of a bitch!" The three legion commanders cursed in their hearts, but they didn't dare to disobey.
"Then everyone, go prepare. From now on, each attack will be personally directed by one of you." The lieutenant general still smiled and said: "Attacks will take turns day and night, and they will not stop for a moment."
So, the bugle sounded again, and the demon coalition soldiers who had received the order began to form their teams again. Various siege equipment that had just been completed were also pushed out. The major general commander of the 27th Army got on his horse and said,
Swearing rough and dirty words while urging the troops to move forward...
The defenders of Tucheng were divided into several groups to guard day and night. Although everyone tried their best, they could only keep the Tucheng unbreakable... They never had the chance to repair the defense.
Under the attack of the powerful catapults of the Demon Alliance, the city wall was completely damaged. Before each attack, the soldiers of the Demon Alliance looked at the city wall with a confident look.
It can be broken.
But there is a phantom army in Tucheng. As long as the soldiers of the phantom army are still standing on this city wall, this city wall has life and a soul!
This city wall with life and soul stood tall. Countless Demon Alliance soldiers fell in front of it, countless Demon Alliance officers cursed at it, and countless teams with glorious records failed in front of it... Nothing
Where does the flowing blood come from, the life and soul?
The soldiers of the Phantom Legion injected their lives into this city wall, injected their own blood into this city wall, and connected their flesh and blood bodies with the city wall...but the price was huge.
Thousands of cold bodies were placed under the city wall on the other side. These lives that were alive a few days ago now lie there quietly.
Although they were washed clean and put on new clothes one by one, to their comrades and commanders, they could not be as cute as when they were alive... even though they were dirty and smelly at that time.
Yes, he still does stupid things.
More wounded people were placed on the other side. Because of the tight fighting ahead, these wounded people had to be entrusted to the care of refugees. The refugees came from all over the place, usually whole villages and entire tribes, and there were also people with outstanding medical skills and magic among them.
During the days of fierce fighting in Tucheng, these refugees showed strong self-discipline. No one made trouble or made a fuss.
When the fighting on the city wall started, they sat calmly on the ground, watching everything in front of them with silent eyes; as soon as the fighting on the city wall ended, they took action, and those responsible for carrying the wounded walked swiftly on stretchers, transporting rolling stones.
He was naked and shouting slogans...
Hundreds of tribal leaders and thousands of village chiefs gathered together to distribute the meager amount of food per head.
The refugees who were hungry looked for anything to eat between battles. Birds, ants, bugs, everything that moved could not escape their eyes; they looked for delicate leaves, non-toxic weeds, anything that could be digested.
Don't let it go.
The brutal battle hardened Cohen's heart, and the memories of his previous life became extremely vivid. After seeing the hungry eyes of the refugees, he sent two battalions of soldiers to guard the bodies of the fallen soldiers.
The interim leader, elected by hundreds of thousands of refugees, approached Cohen and asked him to take back the soldiers guarding the remains.
"Sir, during the battle," the old man said, "your soldiers should be on the front line and not point their weapons at us."
"Tell me, what can you guarantee?" Cohen replied coldly: "My brothers are all good. Even if they die, their bodies are more valuable than your lives!"
"Master, we understand what you are worried about." The old man raised his head and said in a very calm tone: "We are very humble and humble, but at least we still have humanity and we never eat people."
Ke Wei closed his eyes and weakly waved his hand to ask the old man to retreat. The old man didn't know that the Phantom Legion's food was no longer sustainable, and Cohen was even preparing to kill the refugees to eat - although this was just an idea now, but in the future
If the situation continues to worsen, it is not impossible. However...
"But at least we still have humanity. We never eat people."
The old man's words made Cohen completely give up his idea.
At nightfall, Moya, who had chapped lips, walked into Cohen's tent. His military uniform was in tatters, and looking through the holes, the armor inside was also scarred.
"Boss, the enemy troops have retreated. It seems they are not planning to attack tonight."
"I saw it just now." Cohen said calmly: "Come with me for a walk and call Jack and Marfa."
The four people walked along the city wall, chatting without a word, and everyone was in a heavy mood.
When he reached a dark corner, Cohen stopped.
"Do you know?" Cohen said, looking at the starless night sky: "Tonight...maybe it will be our last night."
"Boss, you..." His words caught the three brothers a little off guard. Ever since he entered Tucheng, Cohen looked like the sky was falling and he was holding on with only one hand. This was the first time that everyone had heard such depressing words.
"The city wall in front is finished, and the enemy's backup has arrived." Cohen's voice became a little cynical again: "The food is gone, and the show has to end."
"Boss..." Moya licked his lips and wanted to speak, but found that he could not find any words to comfort everyone.
"Do you regret following me?" Cohen said, "Do you regret following me, the boss?"
"No regrets!" Jack rushed to say: "You are the best boss! I will always follow you!"
"You little fool!" Cohen patted Jack's head: "You and Mafa go back first, I have something to discuss with Moya."
"Let us accompany you again!" Mafa said.
"No need." Cohen rejected Mafa's kindness: "Tomorrow... should be the final attack of the demon alliance. Everyone should dress more handsomely and don't be reluctant to part with the armor you brought back from Paradise Island."
After speaking, Cohen stood up and led Moya towards the place where the wounded were placed.
"Moya, I have to ask you something." Cohen said in a voice that only two people could hear: "You have to promise me, with your brother's life, you must complete it!"
Moya was stunned for a long time before he said "Yeah!"
Cohen smiled, patted him on the shoulder and continued: "Tomorrow, take Jack and Marfa with you. When the time is right, I will send you a signal, and you will break out with them, taking this with you."
A few letters."
Moya opened his eyes wide and shook his head very firmly, but Cohen continued to smile and stuffed several letters into his arms.
"These letters are very important. You must hand them to Fichet in person."
"You lied to me! You lied to me! These letters must be blank." Moya was still shaking his head: "Although I am not smart, I am not stupid. I am not stupid at all!"
"Of course, I know you're not stupid." Cohen gave a thumbs up in approval and said, "Actually, these letters were used to deceive Jack and Marfa. Otherwise, how could they leave?"
"Oh! I understand." Moya said: "I know how to do it, boss, don't treat me as a fool! I will never leave..."
"Fuck!" Cohen cursed angrily. He knew that as long as Moya decided on one thing, no one would be able to change his mind.
"Boss, let me stay with you, okay?" Moya said, "I know you always have a way to make me leave, but I really want to stay with you."
Cohen looked at Moya for a long time, until Moya felt terrified, and then he nodded slightly.
"Boss!" Moya suddenly felt relaxed, and then shouted excitedly: "You must keep your promise!"
"Nonsense! I always keep my promises..."
Hearing the boss's answer, Moya felt that something was wrong, but unfortunately he was distracted by the sound of a drum in the distance.
The low drum beat slowly sounded, and the inexplicable desolation shook everyone's heart.
Cohen tilted his head slightly and listened for a long time, and found that the drum sound was more and more like a piece of music. Why hadn't he noticed it before? Maybe his mood was different tonight!
Cohen pulled Moya, and the two of them walked toward the place where the drums were beating among the refugees.
"The gentlemen are coming... The gentlemen are coming..." The refugees fearfully made way for a passage.
When he got closer, Cohen was surprised to find that the drummer was the temporary leader who he had met before. The old man's thin body stood in front of a big drum, his silver hair flying in the wind, and his withered hands were holding a pair of thick drums.
Drums and drums...
Only God knows what force supports this old monster who has not had a full meal in several days to beat the big drum again and again - this is a strenuous job.
Pulling Moya to sit down, Cohen listened quietly. He was determined to fight to the death tomorrow to create a chance for the brothers to break through. At this time, he felt no worries in his heart. He just felt that the sound of the drums was very suitable to his taste.
After a while, the drum sound stopped. The old man put the drum stick away with a very cautious movement, and then came over to salute Cohen.
"You can sit down too. You don't have to salute now." Cohen said, "Does this drum sound mean anything?"
"Sir." The old man replied respectfully: "This is one of the ten movements of Wanderer, called Dusk Return."
"Returning at dusk?" Cohen couldn't help but ask: "What are the ten movements of Wanderer? I've never heard of it."
"Sir, it's normal that you haven't heard of the Ten Movements. Because the Ten Movements are only circulated among the refugee tribes like us who have lived on the dividing line between gods and demons for generations."
"Tell me more details."
"Every war between gods and demons is fought on the dividing line. Even on weekdays, nobles of all sizes will come to plunder, not to mention bandits and bandits... But we have no strength to resist. In order to survive, we must
We can only escape, escape from one place to another, never stop...
"So we call ourselves wanderers. The ten movements of the wanderers are not only music, but also a tool for communication between our tribes. During the escape, we used the ten movements to gather the tribe, and used the ten movements to encourage the tribesmen.
Use ten movements to distinguish between friend and foe..."
"Does it really have so many uses?" Cohen asked with interest.
"Yes, sir. After thousands of years of evolution and spread, everyone on the dividing line between gods and demons is extremely familiar with the Ten Movements. They grew up listening to the Ten Movements... The Ten Movements have completely integrated into their bodies.
, in their blood and in their souls.”
"Go on." Something was already spinning in Cohen's mind.
"Ten movements, as the name suggests, are composed of ten parts." Although the old man was a little surprised by Cohen's question, he continued: "They are getting up in the morning, traveling, asking each other, getting together, hunting, being in danger, and returning.
Protect, stop crying, set up camp, and the evening return you just heard about."
"Can I hear it in full?"
"That's... okay!" Seeing Cohen's insistent eyes, the old man could only reluctantly agree. He nodded and waved to several of his disciples for some instructions, and then said to Cohen: "But this is out of respect for you.
Because you are different from other gentlemen."
"Ha!" Cohen was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the sky and laughed three times: "What's the difference?"
"At least you didn't attack us. If it had been any other master, we who blocked the retreat would have been killed on the first day." The old man said, "Besides, most of your troops are descendants of our tribe. What about you?
We know a little bit about human nature."
A young man excitedly stood beside the drum and took the drum stick from another person with a set of movements, so the drum beat slowly sounded again.
"This is the morning wake-up call for the clan members to pack their belongings and prepare to set off."
"This is travel - when the tribe is marching, the team may be very long, so drums need to be used to guide the direction and remind the tribesmen."
"This is mutual inquiry - our escapes are usually large-scale, and we will inevitably encounter other tribes. This movement can help us distinguish between friends and foes and communicate with each other."
"This is a merger of tribes - when fleeing, the more tribesmen there are, the better they can withstand danger, so tribes will merge temporarily or permanently."
"This is hunting - there is not much to eat, and the prey is even rarer, so the whole family has to go out. This music is used to guide the direction, and it also needs to be accompanied by a horn."
"This is a piece of music used to remind the tribesmen of distress and to ask for help from other tribes. Sometimes it is a natural disaster, sometimes it is a man-made disaster. There is no big difference."
"This is protection - we don't have the power to resist disasters. This is true for man-made disasters, and even more so for natural disasters! We can only form a circle with strong tribesmen, hoping to protect the weak..."
"Stop the tears - this is also divided into two parts, the upper part is about sadness and separation, and the lower part is about stopping tears." The old man finally said: "Either the clan members were robbed and taken away, or a clan member died, we use the upper part to express sadness and separation.
To commemorate them... but other tribesmen have to continue to live, how can we be qualified to be sad for a long time? So there is the lower part of the tear-stopping, we use the tear-stopping to encourage the fighting spirit of the tribe, and use the tear-stopping to heal the wounds in the heart...