Tyrae had considered using white captives as a transport capacity. I just quickly dispelled this idea. There are too many uncertainties in that way. The fortress of Shenwei was crucial to this campaign, and he did not dare to take the risk, and on the eve of the outbreak of the battle, all the prisoners must be sent to Leizhou and handed over to Zhengjiang's fleet to be managed.

It's dawning again.

Outside the city, the black-pressed whites attacked.

Snap Tooth was awakened from his dream by the shrill whistle of the vigilantes, grabbed the rifle that lay beside him, and trotted up the wall with the other soldiers with the most vicious curses against the dead white man.

The pig people have battle blood flowing in their bones, not to mention that according to the previous division, the dragon defenders in the city are divided into three squads to alternately guard. Despite being a legion commander, Tyrago himself had no idea of superiority as a nobleman or commander. Now all the dragons in the Kamui Fortress are warriors, and no one is an exception.

After several days of fierce fighting, the dragon defenders lost more than 4,000 people.

Calis was the first high-ranking nobleman to discover the research results of Father Perias, and invested heavily in Migaal's Potion 44 to begin large-scale research and use. Coupled with the close cooperation with the Holy See, Calis has always had a favorable treatment in many respects over other nobles, even kings.

He is in possession of a mass-produced modified version of Migaal Potion Forty-Four.

In short, it is a low-grade version of the same drug. Of course, there is no difference in the effect, and after taking it, you will not feel the pain caused by physical injury, and at most reduce the fear of death. However, the effective time of this agent has been cut in half, and the sequelae are more severe, and mental and muscle atrophy requires at least ten hours of rest to be relieved.

The biggest advantage of the low-grade version of the agent is that it is easy to blend and the material cost is cheap.

Had it not been for the crisis predicament, Calis would not have been willing to use the potion at all. The army is the foundation of the entire family, especially the veterans and officers who have followed him for many years, and in Calis's opinion, they are the most valuable assets worth more than gold and silver.

In the face of death threats, everything can be abandoned.

The reason why 100,000 people died in just a few days was because of this modified version of Migaal Elixir No. 44. Calis had enough ingredients at his disposal to make millions of reduced potions in a short period of time. If it weren't for the last resort, he wouldn't let his men die in vain.

For now, it seems that they did not die in vain. The giants in the city also suffered heavy casualties, but the exact number has not been determined.

Calis was determined to get out of the way and concentrate on a massive attack.

Twenty thousand drug-drugged Rhine soldiers trotted through the canyon. Trampling on the corpses of their companions, it had no effect on them. Migaal Elixir No. 44 acts directly on the brain, and in the face of madness and persistence, the threat of death seen by the naked eye cannot be transformed into deep mental consciousness.

Stormtooth grabbed a grenade from the ammo box next to him, triggered it and threw it out with a furious shout, "Grenade! ”

Orders during combat do not need to be too cumbersome, it is best to be straightforward and simple.

Hundreds of dragon soldiers made the same bomb-throwing action as him, and almost at the same time, countless black grenades appeared in the sky, accurately falling into the crowd that had already rushed to the bottom of the city wall, unleashing powerful and violent explosions.

Shrapnel shot everywhere, the flames overlapped with the air waves, and the grenades, weighing several kilograms, were so powerful that they exploded the people near the landing site. Strangely, they didn't scream, they just shook a little, and then readjusted their pace and rushed up the slope at the base of the city wall made of sandbags and corpses.

The whites, who were more seriously injured, did not give up, and although they were wounded, they silently grabbed any ground attachment with both hands and continued to crawl. Behind them, long trails of blood dragged out, and even intestines that flowed from their abdomen.

This is the reason why Calis did not equip the special operations forces with Migal Potion 44 before. He invested a lot of materials and money in those elites, and it was impossible for him to consume them casually like ordinary soldiers. But Calis never imagined that the northern giants would set a trap in the city and kill all the infiltrators, leaving no one behind.

"They're coming up, shoot!" Stormtooth roared again, raising his gun to a white man diagonally below, pulling the trigger hard.

He was very confident in his marksmanship, and the facts proved that this shot did not miss the target, and it hit the opponent's left shoulder impartially. The large-caliber bullet inflicted fatal injuries on the target, and his entire upper left body was blown to shreds. The disconnected arm fell to the ground, revealing several broken ribs on the chest, and even the pink alveoli exposed to the air could be seen.

Despite this, he only twisted his neck after being knocked to the ground by a single shot, and after a few seconds he got back to his feet, swaying and continuing to climb up the slope.

"Yards, these damn monsters!" Foul Tooth cursed dryly, pulled the chamber open with skillful movements, reloaded the ammunition, and continued to aim at the next target.

In the past few days, he has seen a lot of similar situations, and he has long been surprised———— these mortally wounded whites are not unable to die, but they are not yet dead. As a legionnaire with advanced military training, Stormtooth knew that white people had a terrible potion that could last for a long time without feeling pain.

In the field of vision, a white officer caught up from behind, he pressed the back of the soldier's head with the blow on his left shoulder, and waved his hand at the neck, directly cutting off the head of this fierce guy from behind.

“…… Damn madman......" Stormtooth watched silently, moving his gun to aim at the white officer, only to find that the other party had done all this and was lying on top of the corpse, slowly moving backwards with the help of the undulating terrain, unable to fit it into the scope from beginning to end.

The whites killed a lot of soldiers here. The slope to the top of the city wall has become taller and longer. It is still about ten meters from the highest point of the city wall, and the slope itself is about twenty-five degrees. If it continues at this rate, it will only take two days at most, and with the sandbags that the white soldiers have continuously brought from behind, plus a large number of corpses of the war dead, it will soon reach the head of the city.

Tyrant knew what the white officer was up to, of course. It was to fill the hole, because the soldier who had been wounded by himself was in a near-death state, and even if he continued to move forward, he would not be able to do anything. Instead of wasting it, it is better to kill him when he gets to the right place. After all, there are many potholes in the ramp, which need to be filled with sandbags and the dead, and only then can the way be paved for the successor.

In the distance, red flags were displayed at the top of the towers, and the artillery set up in the city began to wield. Fifty rapid fires set up a large field of flames and gunsmoke in the dense ranks of attackers outside the city, countless people died in the explosion, and the seriously or lightly injured kept coming out of the flames, and they would not even stop to slap the open flames that were burning on their bodies, like a group of zombies whose brains were controlled, numbly rushing forward.

"Keep shooting, stop the army behind them." Violent Tooth scolded as he ordered, and the gun in his hand had never been heard. There are targets everywhere outside the city, and there is almost no need to aim. The barrel of the gun became hot due to the continuous firing, and in a fit of rage, he could only turn around and hand the rifle to the adjutant and take a new gun from the other man.

This kind of high-intensity combat is not even able to withstand weapons, let alone humans.

The white man set up a long ladder and began to climb up. They set up the ladder so cleverly that the head of the ladder did not go beyond the top of the wall, and the dragon soldiers stationed in the fortress could only lean out and shoot downward. The white musketeers clustered at the base of the city walls seized the opportunity to fire a volley of guns directly above...... At the beginning of the battle, this style of play caused heavy casualties to the defenders. This changed with the throwing of grenades.

Having the advantage of terrain and weapons, the results of the battle speak for themselves. A morning passed, and all the 20,000 Rhine infantry who attacked were killed. Their carcasses were mixed with sandbags transported by sappers during the battle, adding three meters to the top of the slope.

Stormtooth sat down with his back against the parapet as he untied the kettle hanging from his waist and unscrewed the lid to bring it to his mouth. His arm was trembling, and he couldn't even maintain this basic movement, so he had to fix the kettle with his other hand, and finally drank the water.

His dry throat was soaked and he felt some strength regained.

"Damn white devils...... Bastard! Devil! Evil witchcraft! He freed himself in a curse. Concepts such as potions are difficult to understand, "witchcraft" is different, and Stormtooth is used to confusing the two, which seems to him to make no difference.

"Let the people below come up and rotate, hurry up and eat and rest, those crazy people will come soon." With the help of the adjutant, the exhausted Violent Tooth shook to his feet from the ground. He did not forget to issue orders and secure the line of defense.

A new batch of replacements appeared at the head of the city, who had rested all morning and were now full of energy.

Strength is not the focus of Tyrant's concern. He and his adjutant walked all the way to the inner city, looked at the long human dragons gathered in the logistics service area not far away, waiting for the distribution of lunch, and asked in a low voice, "How much ammunition is left in the warehouse?" ”

"At the current intensity of fighting, it can last for another week." The adjutant replied very subtly and accurately enough. He is the person who Tianhao personally selected to be equipped with Tyrant's side. The reason is simple: Bruiser is not so sensitive to numbers, and it is difficult for him to understand combinatorial math problems such as "one hundred minus fifty equals fifty, and then fifty equals one hundred", only more intuitive concepts.

The adjutant immediately said, "I have sent people to the direction of Leizhou to urge to increase the speed and quantity of supply transportation. But I don't expect the replenishment situation to change anytime soon. We're pushing our limits in terms of manpower and capacity. ”

Stormtooth nodded slowly, lost in thought.

The time is basically mild with the requirements of His Royal Highness the Regent. In fact, the battle has been carried out so far, and the key to the decisive victory lies in when the main force in the north will move south. As long as you hold the fortress firmly, everything will not be a problem.

"Rations are given to the highest standards so that the lads can eat better." Stormtooth made a decision.

……

Calis made the same decision———— starting today, the highest standard of wartime rations will be distributed.

An hour earlier, a messenger from the north had disrupted the Duke's plan of attack. He brought with him a handwritten letter from Bishop Somson, which was simple, but terrifying.

The northern giants launched an all-out attack.

The Marquis of Savitin led the Kingdom of the Lord to surrender to the giants, and their two armies merged to capture the Lock Dragon Pass, besieging up to a million coalition forces of the kingdom who had not had time to retreat.

Looking at the letter paper in his hand, Duke Calis's eyes widened and almost bulged out of his socket.

There was worse news than this: because of the suddenness of the incident, Bishop Somsen had no time to organize his defenses, and he fled in panic and was forced to abandon the large amount of supplies stored in the warehouse of Suolongguan. Later, according to the inventory of the people below along the way, the remnants of the armies of various countries and the regular combat units of the Holy See Army, together with their auxiliaries, had fled south in total as more than 1 million, but they only hastily brought out food and straw that could only last for four days, as well as less than half of the base ammunition.

In the letter, Bishop Somson urges Calis to clear the road as soon as possible and take the fortress at all costs.

The Duke felt that it was getting dark.

This is the worst and most desperate news since the start of the war.

Millions of people have only enough food for four days, and even ammunition that is not enough to sustain a normal intensity...... Are the guys stationed at the Lock Dragon Pass idiots? Why didn't they notice even the slightest sign? Even if there is a change in the traitors of the kingdom of God, there must be some signs. Taking a step back, even if the incident happened suddenly, as long as the morale of the army was stabilized as soon as possible, with the huge number of kingdom alliance troops, it was completely possible to organize defense, at least some warehouses and supplies could be kept.

They didn't do anything, they fled in panic like a pack of lost dogs.

What is the use of Lao Tzu asking for people?

Could it be that millions of defeated soldiers can use their numerical superiority to overwhelm the Shenwei fortress in front of them? Can you bite a fierce and strong giant like an ant?

Calis's face was bruised, and in his rage, he tore the letter paper in his hand to shreds, and smashed it to the ground with unspeakable resentment.

He took a deep breath, raised his slightly stiff arm, summoned the adjutant who was standing not far away, and gave the order in as smooth a tone as possible: "Let the second attack group prepare, and launch an attack in half an hour." ”

The adjutant nodded: "Okay." ”

"And." The Duke stopped the adjutant who was about to turn around and leave: "Organize the third, fourth, and fifth attack groups immediately." Whatever the cost, this ramp must be paved to the highest point of the wall before sunset today. ”

The duke's tone was cold and resolute, and the adjutant shuddered when he heard it. Without asking why, he saluted and turned to leave.

Many people are destined to die today.

But the adjutant couldn't figure out what the specific reason was.