This is the back of the Demon Coalition array, and it is very vague to see the earthen city in front here.

Because the battle had just begun, two soldiers of the Slave Legion were sitting on the ground waiting for orders. The soldiers sat in separate piles, with a handful of officers and a large number of Overseers patrolling around on horseback.

Because the combat effectiveness of the slave army is really limited, rushing into the battlefield is equivalent to death, and it takes a lot of manpower to clean up the battlefield afterwards, so these slaves with the lowest combat effectiveness are arranged in the last position, ready to serve as coolies after the battle.

These people are composed of a fully organized slave legion and the remnants of several other slave legions, which have suffered heavy casualties in the battle of the previous few days, and the command simply divided the surviving members of several legions into one place for easy management...... It means to be convenient for surveillance.

And the dead slaves, of course, were dug and buried, and no one cared about the minor injuries, but the serious injuries ...... Of course, it was still dug and buried.

As soon as the attack began, the shouts of killing in front of him were heard in gusts of wind, and the sound made the officers and soldiers on their horses itch. There is a tradition among the Demon Alliance: in a decisive battle like this, in order to boost morale, as long as the enemy army is defeated, the loot usually goes to the captured soldiers.

The general booty includes: except for the enemy's weapons and materials, and all the goods except those needed by the commanders at all levels. And of course all the female creatures of the enemy army or within fifty miles of the rear of the enemy position - as long as you have the ability.

The enemy army was only one legion, and they suffered heavy casualties by holding Tucheng for ten days, and now there are at most 30,000 or 40,000 people. And their own soldiers are strong and strong, look at the catapults like a forest, look at the surging crowd, and know that today's battle is determined to win.

Think about the benefits of the end of the war...... These guys are already getting hot and dry.

Soon after the offensive began. The officers had already gathered in groups and talked in twos and threes. The Warlords are no better than that. Staring at a slave is a heart-wrenching chore. As a slave soldier, it's already time to snicker if you can survive on the battlefield, who says that these demented consumables really dare to turn the sky?

The slave soldiers were still sitting lifelessly, and the drumming that had come from the earthen city last night had disturbed them, and they had heard it again just before the attack.

They lived here before the Great War of Gods and Demons, and were not captured until the eve of the war. A person who grew up on the dividing line between gods and demons, regardless of the tribe he belongs to, is very familiar with the Ten Movements.

Although the rhythm is a bit weird. But it was ten movements, yes! The tune had been in their flesh since the day it was born, and even the blood in their veins flowed with the beat of the drum.

They knew what the drum was telling, and when the song "Sadness" sounded, countless slave soldiers bowed their heads at the same time. They did not dare to let the officers see the tears in their eyes...... If you don't act according to the will of your superiors, you will be whipped even if you steal your tears.

They also knew what was going on - whatever it was that was the one who died, it was the miserable people who were at the front. And this drum beat is so large-scale that the message conveyed in it is unmistakable that more than 10,000 people have died.

Forget it, the dead are just one step earlier, and they will die one day. Although it is of the same race. What about the same village, the same family! Can the slaves on both sides have any other choice than tearing and killing? If you want to hate, you will hate that you have grown up on this dividing line! If you want to hate, you will hate that you are a slave! If you want to hate, you will hate that you are a human being!

The slaves held back their tears, their fingers digging deep into the dirt, and their hearts were dull to death.

A tall slave soldier sniffled, took back the hand he had just inserted into the dirt, wiped away his tears, and turned his head, only to find that his companion was unknown to him.

"You...... The Legion?" the tall slave lowered his voice, "You'll be killed if you run around!"

With the remnants of other legions joining, and the management of the Slave Legion not keeping up, it's not surprising that there are unknown companions in the queue, but it's strange that this guy is still arching around in the queue.

"Hey...... I can't find the queue anymore. The companion smiled apologetically, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

It seems that he is a new slave who does not know the military regulations...... The tall slave sighed, secretly glanced at the officer in the distance, and then whispered, "When the officer asks, just say that you are with me, and my name is Maru." ”

"Well, Brother Maru," his companion nodded gratefully, "My name is Chatai, and I will follow you." ”

The lives of slaves are not worth mentioning in the eyes of the Demon Alliance, an officer usually has to manage hundreds of soldiers, and the means of management are other than whips and blades, so will he remember what his slaves look like? Many officers simply think that all slaves are the same - lowly!

In such cases, the slaves were strictly hierarchical according to their own elders, and formed small groups with villages or tribes that were not known to outsiders. These small groups have their own leaders and continue to follow the traditions of their clans, which are maintained to the extent possible.

This is not surprising, even among prisoners of war. As long as the slaves are obedient, the officers will not care about these things at all, in fact they can't control what they want, you can stop the slaves from doing anything, but you can't stop the slaves from thinking. Although the existence of these groups did not solve any practical problems, it could satisfy the psychological needs of the slaves, who needed to be controlled by people they identified with. Living in fear every day, this sense of belonging is important to them.

Maru was the leader of a small group of more than thirty people, all on the same team. He had always thought that it was his duty to take care of such a new slave, but he did not know that this shy young man was no longer a slave...... He was an officer, a lieutenant officer from the Elite Scout Regiment of the Divine Alliance Army opposite.

He had sneaked in the previous night, Chatai was his real name, and he was accompanied by more than a hundred people, all of whom had infiltrated their respective targets as planned.

Chatai also grew up on the dividing line between gods and demons. Familiar with all the one qiē of the slaves. This includes linguistic characteristics, habits of life, true thoughts, and even vices - before fleeing to Cohen's province. He was originally a refugee.

While the officer wasn't paying attention, Chatai and Maru talked in a whisper. Both of them were from the Yunling tribe, and the two quickly recognized their relatives, because Chatai was the cousin of the brother-in-law of the second brother-in-law of Malu's eldest aunt, the youngest son's brother-in-law, and the cousin......

When the relationship between the two was great, the battle situation ahead was also fierce...... No, the battle was a one-sided fierce battle, and the divine alliance forces in Tucheng did not show up at all.

The 27th Legion of the Demon Alliance has arrived under the city walls, unlike the Slave Legion. This regiment is an elite division with strict military discipline and reasonable staffing of officers. The long-range catapult stopped firing after almost destroying the walls of the earth city, and under the impact of thousands of siege vehicles of various types of demon alliances, the city walls began to collapse in the whole section, and these collapses became passages, and the slaves who survived the previous battle were driven to the front to enter the earth city first, and the more than 10,000 soldiers caused more traps in the process of marching, and the screams came one after another.

After opening the hole in the wall, the officers instructed the soldiers to fill the siege vehicles that had completed their mission into traps, and the collapsed walls were not wasted in filling the traps like earth and stones, paving the way for the follow-up troops.

The troops of the 27th Main Battle Regiment began to pour into the city from more than a dozen passages, in order to give them enough time to organize their formation. The Warlords brutally forced the slave soldiers to charge first.

The houses on the streets near the city walls had long since been emptied by the Divine Alliance, and the nearest buildings were two miles away. Although the open space left behind for about two miles looks empty, everyone knows that this area contains great dangers.

After the slaughter on the city walls, the slave soldiers were already suffering, and many of them were full of tears and their spirits were on the verge of collapse. For those who were new to the battlefield, they watched tens of thousands of their comrades being slaughtered by their own troops...... The shock was unparalleled. The mutilated corpse, the scarlet bloodstains, the screams that are still in my ears...... are reminding them that death is so terrible!

I have to say that death is terrible, but the torment before death can make people even more crazy, and these poor people, they have been tormented by this torment for a long time.

With tears of despair, the slaves moved.

Cohen Al Aeda, his gaze crossed the battlefield and saw this qiē clearly.

"There's a chance!" he shouted, loud enough to startle everyone in the command post.

"Move the command post to the wall behind!" Before he could finish speaking, Cohen had already run out. A group of staff officers did so without even thinking about it, grabbing the map and carrying the equipment, dividing five by two, and an improvised command post appeared in the place designated by Cohen, right next to Gardnan, the leading drum.

"Change the movement!" Cohen rushed all the way to Gardnam, pointing to the front of the enemy army in the distance and shouted, "They are of your kindred, tell them with the sound of drums, they don't have to die!"

Gardnam's hand trembled, and the drum almost fell.

"Hurry!" Cohen yelled, "they're going to storm!"

The scale of the hundred-sided drum performance, can the movement be changed or changed? Gardnan cursed in his heart, stretched out his arms, and shouted loudly.

The drummer next to him stopped the drum at the same time and looked at him, and Gardnan's old face suddenly turned red, but he could only complain in his heart.

Once again, he severely broke the tradition, because the method of stopping the drum with a roar could only be used during the patriarch's abdication ceremony, and the roar had to give way to someone else. But...... Who can he give it to now?

The shape is pressing, and Gardenan only beats the drum again with a red face, and the rhythm is together, which is a mutual inquiry in ten movements!

While it's true that Gardnan is an old stubborn, a man who can be the temporary leader of hundreds of thousands of refugees is not stupid. When Cohen shouted for a change of movement, Gardnan understood what he meant, and this was the perfect piece of music for each other.

The whole village and the whole clan are fleeing, and the refugees have no means of communication with each other, so is it okay? And the terrain on the dividing line between gods and demons is complicated, up and down the mountains, and around the rivers, usually the sound can be heard and cannot walk together. In this case, the only option is to communicate with the sound of drums. Over time, the movement of mutual inquiries has developed a melody that can exchange information in any situation, but many of the twists and turns in this movement can be experienced by refugees.

The changed drum sound was heard, and the sound of the drum triggered the imprint of the music that remained in the souls of the slaves, and the slave soldiers who were on the way to the impact couldn't help but stop.

The Warlords in the back shouted loudly. A burst of crossbow arrows knocked down dozens of people! The slave soldiers had to rush forward again. But the bolts from behind and the drums from front. But it inevitably made the slaves have something else in their hearts. Slaves are also human beings, and if they are human beings, they are intelligent and dull, and among the more than 10,000 slave soldiers, there are many intelligent people.

Suddenly, a slave soldier sped up and rushed past the rest of the queue to the front.

This was followed by the second, the third, and the fourth...... More and more slaves rushed to the front.

"It's faster!" Cohen on the rampart of the city almost didn't scratch his scalp. "What do you mean?"

"Look at the feet of those people!" said Gardnam, cloaking his hands and shouting, "they are responding to us with their footsteps!"

Indeed, the people who rushed to the front were moving forward with a peculiar pace to the beat of the drums, which made their running posture look a little weird.

Cohen couldn't understand it, so he had to ask Gardnan beside him, "What do they mean?"

"They are answering: You can't help yourself! Danger comes from the rear!"

"Sue them, divide them into two ways, and I'll take care of the overseers behind them! There will be no danger when they get to the place I designate!" Cohen shouted excitedly, "Can you tell them the direction and timing of their march?"

"Yes!"

"Karos!" order the elven archers to go out at once. Shoot the Overseers behind the enemy!Order the traps on both sides of the field to be closed immediately!" Cohen turned his head and ordered, "Send more men to pacify those slaves!

"Yes!" for the order came so suddenly. Let the command post jump up and down for a while.

"Okay!" Seeing that hundreds of elven archers had already met him from the front, Cohen waved his right arm, "Gardnan!"

Gardnan scolded again in his heart, and when he raised his head and yelled, the drum beat changed again!

Hearing this long series of hurried and dense drum beats, a cheer rang out from the Demon Alliance's shock formation! The slaves quickened their pace, so fast that the 27th Legion, which was still organizing the formation behind, was surprised.

The elven archers who rushed out of the Divine Alliance had stopped, the clusters of arrows on the war bows flashed with cold light, and in the traps under the left and right positions of the Divine Alliance, the Sand soldiers were using giant logs to resist the traps.

"These lowly slaves, are they crazy?" In the Demon Alliance's formation, the commander of the 27th Legion was shouting, his legion had been completed, and he could immediately attack, as long as he crossed those earthy yellow streets, he could kill under the city wall behind him in one fell swoop, which was a distance of up to five miles.

Hearing the ever-changing drumbeats, he thought to himself, "The Phantom Legion is going to do such a stupid thing." ”

But the turn of events made him angry. To the beat of the drums, the Warlords who followed the slaves kept falling off their horses, not understanding that the Warlords were far out of the range of the opponent's bows and arrows.

And what happened next made him even more angry.

The slave soldiers gradually divided into two groups, cheering and rushing into the streets of the city from the left and right, and then came to a neat stop, and in a short time they disappeared behind the messy earthen walls.

Although I didn't take these slaves seriously, it was too bizarre, and while the slave soldiers were approaching all the way, the Phantom Legion's killer features, those headache-inducing traps, actually didn't work. No, it should be said that the Phantom Legion did not resist at all.

Then there is only one possibility left for this, these slaves...... These lowly slaves have surrendered en masse!

There was no time to think about when these lowly slaves had colluded with the enemy, so he gave an order, and the two regiments of the vanguard of the 27th Legion of the Demon Alliance began to march slowly in a neat pace.

But this news caused a lot of shock in the command post of the Demon Alliance......

"Report to the sir, the slave soldiers in front of the 27th Regiment have surrendered en masse—" A sweaty herald ran into the command post, and was kicked unconscious by His Excellency the Lieutenant General just as he could say this.

"Sir!" this action surprised the lieutenant general's subordinates.

The herald fell to the ground, his helmet falling to one side, his face scratched, and the blood flowing from the wound stained a large chunk of the ground.

The lieutenant general ignored the others, his eyes stared straight at the bloodstain, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and finally His Excellency the lieutenant general simply closed his eyes.

"Carry him out," he said for a long time, "heal." ”

Since last night, the enemy has given him too much shock, and His Excellency Lieutenant General has once again learned the power of the Phantom Legion. Even a fool now knows to tread carefully.

With a heavy exhalation, the lieutenant general began to walk back and forth in the command post. He was able to reach the rank of lieutenant general in the Demon Alliance, and in addition to his family background and being good at drilling camps, he also had a lot of combat achievements. Now, after a few stimuli, this guy has put aside other distracting thoughts, and the understanding of the battle situation in his mind has gradually become clear.

"Staff officer," said His Excellency the Lieutenant General in a very calm tone, "I have ordered that the slave regiments in the rear be strictly guarded, and that the overseers be tripled. ”

"Yes sir!"

The lieutenant general, who had regained his composure, walked over to the map and slowly ran his fingers across the earthen city.

"By blocking the view of our command post with a ruined wall, our army will not be able to respond in time. Voluntarily abandon the walls and retreat, avoiding the catapult strikes of our army. Interfering with the rest of our army at night, and then colluding with the slave legions, continuously shaking the belief that our army will win, presumably the morale of the troops in front has been affected......" Fingers tapped lightly on the map, and he suddenly woke up in his mind and understood the tactical thinking of the opposing commander today.

"Order, move the command post forward to the city wall!" the lieutenant general ordered loudly, "The flag moves with me!"

"But sir, today's battle is changeable, and that place is more dangerous!" the staff officer immediately stopped, "You are the supreme commander of our army, you can't go until the situation is unclear!"

"That's right, I'm a lieutenant general, but I'm a glorious soldier of the Demon Alliance! I'm the commander-in-chief, but I'm the heart of the army! The whole army puts their lives in my hands, they trust me, how can I not trust them! There are three soldiers of the main battle legion who are fighting bloodily, how can the Phantom Legion hurt me in the slightest!" Listening to the sound of the 27th Army in front of him, the lieutenant general sorted out the ribbon on his military uniform, "Where the flag of the Demon Alliance Army arrives, the officers and men of our army will definitely be the first!" The prestige of the Demon Alliance is reached, how can the enemy army resist it!"

"Yes sir!"

A moment later, the group mounted their horses and rushed out, passing the marching army, the black flag of the Demon Alliance flying high.

The lieutenant general rode on his horse with a solemn expression, his military uniform decorated with various medals was straight, the streamers on his military hat stretched in the wind, and a pure black cloak behind him made a "hunting" sound. Looking at the marching soldiers under the horse, the lieutenant general who took the lead suddenly raised his right arm and shouted with all his might, "Our army will win! Long live the alliance!"

The strength of the main battle legion of the Demon Alliance cannot be underestimated, and the shouts of the lieutenant general attracted countless soldiers to respond, and waves of cries were overwhelming, and the shadows of the defection of the slave soldiers were swept away.

"Our army will win! Long live the Alliance!"

The flag was moved forward, and the lieutenant general personally led the army into battle, which made the soldiers excited, and they responded to the lieutenant general loudly, and the morale of the demon coalition army was suddenly high. Amid the shouts of more than 100,000 soldiers, black military flags were planted on the city wall, and the distance between the command posts of the two armies was only five or six miles.

The two main generals will stand on the two walls and command their soldiers, and they have used this small earthen city as a chessboard to fight to the death here! (To be continued......