The originally dazzling sun had been covered by dark clouds at some point, and the light of the entire world seemed to be dimmer than before, as if it was unbearable to see the blood-colored earth.

The whole land was now clearly cut into two pieces, and the oppressive and heavy breath spread like a breeze everywhere.

And on that vast land, the blood-colored ocean was like a suppressed wave, constantly rising and falling, until the moment of collision, it suddenly churned, and a huge roar set off countless splashes of water.

"Boom-" "Boom-" "Boom-" "Boom-"

The roar of artillery, one after another, rang out one after another.

4 24-pounder howitzers, 24 8-pounder falcons, 30 6-pounder cavalry guns, 10 12-pounder cavalry guns, 18 2-pounder cannons, and a round of nearly 100 artillery pieces, its power can be imagined, and this is far from the full strength of the French Empire, but it is enough to deal with these elves in front of you.

Pitch-black iron balls flew out from the black iron pipes, and the gunpowder squeezed under the continuous squeezing of the small space, but it suddenly expanded, and then under the impetus of the huge force it erupted, the iron balls jumped through the sky at unimaginable high speed, like a white horse passing through a gap, and then the scythe of death fell from the sky.

The hard and blazing iron ball was like a meteorite falling from the sky, and the bodies of those elves, in front of this weapon that transcended the process of the otherworld, were as fragile as a blank piece of paper, and in just an instant, they were ruthlessly torn apart!

In front of that sharp roar, the figures had already collapsed in a pool of blood before they could react, and the last imprint on their faces was endless horror.

The cold iron balls were like heavy road rollers, and the elven army was dripping out muddy blood roads one after another.

Under the attack of this terrifying power, the elven bodies that had no time to dodge were ruthlessly penetrated and torn apart in an instant, and the flying minced flesh was mixed with scarlet blood, sprinkled like raindrops on the world.

I don't know how long the roar of artillery lasted before it gradually stopped.

However, before the elves could recover from their panic, a nightmarish scene struck again.

A sharp whistling was mixed with thick smoke of gunpowder, and then the ripples of death spread out in all directions like rippling lake water.

"Bang bang-"

The line infantry, which had been in ambush for two weeks, showed its hideous fangs at this moment.

With the line infantry calmly loading and firing again and again, the Dao Blood Flower stood proudly in this blood-colored millstone like a cold plum blooming in the winter.

The pungent smell of gunpowder smoke filled the entire battlefield, and in the face of the metal frenzy after the waves, these elves could not escape the tragic fate of being slaughtered after all, and could only be ruthlessly harvested like straw.

Under the hazy sky, black gunpowder smoke rose and rolled, like a dragon, its teeth and claws, the slightly salty and humid air was filled with the smell of blood, and the broken internal organs and flesh were all around, like torn strips of rags, but the color was the blood red soaked in life.

At this moment, the whole land seemed to turn into a cold meat grinding field, and the huge grinding wheel began to run non-stop, and in that roar and hoarse scream, the rich blood color erased everything.

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With the situation of the war almost one-sided, the spearmen in the rear pressed on at the first time.

Then, the scarlet blood and the cold black light collided in this way, and the noisy metal sound was like a tall giant wielding a leather whip, constantly knocking on the land.

The blood and the black glow continued to intersect, entangle, and merge in that collision again and again, until the other party completely devoured the other.

The shouts of killing, the roars of rage, the wails, and the clanging sound of Jin Ge's handover suddenly erupted in this already rough world.

Swords and guns collided, figures staggered, and in that relentless impact and stabbing again and again, from time to time, a figure fell miserably, and then never got up again.

"Da Da-"

The noisy percussion sound was tight and neat, and then the final bloody curtain of the war was revealed.

At this time, these elves have no intention of resisting at all, and the only thing that fills their minds is fear, endless fear!

With the sound of horses' hooves slapping on the ground, thousands of French Guards cavalry dressed in fine black cavalry uniforms began to accelerate.

As the distance between the two sides continued to shrink, the sharp saber was instantly drawn from its scabbard by the cold-eyed cavalry, and then brought out a piercing sound of metal rubbing.

The saber is stamped entirely of stainless steel, and the extremely shiny slender blade reflects the dazzling sunlight, and the sharp blade uses the huge inertia brought by the charge of the war horse to instantly split the elves in the front who have no time to escape.

"Long live France!"

A cavalryman of the French Empire raised the sharp saber in his hand and cheered, and the huge roaring sound converged like a majestic wave crashing towards him.

These guards cavalry, who rode the blood of two fine war horses, France and Arabia, all looked at the elves in front of them with solemn expressions.

They were invincible cavalry guardsmen, efficient killing machines, and whether the Naga in front of them were young children or old men, their merciless arms would not tremble in the slightest.

War has always been incomparably bloody and cruel, and mercy to the enemy is always cruel to oneself!

And in this era of the endless ocean of Drifting Island, war is the main theme of this world.

Killing and being killed, plundering and being plundered, every day happens in the Endless Sea.

In the process of charging, thousands of cavalry guards lined up in rows of riding walls, like churning waves, and struck mercilessly like this.

Dealing with these elves in front of them who have completely lost their will to fight, every time the sharp saber is swung, it will ruthlessly harvest a fresh life, where is this war, it is completely a one-sided slaughter!

In fact, at the first time when this group of devil-like figures rushed over, the vast majority of the elves chose to flee, and those elves who still wanted to resist even though they still wanted to resist stubbornly saw their partners rushing to flee one by one, and the original rising fighting spirit dissipated in an instant.

This is the most barbaric and cruel modern wall-riding rush! These brave and fearless Imperial soldiers, at the necessary moment, even in the face of the crazy pouring of artillery fire, they can fearlessly rush straight up, just with the group of Naga in front of them, who have no intention of resisting in the slightest, but are desperately trying to escape, where can they withstand their attack like a storm.

The saber in his hand kept rising, falling, and rising, falling, and repeating the cycle.

These elite Imperial Guards cavalry didn't even need to use any chopping skills at all, they only needed to repeat the movements in their hands, and with the inertia of the high-speed impact of the warhorse, they could easily cut through the body of the famous elf.

Bitter wails, desperate curses, hoarse pleas for mercy...... All kinds of rout voices are vividly displayed at this moment.

In the face of real death, everything seems so pale and powerless.

However, no matter how the elves begged for mercy, there would be no emotional fluctuations on the faces of those frantic slashing guards.

Once in battle, they will turn into ruthless demons who will not back down for the glory and future of the Empire, even if their hands are bloody.

The death-like slaughter terrified these foolish fellows, and the roar of the furious sea really made them have no courage to resist.

The only thought that came to the mind of a famous elf was to run, and the farther they ran, the better, but their speed, how could they catch up with these majestic and powerful French horses.

With a haughty neigh, the horses galloped around the arena at a rapid pace, and the increasingly thick bloody aura did not make them feel uncomfortable, but stimulated them to move forward like some kind of poison.

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"Huh-huh......"

The hot blood kept circulating in Peter's body, and the whole body seemed to be ignited by flames, exuding unprecedented heat, and his heart was like a drum constantly being beaten, making bursts of "dong dong" sound one after another.

The sweat on his forehead was falling like raindrops, and the sticky feeling made Peter extremely uncomfortable, but at this time, he didn't have the heart to care about it at all, his heart had reached its limit under the violent beating again and again, and it seemed that it would burst in the next second, but he didn't stop at all and didn't mean to run forward.

Peter knew full well that the scythe of death was hanging over his head, and that if he slackened for a moment, the blade would pass mercilessly.

Peter never imagined that it had only been a year before the nightmare that had been remembered in the deepest part of his memory struck again, and this time, it was even more desperate.

The collision with the human army in front of him, before the two sides officially clashed, under the terrifying storm formed by the convergence of artillery and muskets, it had collapsed, and after that, it was just a one-sided merciless slaughter.

Under the surging pressure, the fronts that made head-on contact could almost be said to collapse at the touch of a button.

It's just that where can these elves escape the clutches of those demons, one after another black ghost-like figures flutter back and forth in the battlefield, and then with the help of the rapid sprint of the French war horse under him, the sharp scimitar in his hand is swung out along the huge inertia.

Accompanied by terrible screams and splashes of flesh and blood, the elven figures that did not escape were like waves crashing on the reef, and instantly turned into drops of splashed water.

The shadow of death loomed over the hearts of all the elves, and under the ruthless slaughter of this group of demons, the sporadic resistance originally caused by unwillingness and anger was shattered in the blink of an eye.

Peter couldn't help but gasp for breath as he ran continuously, and then, a sense of suffocation and confusion from lack of oxygen slowly hit his brain, and then the world Peter saw and heard gradually became illusory.

"Da Da-"

The sound of the horse's hooves on the ground was a death prelude to hell, but to Peter's ears, it sounded like a holy gospel to heaven.

"Poof—"

The scimitar slashed without the slightest hindrance, and as the head that was still mired in illusion rolled to the ground, the crimson blood also shot out.

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"Damn it!"

Seeing the group of cavalry who were like no one and launched a crazy slaughter, Phil's face was also surging with crazy blood, the delicate staff in his hand was raised high, and the cyan light gathered like a substance, but then, after seeing the crazy fleeing clansman, the high priest of the elven clan was stunned for a moment, but the staff that was originally held high was gradually put down weakly, and an indescribable sigh came out of his mouth.

However, at this moment, dozens of line infantry who had approached from both sides did not hesitate to pull the trigger in their hands.

The originally pitch-black barrel burst into flames at this moment, and with the sudden rise of light, but fleeting, the beast that was locked in the prison was released again.

Dozens of bullets were like pale devils, with bursts of sharp and violent whistling, ruthlessly raging.

"Puff puff—"

With a crisp sound like popping beans, blood flowers kept splashing out of each other's bodies, and then Phil's figure was like a little candlelight swaying in the wind, barely swaying for a while, before it slowly extinguished unwillingly.

"It's over......"

The moment the sharp bullet tore through his body mercilessly, Phil knew it was all over.

Consciousness faded, and in the last moments of her life, the memories of the past were like slides, page by page from her mind.

Once full of pride, once young and frivolous, but after all, it can't withstand the passage of time, time, after all, buried too much, those who once cherished, regarded as life, inadvertently disappeared without a trace......

Remorse, unwillingness, anger...... All kinds of emotions rose sharply at the last moment of life, like a fierce beast with teeth and claws, which was extremely sublimated at this moment, but in the end, it turned into a tired sigh.

And on the earth, which has been completely dyed red, the color of blood is still surging like a tide.

The black cavalry figures moved forward relentlessly like ghosts, leaving only corpses on the ground wherever they passed.

With all the elves in sight lying in a pool of blood, the Imperial cavalry, which had been scattered to carry out a merciless slaughter, gathered again.

Blood kept dripping from the scimitars in their hands, and the smell of blood instantly filled the entire battlefield, but these Imperial cavalry did not feel the slightest discomfort from this, for them, the incomparably rich blood color was a symbol of glory.

ps: Thanks to the "Poor Lonely" pro-reward of 100 coins. Well, during this time, because of the author's own reasons, I'm really sorry.