There is a clear difference between a small-scale tackle attack and a large-scale siege, and the power of the bow and crossbow is finally revealed. Although the demons are demoralized, they will not sit still.

A feathered arrow pinned a Nag that was too close to the ground, then a second, then a third, and the arrow was not missing. A marksman appeared on the wall, showing amazing skill. This behavior caused a lot of shouting and shouting, and the morale of the demons was also boosted.

There is a clear difference between Nag and the Cannibal at this point, the Cannibal seems reckless, but carefully maintains a relatively safe distance.

While the loss of a few bugs is nothing for the swarm, it teaches them a lesson. There was a shake in the grass, ripples swinging into the distance. Seeing this scene, the loud cheers couldn't help but pause, the number of swarms exceeded their imagination.

When night came, rockets were fired from the camp from time to time, piercing the night sky and falling into the distance, illuminating an insignificant area. The night was uneventful, and the swarm waited patiently, waiting for the prey in front of them to become weaker.

Ruiou is a little anxious, just a striker, the follow-up Chinese army will come soon, they can't afford to wait. Knowing that the swarm is intelligent, he finds a king and tries to convince it to attack. But in exchange for a disturbing, hard-winged grinding sound.

Ryo had no choice but to give up persuasion and reluctantly retreated. He gathered the cannibals together, and slowly retreated in the direction of the Northland.

The swarm didn't have the experience to confront the demon army head-on, and their only chance was to clean up the mess Lily had created, so they couldn't understand the horror of the army holding one place.

Skirmishes, numerical superiority, cover up a lot of things. And the simple wisdom of the swarm can't sum up some experience in advance from complex calculations, they can only get everything they need from the lessons of blood.

They are dealing with the vanguard of the demons by means of fighting vassals. They have not yet understood that the two are completely different. Although the morale of the army is low, various means of maintaining order and ensuring combat effectiveness are also running at all times.

If you can't launch a thunder offensive when the opponent's morale is low, the advantage created before will gradually disappear with various countermeasures.

The swarm has lost the best opportunity to attack, and the vanguard of the demon clan has gradually stabilized the morale of the army under pressure. Now everyone knows what will happen to them, and they will either die in battle and become food, or they will become pathetic cannibals, which makes them have to fight against the water.

As if sensing the change in the demons, the instinct of the swarm to hunt made them decide to continue bleeding their prey, and the battle began in the evening.

The first wave of attacks did not reach the edge of the camp at all, and they all fell in the path of the attack in the dense rain of arrows. But the swarm didn't back down, and the hunt was like that, and once it started, it had to go on and on. And their numbers are still there, and a few insect kings are still there. At the angry chirping of the swarm, they surged up like a tidal wave.

After a few waves of arrow feathers, the demons were embarrassed to find that they had run out of feather arrows......

The two sides began to engage in hand-to-hand combat, and the wall against the humanoids did not play a good role in blocking the swarm. One by one, the insects easily climbed the wall and jumped into the crowd, disrupting the tight formation.

But that's only how far they can, and they haven't been able to expand their gains much. This is not an ambush on the grassland, it is not a sneak attack from behind, this is a dignified confrontation. In this kind of confrontation, they can't take any advantage. In the face of dense military formations, they fell into a situation of fighting more with less. Even though they have countless people behind them, they can only watch and wait. Wait for them to fall, and then fill the gap that consumes life.

What seemed like a noisy, surging offensive did not make any effective progress, and at this time an unexpected blow came.

......

When they found that the situation had changed, the demons began to adjust, and reinforcements were sent out in time.

A strange-looking army of half-men, half-beasts began to rush to the rescue. Their lower body resembles that of a lion and a tiger, and the upper half of their body is humanoid, with scale-like carapace covering their massive bodies, protecting their relatively fragile ribs and abdomen. As he ran, the sound of the nails hitting and rubbing against each other rang out.

When the two sides were inseparable, they rushed to the scene.

This is an elite team, and it can be used against opponents like Nag to ten, so the slightest contact with the swarm begins to collapse.

The counterattack began, and in the whistling of the insect swarm, the gate of the fortress was wide open, and they cooperated with the reinforcements to start a counterattack and pursuit.

In the night, after the initial euphoria, the demons fell back into difficulty. Because of the pursuit, the team gradually dispersed, and gradually lost the advantage of the group.

The swarm did not flee from the desert as expected, they just broke into pieces again, scattered, lurked, and began a desperate ambush and sneak attack in the darkness of the night.

It was as if they were caught in an endless thorn, and countless thorns in the darkness were piercing their skin and cutting their veins. At first, it was bearable, but as the injuries accumulated, the flame of life began to extinguish.