The sound of slaughter at the foot of Baiyun Mountain shook the sky, and Bob led the team to attack again.

By this time it was already one o'clock in the morning of the 13th, and the battle had been going on for twenty hours.

His team had been reduced by nearly forty percent, and was now supported by the morale of the royal family's banners still flying on the wooden walls.

During the day, Bob saw the church behind the wooden wall during one of his assaults, and saw an elf in ornate armor enter the church, surrounded by several guards.

Although he was quickly driven down by the opposing commander, the goal of this battle had been determined.

He needs to wear down his enemies with the lives of his men before concentrating on a full blow.

On the elf side, Munch was a little anxious.

The fish-man on the opposite side is undoubtedly the elite, and more than half of his subordinates are new.

Although the individual strength of the elf soldiers is higher than that of the fish-man soldiers, it is many times, and at the same time, the experience and morale are much stronger than those on the elf side, which flattens the advantages brought by the individual strength of the elf side.

Not to mention the limited width of the wooden wall, which does not allow too many troops to be lined up at once.

At the first engagement in the early hours of the morning, the recruits in the infantry were almost crushed.

If it weren't for Munch himself to block Bob, the guy wearing a durian skin helmet rushed over with a big knife and cut off several fish-man knees at once, saving morale, and the defense line at that time would have been broken through.

For the rest of the day, Munch rotated the troops on the wooden walls, giving the team as much rest as possible while allowing the recruits to experience the battlefield firsthand.

After fending off several attacks by the Fishmen, the recruits grew at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Now Munch saw the fishmen in the night, and knew that the next battle was the last battle with the other party.

The wooden walls are now dilapidated and crumbling, with little value left as fortifications.

Just as the fish-man warriors were about to approach the wooden wall, the elves on the wooden wall directly cut off the flagpole and carried it away, and then set fire to the wooden wall, and the whole process was completed in one go.

Seeing that the target seemed to be about to go, Bob suddenly became furious, and he immediately released a huge ice spear and slammed into the door.

This time, there was no longer an elven mage's magic shield to block it, and the gate was suddenly blasted into a cloud of sawdust, revealing the sacks full of earth and stone piled up behind it.

Bob was stunned for a moment, then commanded the team behind him to synchronize their magic, and then slammed an icicle with a diameter of more than one meter into the wooden wall.

Just as the icicle was about to hit the wooden wall, a figure jumped out of the flames, and then raised a large knife that emitted a rainbow of light and slashed at the icicle.

The icicles began to freak out, and then gradually turned into a blue-white spot of light from beginning to end.

The magic attack of the whole army was actually dispersed, and the morale of the fish people was suddenly discharged.

At this moment, the banners of the Elven royal family members reappeared on the wooden wall surrounded by flames, fluttering in the firelight.

Charles, who was wearing a durian skin helmet, waved the same broadsword of the Eighteenth Army in his hand forward, "Assault of the whole army!"

The men of the assault detachment emerged from the flames and rushed towards the enemy after Charles, who was in the lead.

Churchill carried the flagpole in one hand and his broadsword in the other, and followed Charles like a flag bearer.

The flagpole was cut down so that the flag could lead the warriors to charge, and the wooden wall was lit to light up the battlefield.

Bob looked at the little man in front of the flag with a helmet full of spikes, and he knew that he had been fooled, and the royal family who appeared here was not Elizabeth, but a new member of the royal family who had never appeared before.

He immediately grabbed one of the soldiers beside him and yelled at him, "Quick! Go and inform General Sebastian that we have been fooled!"

The soldier immediately ran through the line and towards the other side of the mountain road. He didn't get far before he was thrust into a porcupine by an arrow shot in the darkness.

The sound of "booming" footsteps sounded, and a neat military formation blocked the back road of the fish-man.

At this time, the archers and magicians who were lying in ambush on the mountains on both sides attacked condescendingly at the same time, and the rain of arrows and magic washed the fish-man team.

Bob's eyes were shattered, and he raised the weapon in his hand and shouted: "The rear team breaks through the back, the front team kills me, buy time for the rear team!"

After saying that, he raised his weapon and attacked Charles, who had already rushed over, and now all he could think about was killing a few more pads.

Dark blue magic enveloped his harpoon and stabbed at Charles.

Charles raised his broadsword in both hands and slashed at the tip of the harpoon that stabbed him straight in front of him.

First, the demon-breaking divine power attached to the knife scattered the water magic on the harpoon, and then the lightning magic array in the broadsword suddenly activated, and a burst of lightning suddenly spread on the broadsword and harpoon.

Bob's hands tingle with lightning from the sudden lightning and he immediately jumps backwards, ready to dodge Charles's next blow.

However, Charles flashed to his side with Bob's unexpected speed and agility, and then swung his broadsword towards his neck.

An ice shield appeared in front of Bob, blocking Charles' slash.

Bob's hands had regained sensation, and he immediately swept his harpoon towards Charles.

Just as the harpoon was about to sweep Charles, he dodged it with an iron bridge, and the ice element attached to the harpoon almost froze his face.

Then he straightened up and stabbed Bob at the junction of the armor around his waist.

The fish-man's body was so strong that it could withstand the pressure of the deep sea, and Charles, who couldn't use his strength, could only stab his skin and a little muscle.

But that was enough, and the magic array on the broadsword activated again.

Bob didn't expect to die at the hands of an enemy who was half his height, and he could only watch his enemy leap up and swing his knife at his neck.

After cutting off Bob's head, Charles continued to attack with the other commandos.

He and Churchill were on the left and right, and the two big knives cut a bloody path out of the fish-men.

The commandos behind them widened the gap between the two men, and then the infantry following them followed along the gap to separate the still resisting fishmen from the left and right.

Archers and mages on both sides of the mountain come to the aid of fire at the same time, and when the attack stops, the arrows and magic gather fire to the recalcitrant fishmen.

Charles and the others quickly broke through the front line trying to cover the breakout force, and then rushed to the back of the fish-men who were attacking the blocking force.

By this time, Munch had already commanded all his troops into the battlefield, an infantry squadron reinforced by archers and magicians was blocking the road, other archers and magicians were providing fire support on the hills on both sides, and another infantry squadron was interspersed with the assault detachment, and he led the remaining forces to form a formation and press forward steadily.

At this time, the balance of victory has tilted in favor of the elves, and now unless there are fishmen of Elizabeth or Artoria's level to save the scene, the fishmen can only be strangled by the elves little by little.