"Open the gate, open the gate!" The remaining dozen or so Terran soldiers ran to the door of the camp and practiced and slapped on the wooden door.

The soldiers who had been guarding the gate for a long time hurriedly opened the gate of the camp and let in the group of exhausted comrades.

"Quick, go and call someone, yes, it's the devil attacking!" After saying this, the leader of the immortal squad collapsed to the ground, and he had exhausted all his spirit and spirit after running for nearly ten miles in a row.

Two soldiers hurriedly picked him up and carried him away.

More soldiers poured in.

On the tower, Suramir was still trying to wind the bed crossbow.

"Get in place!"

Bang!

Another bolt the size of a baby's forearm fired, piercing through several small demons and nailing them to the ground.

"My lord, we're here to help you. "Several crossbowmen came to the tower and took the place of Suramir for the winding.

The standard manning of a bed crossbow is five people, although three people can use it, but the shooting efficiency is much weaker, at this time, with a full staff, the shooting efficiency of the bed crossbow is immediately doubled.

A large instrument like a bed crossbow is usually not fired so extravagantly, and after a battle, a bed crossbow trumpet can only hold thirty or forty crossbow arrows, and they are all attacking the enemy's arrow towers, battle formations and other targets, and it is almost impossible to shoot skirmishers like this.

But now the crossbowmen don't care about the consumption of expensive crossbow arrows, and one by one they put the crossbow arrows in the arrow slot, and then shoot them out without blinking an eye, just to shoot one or two little devils.

This is something that can't be helped, the enemy is a demon, not the bandits, elves or other intelligent races they dealt with before, if they don't use powerful attack weapons, I'm afraid they can't kill them at once by relying on strong bows and crossbows alone.

There were about one or two hundred of the little bad demons who were chasing, and they were shot dead by twenty or thirty just now, but no one dared to underestimate them. In hand-to-hand combat, the battle loss ratio between the human race and the elf race is one to three, but the battle loss ratio with the demon can reach one to seven, or even higher.

This means that such a small group of inferior demons can compete with more than a thousand Terran soldiers.

"Musketeers, shoot!" Gaddar himself commanded below, holding a war knife in his hand, and with a fierce swing of the blade, a series of thuds were heard.

With a burst of gunpowder after the smoke burned, a row of projectiles shot out, blooming blood flowers on the little bad demon who rushed over.

After a round of guns, three or four figures fell in the group of little bad devils, and a small part of the rest was wounded, dripping black blood dripping down, but the little bad devils still rushed over howling as if they didn't feel pain.

The musketeers withdrew and reloaded after firing. Slow firing speed is a major flaw of muskets, even the dwarven firearms can only attack twice at most, and then they need to reload, but their firearms are much faster to reload, and they are aftercharges, and the Terrans have only conquered the front-charge technology now.

There are only fifty musketeers stationed here, which is far from enough to maximize the power of the platoon guns, and more archers are still required to be responsible for the follow-up output.

The musketeers' attacks were not as good as they could be, but they brought the demon team closer to the Terran battle formation.

Fortunately, there are still seven magicians in the formation.

The mage regiments of the Black Vulture and the Black Flag Army are both strengthened regiments, and the number of people is one-third more than that of ordinary mage regiments, and even if the number of people is scattered, there are still a lot of them.

The seven magicians were already a very strong force, and the role they could play on the battlefield was comparable to that of a squadron, or even higher, at least the high-level magic they unleashed together would have no problem destroying a neatly arranged warband at once.

The number of a warband was about two thousand.

It's just that the invincible high-level magic against the intelligent races, including the human race, was defeated in front of a group of low-level demons.

"Lightning Thorns!"

As the last syllable of the spell fell, the staffs in the hands of the seven magicians pointed forward in unison. In an instant, a dazzling blue light tore open in front of the battle array, and thunder grew like branches of a plant, enveloping a large area in front of it.

The extremely condensed thunder and lightning even resembled the blade of a sword, showing sharp edges and spikes.

High-level magic lightning thorns slashed their heads and covered their faces, enveloping a group of small demons who rushed over. From the cracks of those lightning branches, one small demon after another could be seen trembling in them, and some of them turned directly into charcoal.

The powerful explosive damage of lightning magic is unreserved.

"It's fantastic. Gadar nodded with satisfaction, although the strength of the body of this group of little inferior demons was strong, they would still be defeated in the face of magic.

Gadar withdrew his sword and turned around to withdraw his troops.

"Shoot!" suddenly came from the tower!

Sou!

A bolt of bolts rained down from the tower, pinning a little demon who wanted to sneak up on Gadar to the ground.

"Damn, Gadar, you're out of the way!" shouted Suramir, sticking his head out of the tower. It was he who gave the order to shoot just now, which saved Gadar's life.

Gadar turned his head and looked at the little devil who had been crucified to the ground, and a cold sweat broke out.

If Sulamir hadn't discovered it earlier, he would have turned into a corpse now, and his soul would have gone to see the god of the underworld.

"No, it's not dead yet!" a mage screamed in surprise from the ranks of the mages. They know very well the power of the high-level magic of lightning thorns, because the attack range is not large, so the power of this magic has almost reached the extreme, and they have not heard of any race that can still live under such magical power.

The scene in front of them almost subverted their cognition,—— lightning thorns had killed a group of minor demons, but there were at least thirty to forty minor demons who had not been fatally harmed. They still relentlessly waved their weapons and rushed towards them.

"Damn it. Swords and shields take cover, pikemen stab!" "Gadar, who faced demons for the first time, didn't expect that the demons' vitality was so strong, and even high-level magic couldn't completely harvest them. Now that the other party had rushed closer, he could only order the soldiers to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the other party.

Through the shield defense of the sword and shield soldiers in front, the advantage of the long attack distance of the rear pikemen is fully brought into play.

"Kill!" the Terran soldiers and demons slammed into each other, picking up their own knives and stabbing each other, blood splattering.

(End of chapter)