However, the enemy's offensive did not stop, but intensified.

Then a dozen or so stone pillars whistled down from the sky, sending smoke and red mist flying in unison, almost obscuring the moonlight, and the rubble crackled on the ground, making it difficult to even look up—even the legendary doomsday disaster was nothing more than in front of this scene. One of them landed right on the iron box stack, and without warning, the huge impact sent Danny straight out, and by the time he reacted, he was already lying on his back on the ground.

"Uh...... Damn," he coughed twice, feeling a raw pain in his chest and a salty rust in his mouth, "Malt, you...... Are you alright?"

"It doesn't matter to me," Malt's eager voice rang in his ears, "but you're hurt!"

"I guess it's a broken rib?" Danny gasped through the stinging pain, "It doesn't matter, as long as it doesn't get in the way of me pulling the trigger, I can continue to fight-"

He fumbled his arms back and forth, and was not relieved until the familiar touch reached the palm of his hand—fortunately, his gun hadn't been lost.

"No, you need to get out of here, the sooner the better!" said Malt's voice, which was almost pleading.

Danny struggled to prop himself up, leaning against the twisted and twisted crate behind his back.

Just such a small action consumed almost all his strength.

In front of him, a black stone pillar that stood like a high wall was spewing out bursts of red mist, as if it was about to open.

Danny slowly lifted the gun, his chest no longer working, so he rested it on his shoulder, using his knee as the butt of his gun - less than ten meters away, he didn't think he would miss it.

"Enough, stop being reckless! Why don't you go?"

For a moment, he felt like a scream of malt and like he was asking himself.

Because I don't want to stay away from the smell of gunpowder, and I don't want you to disappear......

The slate fell with a bang, and the gunshots rang out at the same time at this moment—

The old friend in his hands lived up to his expectations.

Even before the enemy could tear open the wrapped capsule, the bullet had already pierced through where the target's head was located.

Only this time, the devil did not collapse.

It walked out of the column impassively, tossing off the shattered sac that had stuck to it, revealing its full view in front of Danny.

It was a much larger demon than the madman, covered in strange armor, and when the other man stood up straight, its elongated shadow enveloped him as if it were obscuring the sun. In the darkness, only the eyes of the enemy shimmered red.

Danny pushed the second bullet into the chamber and pulled the trigger again.

Only a soft sound was heard, and a little fire burst out from the devil's chest, and at the same time, pale blue ripples appeared, like a swinging water.

The devil stared at him coldly, and walked towards him step by step.

The failure to show weapons and the failure to quicken the pace is undoubtedly a contempt that overflows beyond words.

Danny mechanically repeats the action of his hand - pulling the bolt and firing while the other man lets the bullet hit him unmoved.

"No......" Malt sobbed in despair.

Just as he fired his fourth shot, a dazzling fire suddenly bloomed in the devil's chest!

"Bang!"

With a deafening loud bang, the other party was knocked straight out, tumbling and crashing into the iron box.

Looking at the muzzle of the gun with a wisp of green smoke, Danny couldn't help but be stunned.

Then a man stood in front of him.

"Stand down, mortal," the man said, turning his face slightly, "you're no match for it, we'll take over here." ”

He held a musket of astonishing calibre, and the bullet he carried around his waist was about the thickness of a wrist, which was obviously not something that ordinary people could afford. And the person who came was also wrapped in armor from head to toe, and looked a little like the devil.

"Special Tactics Squad".

A thought crossed Danny's mind.

Since their arrival in the First Expedition, this unit has become one of the most mysterious units of the First Army, never appearing in training, and no one knows their exact number or location. The only thing that is certain is that they are all selected by His Majesty, and they can be said to be the most elite combat force in Neverwinter.

"Roaring ——————————!"

The devil crawled out of the staggering iron box and let out a roar of awe-struck intent—a change of heart from his previous contempt, and the double-edged greatsword was removed from its back.

"Heh, a high-level devil who has been promoted from the Hell Lord, it's no wonder that the magic reaction is so strong. Without fear, the man rushed towards the enemy, "And we are here for this moment!"

Several warriors dressed in the same attire as him followed—and the situation gradually changed as the group joined the fight. Carrying an astonishing amount of weight, they are able to move around at a speed far beyond the average human, forcing their enemies into a corner step by step. And the style of play can be described as barbaric and rude, after emptying the ammunition, it is not to find cover to load, but to insert a spear like a sabre and slash around the enemy!

Although the devil also has agility that does not match his body shape, he was caught by several madmen at the same time, and the blue ripples on the other party's body have become more and more dim, obviously consuming a lot.

It is worthy of being a warrior secretly cultivated by His Majesty.

But this is also his stage—

Pull yourself off unless he stops breathing completely.

Danny gritted his teeth and shifted himself, using himself as a mount for his gun, aiming his scope at the battlefield.

When a madman trying to sneak up on the Special Tactics team from behind was knocked out with a sniper rifle, the man looked back at him from afar.

Danny pulled the bolt of his gun and squeezed the smoke into his lungs - the tingling and intoxication mixed together to create an indescribable taste.

It's a great feeling, isn't it? Malt.

......

"What the hell is the artillery battalion doing?"

"Can you stop these damn needles for a moment!"

"They're not going to throw a bunch of rookies who have just joined the army to the front line. ”

In the outer ditch of the camp, the soldiers huddled under the cornices and complained, and Yumaru was one of them. Despite his position as an anti-aircraft machine gun, it's not the dinosaurs that fly in the night sky from time to time, but something even more bizarre - it's not a good idea to stand outside and operate a machine gun now.

Awakened by the attack, they immediately moved into the line of defense in accordance with the emergency regulations, not without encountering demons on the way, but were soon knocked down by crossfire and mortars. As it turned out, the defense line was not hit in any way, and the comrades on duty asked inexplicably who they were shooting. Just when everyone thought that the next step was to purge the scattered invaders, a new order came from above - no matter what the fighting in the camp was, they were not to leave the trenches and prepare to meet the real enemy.

A group of demons were attacking the camp from the southeast flank, and they were the main force of the night attack.

Uyomaru couldn't help but think of the expedition battles of months ago—the swarming enemies that were like a tidal wave, running faster than horses, and making people feel intimidated just by looking at them. Fortunately, the First Army had long been prepared, and the dense firepower kept the enemy at a distance of 200 meters.

But now, there were no reassuring fortified pillboxes on the defensive line, artillery support was delayed, a wave of explosions would be heard every once in a while overhead, and with the extremely poor vision at night, he didn't know if the battle would go as smoothly as the last time.

"They're coming!" suddenly someone shouted, "one thousand and five away, everyone prepare!"

Fifteen hundred meters? It would be nice to be able to see two hundred meters away on a night like this! Apparently it was the witch lady with the Eye of Heaven who gave the news. However, the order from above is absolute, as long as the order to fire is given, even if the knife falls from the sky, it cannot retreat. Yumaru couldn't help but grit his teeth and was ready to enter the machine gun position.

At this moment, a long train whistle was suddenly heard in the distance!