In the eyes of the defenders of the fortress, they will only feel that the dark race is endless, like locusts in transit, and there is no end.

Their bodies have become numb, and their spirits have gradually become numb, and they instinctively slash and fight when they see the enemy's figure. It's like being stuck in a nightmare, and you don't know when the end will be. Even if the end of waking up is death in battle, it is a relief.

Fighting and dying have become the whole world for every living person.

They watched as countless familiar faces collapsed before their eyes, their bodies gradually turning cold. They watched as the dark races rushed in front of them, turning into corpses.

The ground was already covered with corpses, and there was little room for footholding. From time to time, you can see huge spiders stuck in the narrow passages of the fortress, and it is difficult to move.

Whenever this happens, there will be Imperial warriors who will rush to the back of the spider demon and cut off the spider demon's spine with a battle axe, or be killed by the spider demon or other dark races.

The fortress is like a black hole, constantly devouring the warriors on both sides.

I don't know how long later, a commotion suddenly broke out in the army formation of the dark race, and a group of blood warriors actually opened fire on friendly troops, forcibly killing a way to leave the battlefield.

The Dark Race army quickly divided into two forces, flanked and outflanked the front and rear, and quickly suppressed this small force. It's just that after such a commotion, the will to fight is low, and the offensive of the dark race is difficult to continue, and the horn of retreat finally sounds.

When the Dark Race retreated, many Imperial warriors stood blankly in place, waiting for the next wave of enemies to arrive.

Zhao Jundu appeared at the head of the fortress, and the black fire around him was as rich as substance. The black fire will shoot a few sparks from time to time, and it will burn when it falls on the corpses or blood stains of the dark race.

All the soldiers of the empire are far away, and no one dares to be touched by the black fire.

Zhao Jundu walked through the fortress, inspecting the battlefield for the rest of his life.

As he walked, he slowly retracted the black flames on his body, and finally the terrifying black flames were all contained in his body, and it was only then that the generals under his command dared to approach.

A general said: "My lord, there are less than a thousand remaining soldiers, and there are no reinforcements yet?"

"Reinforcements can't come. Zhao Jundu looked around and said, "Clean up the battlefield, and then we will retreat." ”

"What?" the generals could barely believe their ears, they had never heard the word retreat from Zhao Jundu's mouth.

"An hour to clean up the battlefield, and then we retreat. Zhao Jundu repeated it again.

The generals immediately dispersed, each busy, and an hour was too tight for any delay.

An hour later, the Imperial soldiers began to evacuate the fortress, and the entire army had only two trucks, and they could only barely move.

All the floating warships, most of the munitions, along with all the batteries, guns, and power towers, were destroyed in the battle just now. The two cars were assembled from parts from the rubble.

As soon as the Imperial forces left, flames began to erupt from the fortress, engulfing everything in an instant. The things that couldn't be taken away were all burned. And the corpses of the Empire and the Warriors of the Eternal Night mingled together and were reduced to ashes together.

On the way back, several generals followed Zhao Jundu, reporting the results of the battlefield just cleaned.

"My lord, according to a rough count, our casualties are 6,000, while the dark race's casualties are roughly about 40,000. The casualty ratio of both sides is 1 to 6, which can be said to be a brilliant record. ”

Another general sighed and said, "We originally had 8,000 brothers, but now there are only about 1,000 left. Such a victory, alas!"

"What? Are you questioning your command?"

"Of course not, I'm just thinking about how I'm going to explain to the people in my family when I go back. ”

This sentence silenced everyone.

The fighting environment in the New World was particularly brutal, and many of the Empire's regular legions were not up to the mark, so the family's elite private armies appeared in large numbers.

Many of the troops led by the generals are all related to each other and are real soldiers. Now that the casualties are so heavy, eight out of ten are gone, and it is conceivable that after returning to his hometown, he will face the scene of Dai Xiao.

Zhao Jundu had been silent, and then Fang said: "It's not easy for us to confess, and it's even harder for the dark race to confess." ”

Several generals knew this truth, but they were not happy.

At this moment, in the conference hall of the main base of the empire, Song Zining stood in front of the big map, facing the black and oppressive princes, generals, and even ministers of the empire and elders of the family.

He said slowly, "As I said earlier, we are not having a good time, and the dark race is even more difficult. At this point in the war, it has reached its most brutal moment, and both sides are bleeding and will continue to bleed! If we retreat now, then everything we have done before will be wasted. All sacrifices will become meaningless. Now, the only way out is to consume the dark race, so that they can see our determination, see our faith, and despair!"

There was a commotion in the crowd below, and people exchanged words and whispered discussions.

After a while, one of the patriarchs stood up and asked, "What is the specific strategy?"

Song Zining pointed to his feet and said in a deep voice: "We are here, fighting a fortress attack and defense battle with the dark race. ”

There was another bang below.

Before he could think about it, a person shouted: "In this way, wouldn't we give up our superiority in maneuver and fight for the enemy's strengths with the shortcomings of our already best?"

Song Zining said calmly: "We no longer have the advantage of maneuvering, and we can't expect the enemy to take the lead. ”

The man was stunned and said, "Isn't it, are you ...... too?"

Song Zining nodded and said, "I can't count the night pupil, many people should already know about this matter." ”

As the commander-in-chief, why are you still sitting in this position if you can't anticipate the enemy's planes first?!"

Song Zining's expression remained unchanged, and he said: "The position of coach is indeed a little reluctant for me now. It's just for the sake of the empire that I have to sit here. If someone thinks they are more suitable than me, they might as well stand up, and I will be virtuous. ”

The man said loudly: "There are thousands of talents in the huge empire, and there is no one who is stronger than you? ”

Song Zining said lightly: "At this moment, it is the time for the three armies to die, no matter who is the commander, they must stick here and not retreat." If you lose, you must know what to blame. If you have any enemies to recommend, tell me about it. ”

The man's face was flushed, and he couldn't stand or sit. Just as he was about to explain a few words, Wei Guogong snorted heavily and said, "Jumping beam clown, I still don't know it!"

The man, knowing that he had committed the wrath of the people, sat down in dismay.

In fact, everyone knows that King Dingxuan can't take it, and Song Zining's inaccurate night pupil is really a rare enemy, and there are two Guogong who were injured in her hands alone, and countless generals from all walks of life have been defeated. To defend the fortress, this position of commander is actually similar to carrying a coffin on his back.

And if this battle is lost, the guilt will be not small. Song Zining continued to sit down and was fine, after all, he had a brilliant record before, which was enough to make the merit worthwhile. The person who takes over halfway is not such a good thing.

Besides, Song Zining has faintly become one of the top celestial warlocks in the empire, and he can't even count the night pupil, who dares to say that he can definitely be counted?

When Song Zining was first compared to Lin Xitang, some young geniuses of the Heavenly Machine Sect in the empire had a lot of gossip, but after King Dingxuan missed, they all lost their voices. Only the Heavenly Warlocks themselves understood the danger of the Heavenly Machine's trajectory in front of the peak powerhouse.

Everyone discussed and discussed, but there was no better strategy, and the production capacity of the Empire's floating ships had reached its limit, and it was extremely difficult to maintain the transportation between the gate and the base, and there was no more mobile fleet to be deployed. In this case, holding on to the fortress and fighting an offensive and defensive battle can at least have a slight advantage.

In the end, the strategy was decided, and Song Zining had already prepared the required materials and took them out for discussion and approval. Once the strategy has been set, no one will be unaware of the importance and will make difficulties in materials. Therefore, all the resources asked for by Song Zining were successfully passed.

After the military discussion ended, many of the family heads and elders left as soon as possible. One more moment in the new world, one more moment of risk, they are in high positions of power, they are in important positions, at this critical juncture, once something happens, it will be a major loss, not greedy for life and afraid of death.

This military meeting, Song Zining held it in the base fortress, also to let them see with their own eyes the cruelty and tragedy of the front-line war.

At this moment, both those who stayed at the base and those who hurried to the empire were all heavy.

They knew that once the tragic fortress attack and defense battle began, although the empire could still occupy a certain advantage, the initial casualty and battle loss ratio would definitely be gone. Even the battle loss ratio in the past was a little overwhelming.

The war has reached this point, and many people are ready to accept any outcome.

From now on, every day, a heart-wrenching list of the dead will be sent back to the Empire. People will also gradually get used to looking for the names of their loved ones on it.

It's just that there is a question that has always lingered in people's minds, is it worth paying such a big price?

The real high-level of the empire, those high-ranking heavenly kings and the empire, as well as people in important positions like Song Zining, obviously knew something, but they all kept silent.

Where the passage in the middle of the Black Sun Valley leads, and what exactly lies inside, is still a mystery at the moment. The Empire would rather pay such a terrible price than prevent the dark race from approaching the Black Fire Sinkhole, or at least, maintain the Empire's right to enter, which shows that the secrets hidden inside must be earth-shattering.

The only good news is that Song Zining still does not lose his spirit in using troops, he does not plan to blindly defend it, but will establish a series of fortress groups, echoing each other, with the help of the cover of the fortress group, the empire's small-scale troops can maneuver and wait for counterattacks. In this way, if you are not blindly beaten, there will still be hope for the war situation.

At this time, I can only believe in Song Zining's determination and talent in military strategy.

On the front line, above the raging flames in the fortress, a sudden gust of wind accompanied by an astonishing cold air quickly extinguished the fire.

Surrounded by a group of dark powerhouses, the night pupil set foot on this land that was originally garrisoned by Zhao Jundu.