On the battlefield, except for a very small number of top powerhouses, few people noticed the change of the moon overhead, and some powerful blood clans felt it in their hearts, and they all looked at the full moon in the sky.

The warriors of the dark race silently assembled, awaiting new orders. They suddenly found that the battle formation seemed to be extremely thin, and looking left and right, the number of soldiers seemed to be still very large, but they were inexplicably a little flustered. Some smart people soon noticed that the number of officers in the troops, especially the strong ones, was much less, and even a few could not be found in some formations.

The strong are the backbone of an army, and everyone knows how far the cannon fodder troops can go without the strong. Now the number of strong men in the army has suddenly decreased by half, which suddenly shakes the troops.

Some of the survivors who had been withdrawn from the front line looked back at the second line of defense strewn with corpses, and suddenly had a chilling thought: Did they all die there?

On the battleship, the Spider Demon Count reappeared, only this time he limped and half of his body was covered in blood. His voice was weak and hoarse, and he said, "My lord, I'm back." ”

"What about the casualties?"

"Our troops have lost about a third, and after a few battles, the casualties on the Terran side should be around four thousand. ”

"20,000 warriors for 4,000 Terrans?"

Earl Spider Demon said: "My lord, most of our casualties are cannon fodder, and it is normal for the battle damage rate to be high. ”

Pratt snorted, his eyes sharpened, and glared fiercely at the Spider Demon Count. The Count hurriedly lowered his head, showing humility, and did not dare to make eye contact with Pratt.

However, Pratt had long seen the dissatisfaction hidden beneath the count's deferential appearance. He hid his emotions and asked lightly, "So now, what is your suggestion?"

This is a question with a trap, Count Spider Demon thought about it, but still gritted his teeth, and said: "My lord, it doesn't matter how many cannon fodder dies, but we have too many strong people with knighthood who have died in battle! This is the skeleton of your legion! My lord, even the Marquis of Red Fang was killed in battle, if it wasn't for your personal action, I'm afraid no one would be able to stop Qianye." ”

The corners of Pratt's eyes twitched slightly, he raised his head, glanced at the full moon in the sky, and said slowly: "Since this is the case, then ...... Withdraw your troops. ”

"What?" said Count Spider, unable to believe his ears.

"Retreat. Pratt repeated the command.

"You can't retreat!, my lord, if you withdraw like this, all the credit will be taken away by Lord Russell. And by then, he will most likely blame you for the disadvantage of the first battle! We still have troops, as long as we keep on the offensive, even if it is a symbolic offensive. ”

Pratt's eyes were deep, and he said, "Then it will have to be beaten by Russell." ”

Having said that, Count Spider Demon knew that Pratt had made up his mind, and he didn't dare to speak out anymore so he had to retreat.

The horn of retreat sounded, and the army of the dark race slowly withdrew from the battlefield. And the gates of Baicheng were opened, and a force of about a thousand people poured out from inside, and began to quickly clean up the battlefield.

The mercenaries didn't have much time, and the window period of this battle was less than an hour, and a large number of black-pressed floating ships appeared in the distance.

Several battleships of the eternal night lined up in front, confronting Baicheng from afar, covering the landing of the transport ships in the rear. As countless warriors emerge from the transport, a new great war is about to begin.

Suddenly there was a faint coercion in the distance, and a huge warship broke through the clouds and slowly flew towards the battlefield.

This battleship is in the style of a distinctly demonic descendant, and judging by its size, it is at least a Duke-class ship. Its appearance immediately boosted the morale of the soldiers, and cheers rang out in pieces.

Qianye's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "What did he drive the ship here for?

No matter what type of giant warship is close to the ground, it is difficult to move, especially when the two armies are fighting on a large battlefield and the enemy is staggered, and the requirement for air strike firepower is precision, not power. If the terrain of the battle is special, the battleship must always pay attention to its combat height.

The role of giant warships on the battlefield is to deter and prevent them from being cut off, and they are used to directly participate in the war

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