"Target Wing Demon in front, prepare, release arrows...... A French officer dressed as a squadron leader shouted out an order to the Wing Demon troops who were about to fly overhead.

Suddenly, more than 200 archers under him released the wide open bowstring in their hands against the group of winged demons, which numbered about a hundred.

In the relatively dense rain of arrows, nearly half of the Winged Demon bodies were weighing arrows, and their bodies, which only had thin leather armor and even had no protection at all, could not resist the sharp steel arrows at all.

A handful of the Winged Demons were killed instantly, and after the other injured Winged Demons let out a terrible scream, they could no longer maintain their balance in the air, and then fell straight onto the hard stone walls of the Machimta Line, directly hitting their heads to pieces.

Before the archers below who had hit the Winged Demons cheered, the remaining Winged Demons had officially flown above their heads, and then they saw those Winged Demons loosen their hands, and one by one black iron ball bumps, with flashing sparks, smashed down on their heads.

"Hell, it's an iron ball bomb, spread it out for me. The squadron leader shouted frantically, and instead of running away, he kicked and punched the archers around him, causing the almost stunned recruits to disperse.

Born as a civilian, he worked hard in the army for half his life before becoming a squadron leader, and he cursed angrily in his heart at this time: "Those noble officers who only know how to escape should all be hanged, and the whole family should be hanged." ”

"Even if you can't hold the front line of defense, you still leave all the iron ball bombs that the empire has finally imitated to these demons, can't they easily light a fire before escaping? Later, the captain of the archer couldn't help but curse.

But soon he couldn't scold, and an iron ball bomb weighing six pounds and two taels smashed right on his head; after an acceleration of nearly 100 meters, the force carried by this iron ball bomb directly smashed his head into a large dent.

After a series of explosions rang out, there was not a single archer who could stand up straight in the original position of more than two hundred archers.

After paying the price of nearly half of the casualties, this small group of winged demons finally completely eliminated the long-range archers here, but before they could pounce on the next position again, five thick anti-aircraft ballistas shot over with a whistling sound of breaking the air, and more than twenty winged demons were torn apart directly in the air......

This is just an extremely ordinary scene on a hundred-mile-long front, under the cover of hundreds of thousands of winged demons in the air, there are simply countless demons attacking the Machi's defense line.

They pushed the siege engines captured from the occupied areas and launched a tidal wave of attacks on the defensive line, and according to the current situation, the Allied forces took advantage of the advantage of the defensive line to not only fight with the Burning Legion, but also inflict a lot of casualties on the demon army.

All this was seen by Marshal Franz on a huge fortress two miles away, and as the commander-in-chief of the front of the Entente, he was naturally followed by a large number of generals and escorts when he appeared here.

"Marshal Franz, I see the existence of the never-falling Marqui Line, and the mighty Burning Legion can only hate it. It was a stocky old man with a big belly, who was so plump that he looked very ill-fitting when he put on a special armor of extra size.

However, this did not prevent him from praising this glorious line of defense of the French Empire from the bottom of his heart, after all, as the field marshal of the French Empire and the deputy commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, Lord Marquis Conrad, it was indeed very reasonable for him to be proud of the miracle created by his empire.

As soon as the Marquis Conrad's words fell, the gossip of approval began to echo, making the fortress terrace where these men were located seem extremely noisy.

Marshal Franz smiled very gracefully, but he complained frantically in his heart: "These damn French will proud roosters, at this time, are still proud of this little thing, don't they realize that most of the attacks now are demonic cannon fodder troops, it is obvious that this is just a move by the Burning Legion to consume the strength of the defenders in the early stage." ”

But for the sake of the harmony of the joint command, he had to forcibly hold back the complaint in his heart, who called him, as the Entente and the commander-in-chief of the coalition front, a member of the Jose Empire.

In fact, strictly speaking, the Jose Empire, which is known as one of the three major military powers in the Phila Continent, is not on the Fila Continent at all, but on a huge offshore island dozens of miles away from the Fila Continent.

Perhaps because of the need to rely on sea ships to communicate with the continent of Fira, the maritime power of the Jose Empire has always been the focus of its development, so it has been known as the first naval power in the continent of Fira.

However, it is obvious that the closest part of the continent is only a narrow strait more than thirty miles wide, and this distance is simply impossible for the Jose Empire to be alone in this invasion of the Burning Legion that has swept the entire continent.

If you really want to hold this kind of theater mentality, it is just a little more to breathe, and when the Burning Legion sweeps the continent, there is no need to gather all the troops at all, as long as a small part of the army is sent, it can occupy the big island where they have lived for thousands of years.

So, at the beginning of the call for jihad, the Jose Empire sent nearly half of its army strength to join the jihadist coalition, and then bitterly reaped an astonishing fiasco.

Even so, His Majesty the Emperor of the wise Jose Empire, instead of withdrawing the remnants of the army, sent all the land forces in the country to the mainland, hoping to keep the Burning Legion out of the territory of the Entente.

It was in this context that the most famous genius of command in the Entente, Marshal Franz of the Jose Empire, became the commander-in-chief of the front, responsible for commanding all the forces of the Entente.

Thinking of His Majesty's ardent expectations of the Emperor before leaving, and the embarrassed appearance of the allied army in front of the Burning Legion, Marshal Franz sighed very sadly: "Your Majesty, I may have to live up to your expectations. ”

After a long time, the French people, who eagerly touted the defense line of March, gradually stopped talking.

At this time, Marshal Franz ordered to his adjutant: "Immediately ask His Majesty Modo of the United Air Force for help, just say that the remaining air forces of the Burning Legion are all concentrated on attacking us, and the situation is ......urgent."