One thousand three hundred seventy-five chapters despair-1
Amidst the reverberation of the heavy artillery, all the Aotian warriors in the first row were reduced to ashes. Their huge shields had been burned red by the artillery fire. No matter how powerful their bodies were, they could not withstand the continuous baptism of the divine cannons. The smoke and dust were billowing, covering the sky.
The sun was blocked, and the sound of killing could be heard in the distance. The tribesmen behind them began to attack even more crazily.
"Block!"
Huaqiang and a jug of wine carried a spear, turned on the god form and flew in the air, loudly ordering the Autumn Harvest Army outside the city to organize defense. All the heavy shield soldiers in the front row set up their shields, and the spearmen in the rear held up long spears of at least three meters long.
The spear protrudes forward and touches the ground. This is the only way they can think of to stop it.
"Aotian sets out to bring peace to the world!"
A giant warrior covered in blood rushed over madly, his legs were quickly shot with arrows, he knelt down with a "plop" and crawled forward, waving the broad sword in his hand to sweep away a group of heavy shield soldiers.
He came, but his abdomen was quickly stabbed by more than a dozen spears at the same time. A long-sword soldier of the Autumn Harvest Army flew a knife. The abdomen of the proud warrior was completely cut open, and his intestines and blood flowed out. The picture was incomparable.
cruel.
But more defense zones have been slowly broken through, and the giant warriors of the Aotian tribe brandished their weapons and rushed into the crowd of the Autumn Harvest Army, withstanding the firepower of many long-range players in the city, they just charged back and forth until
They fell to the ground and died in battle after running out of energy and blood. It seemed that these Aotian soldiers had no fear of death at all.
"crazy!"
Yan Zhao Wushuang frowned, held the sword tightly, and suddenly transformed into his divine form and flew out. Almost coincidentally, Wan'er, Dongcheng, Li Mu and others also transformed into their divine form and rushed over. Behind the giant warrior of the Aotian Clan,
We all know that their eyes are their only weakness. Shooting their eyes out is enough to make them kill each other.
On the city wall, Lingluo held a long bow and shot a giant warrior's left eye with a "whoosh" sound. He quickly shot another arrow and successfully shot again, blinding his right eye as well, while shooting at a group of dark moon spirits behind him.
The archer said: "Shoot their eyes, don't attack the rest of them!"
The Dark Moon Spirit girls are all naturally gifted archers with extraordinary archery skills. Suddenly, arrows were flying across the city, blinding the Aotian warriors who arrived in the city area one by one. Coupled with the roar of heavy artillery, I actually saw it faintly.
There is hope of holding on.
"puff!"
The light of the Butterfly Sword directly penetrated the neck of a blind Aotian warrior. He raised his swords and quickly struck down a few more swords. The head of this Aotian warrior fell obliquely. I actually finished it.
Behead.
Not far away, Lin Wan'er and Dong Chengyue cooperated and killed an Aotian warrior. A little further away, Matcha activated her god form and flew in an S-curve in the air to swim among the five Aotian warriors.
Continuously launching attacks to contain the opponent, but being able to perfectly miss the opponent's attacks is so skillful. Xiaoyao's technical and tactical operations are indeed unparalleled in the world. Even top players such as Wenjian, Fang Geque and I have this point.
Have to admit it.
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise in the distance, and I turned around quickly: "What's wrong?"
Yan Zhao Wushuang said loudly: "It's not good, a giant opened a big hole near the east city gate. Xiaoyao, please take people there quickly. There are at least 30,000 troops of the Aotian tribe over there. They can't hold it anymore!"
"Um!"
I flew away quickly and shouted loudly: "God-level dragon-slaying player, follow me!"
Behind us, Lin Wan'er, Dong Chengyue, Matcha, Li Mu, Wang Jian, Death Elegy, One Second Hero and others flew over one after another. A large group of people followed the edge of the city wall and rushed eastward. When we arrived, we saw a few
The warriors of the Aotian Tribe were wielding their battle axes to chop down the city wall. Every time the ax struck, huge rocks flew out, and large holes quickly appeared on the city wall.
"Fight in!"
An Aotian warrior holding a long sword sank down and smashed through the city wall!
"Peng!"
He rolled and crawled inside the city, roaring and waving his long sword and chopping a group of unprepared Sky Army soldiers into pieces. I flew over in a hurry and said loudly: "Wan'er, Dongcheng, you lead people to guard the outside of the city, inside.
Leave this to me!"
"good!"
Everyone flew outside the city to intercept and kill the giants who were trying to attack in succession, while I rushed into the city with my sword in hand, volleyed in the air and slashed violently with the wind. The sword light penetrated directly into the giant's neck, bringing out a swarm of
The blood in the blink of an eye knocked out his energy and blood. Once again, he was beheaded by riding a thousand horses. The blood spattered and flowed like a stream. A group of soldiers from the Sky Army looked at it in amazement. Soon,
He knelt down and said, "His Royal Highness King Xiaoyao!"
"Continue fighting."
I simply said something, turned and rushed outside the city, only to see that the nearly 30,000 Autumn Harvest troops outside the city were about to be wiped out. In addition, in order to prevent the giants from approaching the city wall, many players jumped out of the city to fight and were killed.
, there are so many corpses, this ghost town may really become a ghost town.
"Bang!"
There was another loud noise, and a gate on the east city wall was blasted open again. It was a giant warrior holding a heavy war hammer. He was a soldier of the Aotian tribe. His individual combat effectiveness was more than ten times that of ours!
There was a feeling of powerlessness in his heart, but he still carried the long sword and fought over to fill the gap for the defenders of the Royal Forest Army. On the city wall, Song Han quickly led a large group of Melting God cavalry to kill them, and jumped off the city wall one by one.
Act as MT outside the city to hold back the Aotian army and prevent them from continuing to attack the city wall. The walls of this ghost city are already riddled with holes. If there is another attack, they will all collapse.
Without the advantage of the city wall, if we fought on the ground, we would probably have been wiped out by the entire army.
The advantage of the Aotian tribe in ground combat is too great. The era when the so-called cavalry in China was the best in the world has actually passed. Now the strongest ground combat arms are undoubtedly the Aotian tribe. Let’s not talk about their powerful cavalry.
Being an infantryman is enough to be proud of the mainland.
Amidst the banging of war drums, the Aotian clan cavalry appeared again in the distance. As a last resort, they could only continue to order the heavy artillery to launch a long-range locked attack and not let them get close to the city wall.
At this time, the city gate suddenly opened, and a group of mounted combat players poured out.
"What's going on?" I asked loudly.
Ye Lai flew in the air with his battle ax and explained: "They are from a famous family. They don't want to be trapped and die in the city like this. They would rather choose to fight to the death outside the city..."
"Damn, this is going to death!" I yelled, but there was nothing I could do. Everyone has their own ambitions, so I could only watch them go to death.
Lei Li Fengxing was indeed a man. After leading about 30,000 cavalry combat players from well-known families, he rushed out, bypassed the infantry of the Aotian Clan, and went straight to their cavalry. He saw the fighter plane, and the number of cavalry of the Aotian Clan was not that much.
Many, Dongfang has no more than 100 cavalry at most. Although they are some cavalry riding war beasts, their combat effectiveness should be average, right?
The next moment, the truth slapped us hard in the face. 200 cavalry combat players from aristocratic families surrounded a proud war beast cavalry and attacked fiercely, but they were killed by the opponent's war beast with constant roars and impacts. In the blink of an eye,
All 200 players were killed in the meantime, but this proud war beast cavalry still had 40% of its health!
Cold despair permeated my body, and my voice trembled a little: "What the hell is this?"
Wan'er shook her head and said: "There is definitely no chance in close combat. We must use the dragon crystal cannon to kill them from a distance. I just saw that the heavy artillery's armor-breaking attack has extra damage bonus against the beast cavalry. One shot will cause at least 400W.
Attack damage, about 15 hits can kill one, which is much more efficient than the player dying in battle."
"Um."
I nodded heavily and said: "Concentrate the heavy artillery fire and only aim at the war beast cavalry to attack. Don't waste the shells!"
Jingyin clasped his fists: "Yes, Your Highness!"
…
Soon, several more gaps were damaged in the southern city wall, and the situation became precarious.
Fortunately, the loss of the Aotian clan was not small. At least more than 50,000 Aotian clan warriors fell under the city, and the piles of corpses were already starting to emit a rotting smell.
The siege of the city lasted for nearly five hours before it ended. The conch horn sounded in the distance, and the Aotian tribe's troops dispersed like a tide. They gave up their attack on the city.
But our losses were too great. The four walls were covered with the corpses of players and NPC troops. The battle damage had reached an unbearable level.
…
Yan Zhao Wushuang held the long sword covered with blood and sat blankly on the bluestone in the city. He only took a few puffs of dry cigarette to relieve his worries.
"How many of us are left?" he asked silently.
I stood aside and said: "There are less than 150,000 players left and about 300,000 NPC troops left. The total number has been reduced to less than half."
"Oh..." He murmured in response, his eyes a little dazed, and said: "I didn't expect that after I took over your position as the chief executive, the first battle would be so embarrassing. It was a disastrous defeat...
…”
I laughed: "Facing an unknown opponent, if you lose, just lose. It doesn't matter. Just don't let everyone die here."
"Um……"
There are wounded soldiers everywhere in the city. We still have 300,000 NPC soldiers left, but there are many wounded soldiers among them. We must let them recover their combat effectiveness as soon as possible, otherwise we may not be able to withstand the next wave of attacks from the Aotian clan.
Already.
Han Yuan, Xiao Li, Jing Yin, Long Yan, Xia Ye and other generals of the Royal Forest Army stood on my left and right, waiting for my orders.
"Your Highness, we have sent people to remove the boulders of the Great Cathedral to repair the damaged city walls, but it will take time, at least two days to completely repair it." Jingyin was a little worried: "I am just a little worried, the Aotian Clan
We may not be given this time."
I nodded: "It's okay, just try your best to repair it."
"yes!"
I asked again: "How is the shell reserve of the heavy artillery?"
Han Yuan said: "There are still more than half left, so your Highness does not need to worry."
"Ah That's good……"
I thought about it and said: "Send half of the remaining War Eagle Cavalry out to find an exit on the northern border. We must rush out and get out of here as soon as possible instead of being trapped and dying here."
Xia Ye clasped his fists: "Yes, Your Highness, I will take care of it right away!"
