Here they are.

Wrapped in corrupted magic and smoke, and filled with hatred for the living and magic, it brought the destruction and madness of the Gondor wasteland, stepping into the pits and minefields of Cecil's Territory.

Their attack is truly earth-shattering.

The moment the sirens sounded, the atmosphere on the city walls instantly became tense, and the recruits, armed with thermal ray guns and force field shields, stepped on the city to form a defensive line under the leadership of commanders and veterans, and in their sight, the monsters were roaring wildly, as if they had no pain in stomping on the mine-strewn plain, the scene was tragic, shocking, but terrifying.

Cecil led the combat corps with a large proportion of recruits for any commander, more than 800 of the more than 1,000 people in the corps were recruited after the first defensive battle, although they had the most sophisticated equipment and complete training, but no matter how well the recruits were trained, they were still recruits, and without experiencing the pressure of the battlefield, there would always be an insurmountable obstacle between them and the veterans - in order to mitigate the negative impact of this aspect, Gawain had increased the proportion of recruits in training as much as possible, Let them go to the depths of the dense forest to protect the exploration team and fight against the monsters, let them go into the mountains to train, and even send them to the northern wasteland and the vicinity of Kant Territory to exterminate the bandits and those outlaw mercenaries who gathered while the chaos of Kant Territory, relying on this way, he barely ensured that everyone in Cecil's combat corps had shot and seen blood, which was considered to have made the recruits in the corps grow up, but they still had to pass today's test in order to truly pass the recruit period.

After today, even if they are still not experienced veterans, they can at least be regarded as completely taking off the hat of recruits.

The blood-colored smoke pouring out of the gaps in the mountains was growing more and more, gradually forming an imposing blood-colored cloud, and the aberrants pouring out of the clouds were rushing towards the southern walls of Cecil's territory one after another—the breath of the living and the ubiquitous magical reaction of the city were the lights of the night for these monsters, and as soon as they rushed out of the mountains, they rushed towards them with a clear purpose, even if there was a minefield that was constantly exploding in front of them, they did not hesitate.

Landmines are a good thing, Gawain has always believed in this, especially when dealing with brainless monsters, no matter how many mines are planted on the battlefield, these tendonous monsters will not hesitate to rush forward, and then step on the entire minefield in a straight line - but it turns out that good mines do not completely solve the threat of distortion, because the physical fitness of those monsters is too strong, and the "physiology" is too weird.

A crystalline mine can completely blow up the lower body of the monster, but they will not die at all in the face of this injury and will not retreat in fear, but will continue to crawl forward with the remaining upper body, until the second or even third mine is triggered, so although the efficiency of these monsters stepping on the mine is fast, at the same time, the efficiency of their body "demining" is really amazing.

In the continuous thunder explosions, the blood-colored cloud front is rapidly approaching the city wall, the soldiers on the watchtower can already see through the telescope the terrifying scene of the frontmost monster spiraling up in the air and scattering and landing, after a special wooden stake tied to a flag in the center of the mine array is also shrouded in the foul aura of the demon tide, the second alarm sounded, and the angry voice of the Byron knight resounded throughout the city wall: "The enemy enters the position, the trebuchet prepares - drop bombs!" ”

With a burst of "boom" sound of the winch being released, the special small trebuchet was put into operation, and the crystalline bombs the size of a skull cut a long arc in the air, falling into the distant battlefield shrouded in ominous black and red smoke, and the next second, continuous and even more astonishing explosions exploded on the battlefield, and the grand flashes and thunderous flames seemed to tear apart the cloud of smoke and dust, rolling up a storm of shrapnel and heat in the monster group.

"Retract the winch and keep dropping the bomb!"

"Keep dropping bombs - Balto, retract the winch and keep dropping bombs!!"

Balto was awakened from his stupor by the roar of his comrades, and the knight of Typhon's empire felt his heart pounding, blood pounding in his chest, and he looked at the plain in the distance, which was being covered in explosions and flames, with only one thought in his mind: this was the battlefield they were facing?

Balto subconsciously performed the action, it was not difficult to operate the trebuchet, and it was not a problem for the knight with amazing strength to roll the winch, but in the process of subconsciously tightening the winch and relocating the crystal bomb, he felt that his brain was already a little out of control, and a numbness was slowly coming to his mind.

It wasn't the battlefield he imagined! It's not the same battlefield he's been through!

He is the elite of Typhon, a knight who has experienced a hundred battles, he is not a rookie, nor is he a country militia who has not seen the world, on the border between Ansu and Typhon, he and the soldiers he led have experienced all kinds of crises, although the two countries have not officially started the war, but the private friction between the two sides has escalated to the stage of cutting the edge, in those small battlefields that are not recognized by both sides, he has faced the sword and the enemy, but there is no battlefield, like what he has seen-

Hundreds of meters apart, the battle began, blood and fire, thunder and explosions enveloped the entire battlefield, those unknown monsters charged fearlessly in the explosions, and the soldiers defending the city kept pouring more thunder and explosions on the enemy.

It's not even time for the sword to be unsheathed.

Of course, there are battle mages in this world, and mages will also create things like thunder, flames, and arcane missiles to attack enemies from a distance when fighting, but how many battle mages can there be on a battlefield? How many times can a battlemage cast such a powerful spell?

Here, fireblast-level spells can cover the entire battlefield!

Balto had imagined himself being pushed up the walls by the Ansu to participate in the defense of the city: behind him stood the Overseers, and he and his comrades were in front of them with swords in front of them, and only by wielding their swords desperately could they avoid being cut off by the Overseers and find a chance to survive on the battlefield, he did not expect that he would be able to operate the trebuchets here - and he did not expect that the "stones" thrown by these trebuchets would be such terrible things!

Barto suddenly remembered the experience of accidentally slipping his hand and dropping several "iron balls" on the wall tiles when he was carrying those crystalline bombs in the afternoon, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Unbeknownst to him, those iron balls actually had quite reliable safety devices, and they were controlled by rune triggers, springs, and locking mechanisms, rather than simply "exploding at the touch of a button", and only by pulling out the copper latch on the iron balls before loading the bomb blue would they have the ability to explode, and only by withstanding the powerful impact thrown from the trebuchet to the ground, the triggers inside would be released and cause an explosion......

The second round of crystallized bombs was thrown by trebuchets, triggering a new round of explosions in the monster horde, and at this time those monsters had already crossed half of the battlefield with powerful inhuman bodies, and sometimes strong physical fitness is so unreasonable: they do not have any command and tactics, but they can advance all the way with "recklessness", and human beings can rely on such enemies in addition to numbers, only wisdom and strength.

Thorderling pulled out the longbow, and the tip of the longbow rolled up a pale green magic cyclone, and the three feathered arrows on the bowstring were immediately blessed by the magic power, filling with a crystal-like luster, and then as soon as the bowstring was released, the three arrows pierced the air with a sharp whistling, and a moment later, the three monsters on the battlefield were directly exploded into debris.

A high-level ranger's arrow is no less powerful than a crystalline bomb.

Thorderling didn't pay any attention to the results of his bow at all, but continued to draw arrows, open his bow, and shoot in silence.

These monsters are the same as they were seven hundred years ago, but the old friends seem to have come up with a lot of new things that are different from those back then - those exploding "stone-throwing" and traps are quite powerful, and mid-level or even high-level professionals may not survive if they are attacked by this kind of thing, and after this battle, he should probably ask his old friend how these rather powerful weapons work - but only if he can hold his position and let this territory withstand this wave of monsters.

The "blood-colored fronts" of the monsters diminished as they advanced, but they still approached the walls, and after the second mark was covered by the enemy, a new order reached the soldiers:

"Grenadier ready—"

The soldiers on the city wall immediately stepped forward under the order, and baskets of crystalline grenades were already prepared behind the wall battlements, at this moment the initial tension and fear had gradually become numb, and obedience to orders became the deepest instinct of these soldiers, they took out the grenades, opened the safe, and waited for the commander to give an order.

"Bomb dropping!"

With the help of the walls of more than ten meters high, the throwing distance of these grenades was greatly enhanced, and the dense explosion covered the heads of the monsters who had managed to wade through the minefields and trebuchets bombing areas in a few moments.

Gawain stood on the high city walls, watching as the tide of monster attacks gradually thinned out and weakened in round after round of fire strikes, this wave of aberrations was cut down to only two percent before they could get close enough to release corrosive energy arrows, and there was no doubt that they would fall at the foot of the newly built walls of the territory.

However, he didn't dare to let his guard down at all, because the "large individuals" mentioned in the report had not yet entered the battlefield, and the number of monsters attacking at the moment was only half of the reported number.

His gaze was fixed on the center of the battlefield, and at the edge of the trebuchet's range, several particularly striking dark red clouds were stirring, and within those clouds were several staggering figures of astonishing size, and behind those clouds, the remaining distortions were pouring out of the mountain path, gathering into a new wave of offensives.

As the first wave of aberrations was wiped out by grenadiers and dense scorching rays, the massive figures finally moved.

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