"Huh?" Hearing the ominous words shouted by Gadar, Suramir was momentarily stunned.

Demon, this is a term that is far away from him, the last demon hunting war was five hundred years ago, five hundred years is nearly seven generations for the human race, and Suramir's wife and grandfather may have participated in that war. After that demon hunting war, demons have not appeared in front of the intelligent races on a large scale until now...... There may be two or three big cats and small cats that slip through the net, but they also hide in very hidden places and never come out. For now, many Terrans may have only seen specimens of demon corpses in museums, and almost no real demons have ever seen them.

"That guy Gadar must have lied to me. When has it been, it has been a long time since there have been demons, how could they suddenly appear here?" Suramir shook his head in disbelief, trying to convince himself that Gadar was wrong, and then he opened the telescope in his hand and began to look into the distance.

"It can't be ...... it!"

Suramir slowly lowered his telescope, his gaze completely frozen.

Just a mile away, a small group of Terran soldiers were fleeing in a hurry, probably a dozen of them. This distance can already be seen with the naked eye. Looking at the costumes on this group of soldiers, it should be the soldiers of the Black Flag Army, and behind this group of soldiers, a group of humanoids with one-horned heads are chasing them.

"Run, run!" said one of the Terrans, waving his arms in the air, signaling for the others to leave.

"Ahh

"Help, save me!" shouted the soldier as he lay on the ground.

"Tony!" the other young soldier shouted, turning to help his comrade. A veteran grabbed him and dragged the recruit away.

"Damn, you don't want to die! That's a demon!" the veteran dragged and dragged him, and several veterans from the neighborhood also came to help and forcibly took the recruit away.

"Let go of me, let go of me, I'm going to save Tony! let go of me!" the recruit screamed, kicking his feet hard and slatting with the veteran.

"Rub, don't care, if it goes on like this, we'll all have to finish playing!" a veteran roared, let go directly, and ran off into the distance. The other veterans only stayed for a moment, then let go, leaving the recruit to fend for himself.

Everyone went to the free museum in the city to see it, and they knew what some low-level demons looked like. The other party has a single horn on his forehead, which is obviously a small inferior demon, although the small inferior demon is a low-level demon, but the low-level demon is also comparable to the second stage of other professions except assassins and magicians, and some are even comparable to the third stage, which is not at all comparable to them. At present, everyone can only flee for their lives, and only fools will choose to turn back and save their own people.

"Tony, Tony, don't worry, I'll help you!" The recruit picked up the recruit named Tony, but Tony sprained his knee from tripping, and the two were moving very slowly, and before they could take two steps, the demons caught up with them, and the obsidian long knife cut down without hesitation, turning the two recruits into pieces of meat.

At the moment, there are little bad devils who coax to grab these flesh and blood, and more little bad devils can't grab them, so they can only continue to pursue.

"Woo-woo-woo......"

The town sounded the sound of a hurried trumpet to represent the enemy attack, and the soldiers ran out of their barracks to play, still wearing their leather armor. - Since there are no combat missions at all, the life of the soldiers is relatively loose, and they usually do not wear armor, after all, no one wants to wear that thing on their bodies every day when they are idle and have nothing to do.

"Queue up! Spearmen prepare their spears, sword and shield men first, archers last!Musketeers, musketeers begin to load, and a moment will come a round of guns!" the captains of each squad began to order their squads to line up.

Compared to other ordinary legions, ace legions such as the Black Flag and the Black Vulture have one more class - the Musketeer.

Musketeers are the standard equipment of the dwarven army, or every dwarven soldier is equipped with a musket, every time you fight with the dwarves, you must first be mentally prepared to be covered by a round of dwarven muskets and artillery, and during the battle, the dwarves do not know when they will pull out their firearms, slam the shot to kill you, and then fight the next enemy.

After the dwarven muskets were captured by the Terrans, a large group of alchemists and forgers began to deconstruct them, and then imitated them, and finally distributed them to the ace army, forming a musket team of 500 people per legion.

Gadar is already in charge of the team below, Suramir is not going to go any further, he now has more important things to do.

On the tower there is a bed crossbow, twenty or so crossbow arrows, and most importantly, two soldiers guarding it.

Three people, it's perfectly fine to control a bed crossbow.

"You two, come here!" Suramil beckoned to the two soldiers.

"You two, who will operate this bed crossbow?" asked Suramir, although he had been taught in the military academy, he could do it, but after all, he could not shoot accurately as these soldiers who were proficient in shooting.

One of the soldiers stepped forward.

"Report to the Legion Chief, I will operate, I am the crossbowman. ”

"Alright," Suramir nodded, "you operate this bed crossbow, and we'll help you wind it!"

"Yes!"

With that, Suramir and another soldier wound the bed crossbow through a winch, and then loaded a bolt the thickness of a baby's forearm into the slot.

The soldier in charge of the bed crossbow began to move the bed crossbow, aimed the crosshair arrow at the front of the crossbow at the demon group, and then picked up the small mallet and slammed the trigger.

Sou!

The bolts shot out violently, piercing the bodies of the two implicit demons in a row.

"Come again!" Suramir roared, winding his bow again, and then placing the bolts.

With the small mallet hammered down again, another crossbow arrow flew out, but this time it was not so lucky, the other party was on guard, and only shot a small bad demon.

Whoosh!

Along with the fire from Suramir's tower, two other towers began to shoot as well, thick crossbow arrows sending sharp shockwaves through the air before slamming into the ground, perhaps carrying one or more demon corpses on them.

"The people on the tower have already spotted us, hurry up, work harder! just a few more steps, we can successfully return to the camp!" the team leader shouted when he saw the bed crossbow shooting on the tower. The support of friendly forces has given the fleeing team, which is already running out of fuel, a little more energy, and hope is just around the corner!

At the same time, a loud shout rang out from the mouth of the squad leader: "Demon!"

(End of chapter)