The French Empire, known as the line of defense of the Marquetta that never falls.

The heavy sound of the horn sounded again from the main position of the Burning Legion, and the defenders who had been fighting with the demon army for many days finally breathed a sigh of relief, according to the experience gained for many days, this was the horn sound of the Burning Legion issuing the order to retreat, and this offensive was held again.

Sure enough, after the horn sounded, the demon army that was still risking their lives against the city wall one second, launching a crazy attack, immediately turned around and retreated like a tide, allowing the long-range attack of the defenders on the wall to bring down a large part of them again.

After the defensive battle of the Margeita defense line officially began, the defenders on the defense line did not know about this situation a few times, from the initial panic, to now even a little strange.

It has to be said that these Burning Legion demons, whether they are powerful high-level demons or those cannon fodder demons with an incredible number of them, are as fanatical when they attack, as if that little life is not their own, and after each attack, the demon corpses piled up in front of the defense line will be a high stack.

After each battle, those fire mages who had long been tired of being dogs had to continue to work hard against the demon corpses under the city walls, and continued to release a wide range of fire magic, burning piles of corpses directly into ashes.

On the one hand, it is necessary to prevent these corpses from decomposing and causing a serious plague, and on the other hand, if these corpses are not disposed of, one day they will pile up and form a gentle slope, allowing the demon army to step directly on the corpses and climb directly to the walls of the defensive line.

And this time, it definitely won't take too long......

Two million, or three million, but in less than half a month, the defenders on the city walls have destroyed so many or more demons, and although the Allied forces have also paid nearly a million casualties thanks to their strong fortifications, this result is still extremely brilliant.

For a time, not only did the top leaders of the Entente become optimistic about the future of the war, but even the defenders on the defensive line gradually recovered the morale they had exhausted from the long series of defeats.

At the same time, the Orlan Empire and the Jose Empire desperately searched for all the ground combat troops in the country, and then sent them all towards the Marqui defense line.

At this time, the great goal of driving the Burning Legion back to the abyss and hell is something that no one in the Entente can hope to achieve.

Being able to keep the Burning Legion out of the Marge's defenses and keep the remaining population alive in the remaining territories is already their highest goal at this time.

As for supporting other military blocs, supporting the compatriots on the mainland who are living in the heat of the water, these lofty goals are no longer in their consideration, and it seems that the small forces that can protect themselves now are very satisfying to the whole of the Entente......

"Marshal Franz, Your Majesty Modo, the little dwarf of the God of War Alliance, has once again sent you a letter in his personal name. A combat staff officer trotted to the terrace of the fortress where he was watching the battle, and reported loudly.

Marshal Franz had not yet spoken, but the Marquis Conrad, the deputy commander-in-chief who was watching the battle on the side, spoke first, and his tone was full of unspeakable meanness: "What does that little dwarf of the orcs want to say? ”

As soon as the words of the Marquis Conrad fell, the officers behind him immediately echoed with deep disapproval, in short, the little dwarf Modo, and his combined air force, were belittled by these people for nothing.

Such a situation made Marshal Franz's foul words almost blurt out.

"These fellows of the will of the law are stupid to be kicked in the head by a donkey, and they don't know that if the little dwarf Modo had not led the United Air Force to fight that miraculous air victory, there would have been countless black dragons attacking in the sky above the Macchi's defense line at this time. ”

"It's just a very small part of the Wing Demons, so the defenders are so embarrassed, if that complete air force appears above the head of the defense line, everyone will withdraw to the island where the Jose Empire is located as soon as possible, and survive together, and still guard the yarn. Marshal Franz complained frantically in his heart.

However, he can only go so far, with his understanding of the French, if these stubborn and arrogant people hear him complain like this, they will definitely fall out with him, which is a huge disaster for the Allied forces.

So he could only pretend that he hadn't heard these words, and asked the combat staff officer, "Your Majesty, little dwarf Modo, what did you say?"

The combat staff officer, who was also a French man, put away the ridicule on his face at the little dwarf, and began to answer in a straight tone: "The little dwarf Modo said that according to the analysis of the information he obtained privately, the current attack of the Burning Legion is just a trick, and they have a way to bypass the Macita defense line and appear behind the defense line. ”

"Also, he asked you to warn the major fleets of the Jose Empire to take precautions, and the Burning Legion has contacted a powerful sea force that may launch a surprise attack on the fleet of the Jose Empire. With a funny face, the combat staff officer said the personal reminder of the little dwarf Modo.

Again, Marshal Franz, as the principal person concerned, had not yet made a statement, and the Marquis de Conrad burst into laughter again: "Hahaha! It's funny, it's the funniest joke I've ever heard this year." ”

The Marquis Conrad, who was fat and had a big belly, wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers, and said playfully: "Does he think that the Margei defense line is the barren wasteland of the Orc Empire?

Nameless anger surged into Marshal Franz's heart again, and just as he was about to ignore it and slap these crazy and boundless French people for once, a familiar figure ran towards this side in great panic.

"Vincent, what the hell is going on, as a gentleman of the Jose Empire, please maintain your demeanor no matter what. Field Marshal Franz yelled at the comer, and the captain of his own guard.

However, after Marshal Franz took the manuscript paper handed over by the captain of the guard and read it, he still lost the so-called gentlemanly demeanor.

Brandishing the manuscript paper in his hand, he said to the French people with great meanness: "Gentlemen, you have deliberately mocked the little dwarf Modo, reminding us that it seems to be the truth, that our fleet is under attack, and that a large force has appeared behind the line of defense, no more than a hundred miles away. ”

In an instant, the people of the Dharma who were still laughing wildly just now had their faces stinky like rotting corpses.