Driven by the efforts of many strong demons, and the unstoppable sound of war drums, the huge steel castle finally entered the distance of a mile in front of the defensive line.

Fortunately, there were only eight steel castles in total, spread over a battlefield more than ten miles wide, but there was only one in a wide area nearly two miles away, and Little John's defense line was not unlucky, and he needed to face the impact of the steel castle directly.

But unfortunately, according to the direction of the nearest steel castle, the final distance between the defensive line where John was located was only two hundred paces away, which was definitely within the killing range of the steel castle.

The section of defense that was about to face the steel castle was obviously panicked, and just now, they opened fire on all the heavy defensive equipment such as ballistas and trebuchets at the steel castle.

Originally, the number of ballistae and speculation they had on this line of defense used for early warning was pitiful, and then with a few ballistas and a few large stones that countless people were expecting, without exception, all of them accurately hit the huge target.

It's a pity that the sturdiness of these steel castles is beyond everyone's imagination, and the sharp iron cannon heads of the ballistas are simply bounced off after hitting a large area of sparks on the exterior of the steel castle.

The end of more than 100 catties of large stones smashed on the steel castle was even more tragic; it was obvious that the hardness of the steel far exceeded the hardness of the stones; and in the splashing of stone powder and stone chips, the steel castle was unscathed.

For a moment, many of the defenders on the first line of defense were dismayed to find that they were helpless against the huge lump of steel, especially the operators of the trebuchets and ballistas......

The political commissar ran quickly, and in a dozen or so breaths came to one of the ballistas, turned the long knife, and pointed the broad back of the knife at it hard, and the operators who were still sluggish and frightened could not extricate themselves, and whipped their heads and faces.

While whipping, the mouth of the political commissar was also roaring loudly: "What are you in a daze, do you have a pit in your head, you want to use this thing to hit such a big steel lump, aim for me below, and launch it at the demon that pushes the castle." ”

Under the ruthless whipping, the ballista operators came to their senses, and hurriedly realigned the ballistas that had been loaded a long time ago, and after pushing the demons moving forward under the castle, they pulled the machine heavily.

Two long ballistas were fired almost at the same time, and then hit the target, shooting two long blood paths at the bottom of the steel castle, at least ten strong demons were directly shot through the ballista, and several more seriously injured demons had to withdraw from the position that pushed the steel castle.

As if inspired, the ballistae on the defensive line in the surrounding area were also aimed at the demons who were pushing the steel castle, and more than a dozen ballistas were fired at the place in a while, successfully killing or injuring more than 200 demons.

Although there were soon new demons to fill the positions that had been vacated by being shot dead or injured, the advance speed of that terrifying steel castle had finally slowed down considerably.

Seeing that the attack was effective, the ballista operators behind the defensive line began to cheer up, and under the encouragement, it seemed that even the reloading action was a little faster than usual.

Unfortunately, when they reloaded and fired at the demonic servants under the steel castle again, dozens of magic bolts flew out from the top of the castle, and these spells were fast and accurate, often hitting a ballista at the same time, instantly killing the ballista far away, and directly killing the bones of the corpse.

Soon, the steel castle came two hundred steps away from the defense line, which was officially entered, and the attack range of the long-range demons on the castle was within the attack range, so all kinds of magic like hail smashed intensively into the cannon fodder of the first line of defense.

Almost after a round of magic, the thousands of defenders in front of the steel castle immediately lost more than eighty percent......

The dense small pits, for the castle with countless wheels of steel and steel, can not play any role in slowing down, ineffective......

The wooden rejection horse, under the heavy wheels, was directly knocked over and crushed, which was also unable to slow down the steel castle, and it was also ineffective......

Even the three-meter-wide trench didn't bother the steel castle much, and a dozen demon blood elf mages poked their heads out of the battlements of the castle, waving their wands and chanting incantations, and then in a tremor of the ground, these trenches were all filled with bulging earth.

As for the small one-meter-high earthen wall at the end, as early as in the previous magic bombardment, there was not much left, and in the end, after being filled with a wave of spells, it completely disappeared.

From the first wave of Hellhounds, more than ten minutes after they began to storm the defensive line, all but a few parts of the first defensive line fell......

"What are we going to do, Commissar, can we retreat now?" the lame veteran Harder yelled at the Commissar as he joined forces with the other two to stab a Cerberus to death in midair.

As soon as they drew their weapons, the Cerberus's corpse slammed down, into the ditch that was almost filled.

The commissar had already thrown away his tin trumpet, picked up a spear of a dead soldier, and leaned against the earthen wall like an ordinary soldier, repeating the assassination action.

Taking advantage of the very short gap, the political commissar replied in a loud voice: "Hard, you dead lame don't even think about it, before the order to retreat arrives, I will kill whoever dares to retreat privately."

"What's the matter~" The old cripple spat heavily, spitting on a two-headed hellhound that was not yet dead.

Very sadly, he continued to speak: "My lord, I won't say anything else, the men of our whole village are here, why can't they die here, we have to leave a living mouth to go back and report the news! ”

At this time, only half of the people on this section of the defense line were still survivors, and nearly half of them were farmers from the same village as the old lame, and after hearing this, they suddenly became more and more silent.

The political commissar was silent for a while, and suddenly pulled Little John not far from his side over, and announced loudly: "Okay, let the youngest Little John withdraw alone." ”

Then he took out the two things in his bosom and stuffed them into Little John's hand, and instructed: "Boy, show these things to the people behind you, and they will not kill you as a deserter; ”

Little John, who was in a trance, was kicked in the back by the political commissar in the back, and staggered to the rear, and after running away, he subconsciously glanced at the two things in his hand.

One of them was the Commissar's beautiful steel bottle, and the other was a thin booklet, and fortunately, John knew what was written on the cover: the Commissar's Crash Course.

When little John held these two things high and fled back to the second line of defense, he looked back and saw that the previous position had long been overwhelmed by countless demons, and there was no trace of the political commissar or his fellow villagers.

In this huge battlefield, this situation is only a microcosm, except for a limited number of dozens of people who have successfully withdrawn, on the first line of defense, the rest of the tens of thousands of regular troops and hundreds of thousands of temporarily conscripted militiamen, all of whom have been killed in battle, and none of them have been spared.