In the days that followed, the human coalition offensive was in full swing, but Beasley remained in Beamon's hands.

Even though Saint-Germain and Baya sent a lot of elite troops, they still suffered heavy losses and had to retreat.

Fred looked at the bloody wall and sneered: these orcs are desperate. His coalition army lost a lot of real elite troops, but Beamon also lost a certain number of strong combat races, as well as a large number of ordinary Beamon soldiers, and even the horse tribe Beamon archers had dozens of people killed under the fierce attack of their own coalition forces. In the past, Beamon's strong troops in long-range combat were rarely damaged.

It is a pity that there is a large amount of ground near Beasley City, otherwise more than 100,000 coalition soldiers will rush back and forth to kill, and the ground will not have to step on a big hole.

Even so, the walls of Beasley had long since become a sea of flesh and blood, and the bodies of the wounded and dead soldiers were collected by the soldiers who sent teams to clean the battlefield after the battle. Over the past few days, more than 10,000 soldiers have been killed on both sides, and tens of thousands of corpses can easily cause the plague in the warm spring season.

No one wants his soldiers to die at the hands of the enemy, but to be infected with the plague, which spreads rapidly and dies extremely quickly, and is the most taboo of the army. Therefore, Beamon and the human alliance did not dry up on each other's actions of cleaning up the battlefield, otherwise a pile of corpses would have been piled up under the city wall for a long time, and neither the besieging nor defending the city would be able to escape the arrival of the plague.

However, a large amount of blood has penetrated the walls and the vast area of land beneath them. No one had the energy to clear the ground, and the soldiers on both sides looked up and down the city walls that had turned dark brown, and smelled a thick smell of blood. I felt a chill in my heart.

But for Fred and Robert, the two commanders of the war, they knew that this was just the result of a few trials.

The result of each wounding thousands of soldiers. It's not that it's hard to accept, the difference is that Fred is calculating how many days he can take Beasley, while Robert is thinking about how to drag the human coalition in Beasley for as many days as possible.

This kind of offensive and defensive war, the one who can't afford to delay is generally the attacking side, and the defensive side can rely on the advantage of local combat to drag down the invading army, and now the number of human coalition troops is as high as more than 200,000, and such a number of soldiers is a daily consumption alone, and Fred doesn't want to drag it out at all.

As for the Ten Thousand Magic Balls of the Aojin Clan's Hand. That's not directly related to fighting, unless...... The Aujin warriors fought again.

Fred still remembers very well the fact that the Baiojin warriors went into battle that day and successfully attacked the walls of Beasley in an instant.

Aojin warriors, brave and unparalleled in the world.

Fred had seen this with his own eyes, but now the leader of the Aujin clan was no longer the stupid big man of Tulle, but the Tushun who was so strange and deep that he did not look like the Augin, from the bottom of his heart. Fred didn't want to beg this Tushun to send Aujin warriors to attack the city at this time, who knows if this guy would put forward conditions that would give Fred more headaches.

And Hannibal should be almost there, too!

Although Fred considered himself to be a good brain, compared to Hannibal, who was famous for his brains in Caesar's three legions, he knew that Hannibal was better suited to be the one who negotiated with Tushun than himself.

Besides, Fred understood. He is the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, and his biggest task is still to break through the defense line of Beamon as quickly as possible and advance directly to Beamondi's capital of Paglia, which is the stage where he can really show his strength.

As for the Ten Thousand Magic Balls, since Fred informed Constantine V of this. How many 10,000 magic balls he can get doesn't really have much to do with him.

Anyway, at this stage, it is unlikely that the Aojin clan will use this thing on the allied Earth Saint Rank powerhouse. Trying to capture the Ten Thousand Orbs is not imminent.

He simply sent an elite brigade of 10,000 men from the Third Army to surround the Aujin camp. The purpose was not to deal with the Ogins, but to give some warning to the restless little principalities that they would behave with some fear. However, the little principalities that dared to make a move were not small, and they didn't come, and secretly several small principalities had already sent envoys to sneak into the Aojin camp.

Fred knew it, but he wasn't interested in paying attention to these guys who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, because as long as Hannibal got it, then these seemingly daring, but in fact thatched, incompetent waste would not be able to eat good fruit.

While Fred was watching Beasley at dawn, Robert was working on his next steps from Beasley's makeshift command post.

His mood was a little somber.

This depression came from a variable he hadn't thought of---- the Okin.

As the only race in Oslo that can rival Beamon's strong fighting race, the Aujin have always been a race that Beamon pays attention to, even if their population is no longer enough to compete for Oslo, but the small-scale Aujin warriors are still very powerful in actual combat.

But Robert was surprised that the strength of the hundreds of Aujin warriors who appeared on the walls of Beasley that day was obviously beyond his imagination, even if it was already strong.

Just one charge, less than twenty minutes of contact, brought hundreds of deaths to his Beamon legion, and more than a thousand serious wounded. This kind of combat power is really too strong, so strong that the most annoying thing for Robert in the past two days is the sudden appearance of this team of Aujin warriors.

What's even more terrifying is that this group of Aojin barbarians actually has magic props that can defeat the powerhouses of the Holy Rank, and captured two battle-hardened Beamon Martial Saints in one fell swoop. As a result, the only combat power in Robert's hands that could pose a huge threat to the Aujin warriors was also lost by more than half.

He tried to calculate for days, but he still couldn't find a safe way to deal with the group of Aujin warriors.

Moreover, he could only reluctantly admit that when this group of Aujin warriors attacked Beasley City again, the countdown to the fall of Beasley City began.

Thankfully, the Aujin warriors were clearly not the power that Fred really possessed, as the group of Aujin warriors had not been seen since that day, as if they had disappeared. Robert was sure that Fred was not a tolerant and humble person, and if he could really use the Augins, he would never hesitate.

After thinking about it, Robert didn't come up with a perfect plan, and after a busy night, he just reluctantly put down his pen, got up and walked outside the house, raised his head and took a deep breath, and some chaotic thoughts immediately cleared up a lot.

A moment later, Robert returned to his room with his head, which had been much clearer by the cold night wind.

After walking to the table and sitting down, he picked up the pen and was about to continue writing down the future battle plan, when suddenly he frowned, flipped his free left hand, and several short black thorns appeared in his hand out of thin air, and then turned into several black lights, and flew towards the corner of the room behind him. The sound of breathing, even the sound of breaking wind from the jet-black short thorns he had just thrown out disappeared, and the dark corner behind him seemed to be entrenched in an invisible demon, which made Robert's back chill for a while.

"Since Your Excellency is here, why do you want to hide? Do you dare to stay in the corner? Robert said suddenly.

Robert's voice was not loud, but he knew that it was enough for the Beamon Warrior Saint dozens of meters outside the house to hear it.

"Beamon's No. 1 player really lives up to his name, at least ...... You have good guts, but are you waiting for the martial saint outside the courtyard to come in? A low voice suddenly sounded in the room, but the content of the words made Robert's heart sink.

Since the person who came already knew that there was a famous Beamon Martial Saint dozens of meters away, but he still said it so casually, it can only prove that the person who came was fearless, but I don't know whether the person who came avoided the Beamon Martial Saint or simply solved him, Robert hoped that it was not the latter.

"However, General Robert can rest assured that the Martial Saint will wake up in an hour at most, and there will be no sequelae." The deep voice made Robert's heart beat again.

Silently subduing a Beamon Warrior Saint outside the command post full of soldiers, such strength is indeed too amazing. Robert smiled bitterly: Fortunately, Sheila has left now, otherwise she would have been disgraced and thrown home this time.

"General Robert, I have limited time, so let's make a long story short!" The person who came slowly walked out of the dark shadow in the corner, but it was a person with a black cloth covering his face and his whole body shrouded in black.

Robert's heart was relieved: the person who came did not show his true face in such a dominant situation, so there may be a glimmer of opportunity. "Perhaps, General Robert has some troubles that cannot be solved in the past few days, please allow me to guess, there should be that team of Aojin warriors who captured your two Martial Saints!" The deep voice of the visitor echoed in the room, and Robert was startled, but replied quietly, "Oh? Your Excellency is really a person with a heart. ”