"Ballista, tell me that you are not allowed to fire without my orders, so aim at the big guys first. The commissar hid behind the low wall and gave a loud order.

The group of operators of the two ballistas, after hearing the order of the political commissar, agreed heavily, but their originally thick-looking ballistas looked so ridiculous compared to their targets.

After the baron was killed, the task of commanding the battle naturally fell on the head of the political commissar, and no one objected to this, including the two barons' family guards who continued to turn around and fill in the defense line under the threat of the political commissar's long knife.

In front of the wall there was a trench three meters wide and five meters deep, and the bottom of the trench was full of sharpened wooden stakes.

Originally, a thick wooden plank was used as a trestle over the ditch every mile, but now all of them were pulled back by the defenders.

Add to that the fact that the trench was a little further across, the sparsely looking wooden horses, and the small pits, which were still densely packed, all of which added up to all the defenses of the first line of defense in which little John was located.

Of course, as the God of War Alliance, the most important defense node on the front line at present, the Iron Collar even used the Space Ring and the Black Dragon to urgently transport a large number of reinforced concrete here, but all those things were used in a few of the dozens of defense lines behind.

The improvised line of defense that John Jr. is in is just a warning and a little time, and naturally he will not use the precious reinforced concrete here......

In the eight smaller steel castles, still a mile and a half away from the defensive line, a series of loud drums sounded, and these loud drums seemed to be full of strange power, and little John felt an inexplicable sense of oppression in his heart, and even his heart seemed to beat two points faster.

Then, after the sound of the drums, the demons, who had been moving slowly with the steel castle, suddenly quickened their pace and rushed towards the first line of defense, and at the forefront of the rush was already the two-headed dog of hell, which was already very familiar to humans.

These Hellhounds charge extremely fast, and at the same time have amazing agility, and the small pit that the defense line intended to use to reduce the Burning Legion's charge speed has been dodged by these Hellhounds, and they have not even achieved the limited purpose of reducing their charge speed.

"Archers prepare, put~" With a long tail note, the political commissar shouted the order.

Suddenly, thirty regular archers, plus twenty-one farmers who worked part-time as hunters, straightened up from behind the low wall, drew their longbows with all their might, and shot their arrows;

For from thirty paces away to a mile away, there was a dense crowd of these crawling demons with two heads and red eyes when they looked at the living, and if they shot their arrows thirty paces away, they would never fail.

Sure enough, the fifty-one arrows that were shot out all hit the two-headed dogs in the charge, but the final result was a little frustrating, except for two hell two-headed dogs that were hit by the key points, and were shot to death, the rest with arrows stuck in the body, still had little effect, and then continued to charge.

The archers stepped back and attacked freely, while the others got up and prepared. Under the orders of the political commissar, little John and the others clenched their weapons and stood up straight from behind the low wall.

Nearly a third of the peasants, whose legs were weakened by the sight of the sight, kicked and beat them like mad with the commissar, and at last they were on their feet, and raised their weapons against the outside of the line, and then the few men could barely clear the two thin rows behind the line.

As they were ready, the Hellhounds charged to the outside of the trench, and with the momentum of their charge, they leaped to their feet and pounced on the low wall.

Compared to the Hellhound's strong jumping ability, it is only a three-meter-wide trench, which is not difficult for them at all, and if there are no obstacles, they can easily overcome two such wide obstacles.

The head of the two-headed dog of hell in front of him was getting bigger and bigger, and even the two-headed dog with his mouth wide open at this time, the strong smell of sulfur and the rancid smell of rotten meat were intertwined, which made Little John's chest churn so badly that he was about to vomit out almost immediately.

Fortunately, at this time, the political commissar finally came to his ears, shouting the issued order: "Thorn." ”

Without thinking, Little John instinctively grasped the wooden pole of the dung fork with both hands, and stabbed out the unusually sharp dung fork that had been polished in the past few days with all his strength.

Little John's dung fork, the timing of the stab is very good, extremely coincidental stabbing in, in the mouth of the two-headed dog of hell, compared to the tough skin, the defense of the big mouth of the hellhound is very weak, and the sharp dung fork directly pierced one of the heads of the two-headed dog.

Still in mid-air, the two-headed dog that kept the stone striking, the only remaining intact head, let out a violent scream, and then by the huge force of the impact of the two-headed dog of hell, the body of the impact fell backwards, little John could no longer maintain his balance, and staggered backwards.

Fortunately, at this time, there was another stout farmer behind him, and he stubbornly pressed his shoulders against Little John's back, so that Little John, who had taken two steps back, stabilized his body.

The two-headed dog of hell hanging on the dung fork gradually slipped off the dung fork in a violent struggle, and finally fell into the bottom of the trench.

It all happened so quickly that in just a few dozen breaths, the first wave of Hellhounds were killed or wounded, and a dozen peasants, with their spears or dung forks and other weapons, broke their poles and became defenseless in an instant.

Before he could recover from the excitement of killing a demon, the two-headed dog of hell jumped up from the other side of the trench and pounced, and the sound of the commissar ordering the assassination roared in his ears again.

Little John, who had a little experience this time, aimed at the big mouth of Cerberus again, and fiercely stabbed out the ancestral dung fork......

I don't know if it was five or six stabs, Little John's arms began to tremble slightly, such a full force of assassination, and the backlash of bearing the momentum of the Cerberus charge, was too intense for a thin farmer like Little John.

And this is just after the battle, at most two minutes have passed, wave after wave of Cerberus still pounced on it, and then jumped up on the edge of the trench......