In the year 836 of the Julian calendar, on the seventh day of April, at about 9 o'clock in the morning.

Outside Ruman City, after yesterday's fierce battle, Emperor [***] immediately launched another fierce offensive.

'Boom, boom, boom, boom......' The sound of the cannon was like rolling thunder.

With the sound of violent explosions, clouds of black smoke rose into the air, covering the sky and enveloping the entire battlefield.

The battle on the ground has entered a white-hot phase.

The Skeleton Division's soldiers form a barrage of steel barrage with machine guns, rifles, and grenades, raining hot bullets at the enemy.

And the Semites went mad, and with their flesh and blood they kept pounding the deadly net of fire of the Rumans.

After they jumped out of the snowy mountains, they wreaked havoc in the elite area of the northern part of Ruman, and they did not commit murder and arson, and committed the crime of the heavens.

These Semites also knew that even if they surrendered, they would never forgive themselves with the surname that the Rumans would reciprocate. Therefore, they can't help but fight.

Under the dense fire, the Semites fell to the ground like weeds that had been cut down.

Within a few minutes, their bodies were all over the ground in front of the two armies' positions, but the Semitic soldiers, who were looking for death, let out a hysterical cry, stepped over the corpses of their companions and continued to charge, before falling on the still warm corpses of their companions.

On the other fronts, only cold-armed Ruman soldiers held their own lines, blocking the Semitic attacks with a rain of grenades.

As the battle progresses, the ground becomes a world of death, steel, fire, and blood.

In the sky, countless black shadows shuttled across the sky.

The cannon fire of the war fortress flickered in the air, and the light of colorful magic and the crimson cannon fire crisscrossed the air like fireworks.

But when the fireworks go off, every now and then a war fortress will fall from the sky with a long black trail.

Both sides fielded all the air power they could muster to join the meat grinder-like battle.

In Ruman City, you can smell the heavy smell of gunpowder blowing from the north, and some people even choke and cough.

With the continuous attacks of the emperor [***], the more than 200,000 Semitic troops were compressed by the Rumans in an area no more than five or six miles long and wide.

This area is also their last line of defense.

The entire area was filled with trenches crisscrossed like cobwebs.

The Semitic soldiers relied on these deep trenches to put up their last and most resolute resistance.

In order to capture the enemy's last line of defense, Rumandi [***] also did his best, and all the artillery was transferred over and bombarded.

Eight hundred guns fired non-stop, smashing thousands of shells on the Semitic positions every minute.

The Semitic had never experienced such a bombardment on such a scale, and they did not even dare to appear on the surface.

The ground was almost ploughed by artillery fire, and the soil was soft and dry, emitting wisps of green smoke, and if you grabbed it, you could always find a few shrapnel from it.

The commander of the Northern Semitic Army, General Orlandini, and his headquarters were now deep underground in the middle of the battlefield.

In order to defend against human shells, the headquarters was covered with logs, padded a layer of soil a few meters back, and finally covered with stones.

But none of this stopped the heavy artillery fire of the Rumans.

Every time the vibrations of the explosion of the artillery fire, the earth would roll off the canopy.

One can't help but wonder if this place could collapse at any time, burying all the people in the command underneath.

Orlandini was dusty and haggard, sitting motionless in his chair, staring at the map with his eyes intently not knowing what he was thinking, and the dust that fell from the top of his head sprinkled on him from time to time.

The atmosphere in the headquarters was dull, and the officers were all silent with sad expressions.

Through the gap in the artillery fire, it can be clearly heard that the shouts of the human soldiers are getting closer and closer.

The officers knew that a catastrophe was coming, but they were helpless.

At this moment, an officer with a bandage on his head and covered in blood and mud rushed in and shouted anxiously: "My lord, where is my lord? Our 13th Division is almost overwhelmed, and needs reinforcements, urgent reinforcements......

An officer at the command raised his head, looked at the officer who had just come down from the line of fire and smiled sadly, and said, "There are no reserves anymore, and all the people have been sent to the battlefield." ”

The officer who asked for help was stunned for a moment, then grabbed him and shook him vigorously, and pleaded earnestly: "Even if there is one more squadron~! There are only a thousand people left in our division." It's almost gone......"

The officer of the command shook his head and said, "There is no one left, the guards, the grooms, the cooks, the guards, all of them have been sent to the battlefield." ”

The officer who asked for help muttered in disappointment: "Is there really no one? No, even a squad, a squad, a squad......

He said as he looked over to the rest of the officers.

The officers of the command shook their heads with wry smiles.

"Alas......" The officer who asked for help sighed, the light in his eyes dimmed suddenly, and he turned around and walked out of the headquarters.

"Wait~!" The officer of the command suddenly stopped him, then picked up his long sword from the left, slowly hung it on his belt, and said firmly: "At least I can still support you." ”

The officer who asked for help looked at him, opened his mouth but did not speak, only nodded heavily.

The officer at the command tugged his uniform to make it look a little smoother, then solemnly saluted Orlandini and said, "It's a pleasure to serve under your lordship." ”

Then he said to the rest of the officers: "Everyone, let's see you in the Great Demon Temple~!"

Turn and stride out of the headquarters.

The rest of the command looked at each other, expressions of despair and helplessness on each other's faces.

Several people stood up one after another, silently straightened their clothes, waved goodbye to their colleagues around them, and then walked out without looking back.

Instead of waiting here to die, it is better to go out and fight vigorously, at least die like a warrior.

Orlandini saw this qiē in his eyes, but did not say a word.

The Rumans could have launched a counteroffensive in February, but they delayed the campaign until April, in order to mobilize as many troops as possible and surround themselves. Then eat it in one bite.

If you had seen the opportunity early, you could still have taken the troops with you...... The vast majority of the troops were safely evacuated. But the high priest ...... The Dark Council issued an order for all troops to hold out for the last five minutes in order to win.

As a result, he could only watch the last chance slip out of his hand with his eyes, and by the time the Dark Council reacted, it was already too late.

Although several breakouts were organized, all efforts to break out so far have failed.

Under the powerful offensive of the Rumans, it was only a matter of time before he was breached, and perhaps, soon he would have to fight the Rumans like a soldier.

Orlandini has been thinking about a question at the moment: who is to blame for this ending?

Blame the High Priest?

But he is the commander of this army, and he is most responsible for the soldiers.

Blame yourself?

The damned officials of the Dark Council are hiding in the rear, constantly pointing fingers at themselves and repeatedly interfering with normal commands...... At this moment, a man in black appeared in front of the command department, slowly walked in with a staff in his hand, and came to Orlandini's side, and Orlandini suddenly discovered him in thought.

Orlandini raised her head, looked at the familiar figure of the Lich Heylrod in front of her, and nodded to him with a straight face.

Heyrod, the lich, sat down across from Orlandini and said in a hoarse voice, "General, a defeat doesn't mean anything.

As long as there is a high priest, we can continue to recuperate and wait for the opportunity to make a comeback after we return. Although the road ahead is full of bumps, the future world must belong to us. ”

For this stupid 13, Orlandini didn't bother to raise his eyes, but scolded angrily in his heart: qnmlgbd~!

Even if you wait another thousand years, that's your undead ghosts.

But now, we have lost hundreds of thousands of Semitic men, and this is the tragedy of the entire Semitic race.

Who should they seek revenge for the hundreds of thousands of Semitic people who died on the human continent, and who should be responsible for their deaths?

For a moment, Orlandini was almost ready to take a shot, but when he saw the cold light in the lich's eyes, he sat down weakly—what difference was there between reasoning with the lich and talking to the ox?

He shook his head slowly, and then said tiredly: "Sir, came from the air, did you see the battle situation of our army in the south of the city?"

"There is no longer a banner of our army in the south of the city. Lich Heylord said indifferently.

Orlandini gasped and muttered, "No......"

Heyward the Lich didn't know what to say for a moment. At this time, no matter what you say, it is superfluous.

After a moment of silence, he coughed lightly, and then whispered, "In the name of the High Priest, I have come to bring the general back." ”

Orlandini suddenly raised his head and glared at Herod, and said angrily and loudly: "I'm not leaving, here are hundreds of thousands of compatriots I brought out from my hometown, all of them stayed here, only I went back alive, how to face their families." ”

The lich Heylord snorted coldly and said, "This is the order of His Majesty the Divine Throne, do you want to disobey?"

In order to avoid a repeat of Veraprani's surrender, the High Priest of the Dead ordered Orlandini to withdraw to Ryder and not be captured by humans again.

The battle has been fought so far, and several commanders of the Semitic tribe have died and surrendered, and those who were captured have been captured, which has dealt a great blow to morale. Now only Orlandini is left as a Semitic commander, and the other high priest's pillar is Emperor De Rossi.

There is only one Semitic commander left, and he can't be caught by humans anymore.

"I ......" Orlandini gritted his teeth, snorted coldly, and then fell silent.

The Lich Heylord nodded and said: "That's right, let's leave now, there is a great shortage of people in front of His Majesty the Divine Throne at the moment, and His Excellency the General still has important work in the future." ”

As if resigned to his fate, Orlandini stood up without saying a word, followed Herod to the outside of the headquarters, and waved weakly to the people in the headquarters, signaling everyone to follow.

Several of the officers around looked at Orlandini and at each other, and some of them bowed their heads in shame and stood up and followed.

A few of them shook their heads and sat motionless, one of them exclaiming, "I'm willing to stay." ”

"Me too. ”

"I'm alone anyway, and I don't have anywhere to go. ”

“......”

Orlandini turned around and looked solemnly at the people who were willing to stay, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Everyone break through, take care, you have a chance, goodbye......"

Then strode out of the command.

Heylord the Lich shot a green light overhead, and several war fortresses swooped down quickly under the cover of the others.

A war fortress fell to the ground so quickly in the surrounding artillery fire that it was so reckless and hurried that the base slammed into the ground, splashing dust flying in the sky.

Under the watchful eyes of the surrounding Semites, Orlandini followed Helord like a puppet, step by step towards the fortress of war.

The Semitic soldiers on either side did not speak, but their reproachful, disappointed, and resentful eyes were unbearable in his heart, forcing him to bow his head deeply, like a criminal walking towards a prisoner's car.

The soldiers were silent, many of them wrapped in blood-stained bandages, standing in place, watching Orlandini and his party ascend to the fortress of war.

The officers who followed behind Orlandini couldn't even stand the reproach and disappointment of the soldiers, and they stopped one after another, and then slowly drew their swords.

It is better to die a heroic death than to live in shame. They intended to stay and fight alongside their comrades.

Only two or three real cowards bowed their heads and hurriedly jumped off the fortress of war.

The fortress of war rose into the air as the Semitic watchful eye and headed west.

The officers who stayed behind put on their helmets, drew their weapons and carried them in their hands, looked at each other, and said at the same time: "Take care." ”

"Goodbye to the Great Demon Temple. ”

Then he greeted the soldiers around him, and each ran in a different direction.

They intend to disperse and break out and make a last-ditch effort.

The war fortress where Helord and Orlandini were climbing at maximum speed to get out of the battlefield as fast as they could, and around it, the war fortress of the undead was desperately trying to hold off the Maple Leaf Danlin and the Eagle group of the security forces, fighting and retreating.

After covering this war fortress from the battlefield, their task was completed, and they immediately turned around and left as fast as possible.

At this moment, they just want to get out of this terrible place quickly.

A few days ago, the unscrupulous bombing of Ruman City felt really cool, it was like shooting a target, and the dark mages also made a bet to see who could bring down the main hall of the Ruman Palace.

But as time went on, there were more and more human war bastions in the sky over Ruman.

What started as a squadron soon became two squadrons, and one squadron was a nasty small machine.

Then a few days later it became three squadrons, and the next month nearly a hundred appeared on the battlefield at a time.

By now, the number of human war fortresses is no less than theirs, and it even seems that there are no less than them.

The air battle is very difficult, especially the cunning and vicious small planes, and I don't know how many of them, as if the sky is full of their shadows.

They were like a pack of vicious wolves, suddenly killing from the dead end, biting hard, and then disappearing without a trace in an instant, which frightened the dark mages the most.

Just as the dark mage on the war fortress was feeling relieved, several eagles swooped down on him from different directions.

The Eagle-like Captain Ferreira had long been aware of the war fortress that had landed on the ground, and guessed that it must have a special mission.

Therefore, this cunning cub with his wingman hid in the western sky early in the morning, waiting for the prey to be delivered to his mouth.

There are several other Eagle pilots who have the same idea as him, and in air combat without a wireless dialogue system, everyone can only fight on their own.

In this case, they invariably bit this fortress of war.

Seeing several fighters with huge eagle heads swooping down, the undead war fortress hurriedly dodged and fled in all directions.

The war fortress where Helord was located quickly swooped down and accelerated, desperately trying to escape the eagle siege.

The undead war fortress scurried around like a horde of panicked rabbits, blocking the eagle's flight path and targets.

Ferreira and the others didn't want to waste ammunition on these guys, so they had no choice but to dodge left and right in the air, trying to bite the fleeing war fortress.

But the distance was quickly widened, and it was about to escape from the range of the battlefield.

Ferreira was so angry that he slapped the seat hard in the cockpit and scolded, it was all the bad things of those guys who were bent on grabbing merit, the fat duck in his hand flew, and he had to educate them well when he came back, what does it mean to respect his predecessors.

Just as Ferreira and the pilots were stamping their feet in hatred, two Eagles suddenly appeared from the west and rushed towards the face of the war fortress, and at a distance of less than three hundred meters, the yellow light flashed under the nose of the plane, hitting the war fortress of the undead clan.

A flame erupted from the window of the low-flying war fortress, and the war fortress slammed to the ground, first planting headlong on the ground, kicking up dirt like waves, then bouncing and rolling on the ground, disintegrating on impact.

A large number of black fragments were thrown out of the tumbling fortress of war, tossed along the way.

Rolling out a few hundred meters away, the tattered war fortress fell to the ground, flames and smoke came out, and there was a "crackling" explosion.

The Semitic soldiers witnessed this qiē from the position, watching the war fortress in which Orlandini was riding fall to the ground, but no one spoke, let alone exclaimed, they just glanced at it, gave a sneer, and then continued to charge forward until they fell under the swords and bullets of the Rumans.

On 14 April, after killing a trench, the 1st Battalion of the Skeleton Division encountered a group of Ruman soldiers in red uniforms.

The defenders of Ruman and the Northern Army of the Marquis of Marleton penetrated the last Semitic positions and joined forces in victory.

(To be continued)