Whitson's use of the Bloodscar Clan as a "middleman" and the Biting Clan for private PY began before entering the Filthy Swamp, quietly pushing the matter forward, getting enough explosives from the "friendly forces" to surprise everyone under the Maginot Line.

So how much explosives are in the hands of the Chosen One?

Let's just say that the standard for its stockpiling of explosives is enough to blow up the Crimean fortress, and the demand is so large that friendly forces can only provide it in batches.

But after the collapse of the Brass Fortress, this dwarven explosive can be picked up in a few steps in that ruin, and the Biting Bone Clan can basically meet the needs of the central front without even having to collect it, and they themselves don't value it very much, because Gelman Biting has already invaded the Genoa Peninsula, which has been the most advanced engineering place on the continent for the past few hundred years, and other backward areas are simply not the same style.

Explosives: Anywhere, you can get a lot of them by opening up an engineering warehouse.

Therefore, in the face of the request for help from the central battlefield, the recent spring breeze has been proud, and King Gelman Biterner, who has spent every day in a pleasant slaughter and occupation, did not refuse, but provided Xu Gesen's side with what it needed as if showing off his martial arts.

The Bloodscar Clan is bullying Gelman Biting Bone and does not know the true identity of Xu Gesen.

If the bitten king knew that Xu Gesen was his lost brother since childhood, the only two bitten bloodlines in this generation of jackals, this dangerous business would probably not be done.

At the same time that Hygeson's army launched a ferocious attack on the Maginot Line, the Bloodscar Clan's transport team was still transporting explosives into the filthy swamp, and the Fort of Courage also got the news of the five pairs of wheels for them to go out to intercept the damn transport route, but the Bloodscar Clan also increased its strength this time, and in order to give birth to the Lord of the Hunt as soon as possible, they also mobilized a group of elites from the moss valley to ensure that the transportation of explosives could keep up with the progress of Hygeson's war.

In this case, the actions of the players will not completely reverse the current problems encountered in the defensive line, but the blowing up of the largest powder magazine in the swamp still makes the teeth of Xu Gesen, who is currently overseeing the battle near the Krimu Fortress, itch his teeth.

"What about losses? How many armies I put around there are gone? ”

The Chosen One looked at the messenger who had come to tell the news, and it roared:

"What the hell is going on? I laid out a whole three hundred hunting voters there! I put a fifth of my guard there, enough hunting priests to provide you with psionic support, how could it be like this overnight?

The Overseers there had better die last night, or I'll strangle it with my own hands!" ”

"It's astral ripping! The Grand Overseer. ”

The messenger trembled with fright, and explained in a loud voice:

"The undead Heroic Spirits of Translancia have formed a large army, and we confirm that the fierce assault force is all Heroic Spirits, and there is not a single native of Translasia, who used crazy tactics to break through the valley in an hour and blow up our powder magazine with very strange steel chariots.

But they themselves suffered heavy casualties.

Your loyal Overseers had intended to wipe out the Raiders, but the evil vampire Murphy didn't care about his warriors, and the astral rift descended as our army besieged the valley.

That valley and all the life around it were swept up in it, it was not our fear of the enemy, the Grand Overseer, it was the Transansians who used the most extreme tactics, and we had no way to resist the destructive forces from the astral plane. ”

"Huh? You say Murphy gathered all the undead Heroic Spirits under his command and used them? How many people were in that commando team last night? ”

Xu Gesen ignored the link of the astral tear, it quickly grasped the key point and asked, and the messenger who escaped death from the astral tear immediately replied:

"At least 5,000 people! Overseer, that's 5,000 undead Heroes! With their fierce tactics and crazy morale, we must have at least 20,000. No, 30,000 people will have to stop them!

Countless battles in the past have proven this, and we can't see the mad spirits of Translancia with the eyes of ordinary warriors! They can do anything."

"You've been terrified, poor worm, but considering that what you say is basically true, I won't punish you for it. But with five thousand Heroic Spirits at once, it seems that Murphy is really desperate. ”

When Xu Gesen heard this number, his heart suddenly understood.

Although it has no spies in Transnesia, it must be the approximate number of all Heroic Spirits based on the estimates of previous battles, which means that the entire Maginot Line will currently lack the assistance of the fierce undead who are a headache.

The biggest threat to those guys is not how strong their individual ability is, they are like nodes connecting the battle lines, as long as there is a place where they are active, the morale of those indigenous soldiers will be significantly strengthened.

There are people who dare to fight and fight without fear of death to lead the team, and even a group of cowards will be stirred up to be brave.

And now, with the immortals all gone, and the Transancians revealing their true colors, Hygeson immediately realized that this was a great opportunity!

It had at least three days to undisturbed command of a large army to launch a devastating assault on the Transansians, and in the best case, it could crush the morale of the opposing side and capture a section or two of the defenses.

Although the largest powder magazine was blown up, Hygeson still had some explosives in his hands that could be distributed to the elite.

But it had to choose the most suitable place to assault in order to launch an effective three-day assault, and even though it had nearly 400,000 men at its disposal, launching an all-out assault in the face of a long defensive line was still an unacceptable option, which meant that the forces would be dispersed.

Glancing at the messenger, Hurgeson asked:

"Murphy's banner is on the front near that blown up powder magazine, right?"

"Yes, sir."

The messenger replied with his tail lowered:

"By the time I set out to report to you, the nearby Overseers had already moved on the position of the evil leader Murphy, hoping to atone for your sins by defeating it and capturing the vampires alive.

And I've seen with my own eyes that the leader of the bandits of Translasia, the hateful and cunning vampire Murphy, personally led his people's army to defend against the enemy on the battlefield! ”

"He's on it all personally? Well, it looks like a signal."

Shügerson nodded, and after a moment of silence, he immediately summoned one of his trusted Grand Overseers, and told him to leave with his orders and the messenger to command the battle in the central and western sections of the line.

Since Murphy had personally extended an invitation to war to the Gnolls in such a face-saving manner, it was also happy to give a clear and ferocious response as the commander-in-chief.

If he could, Hygson would have preferred to have his own army go to war with the Morphians led by Murphy, but unfortunately, Hygson had to stay here in the Crimean Fortress for now, just as Murphy had a plan, and Hygeson had his own plans.

At the entrance to its tent, the Chosen One looked up at the majestic fortress that stood in the mountains in the distance.

For hundreds of years since the establishment of the Crimean Fortress, this fortress known as the "Impenetrable Wall" has been defending the beautiful Kakhovka Plain in the rear, it was once a symbol of the Portian Confederacy to stop the Black Plague, and now it belongs to Nordtov, the country protected by the god of the north wind, the country marked by the wolf, the country that also participated in the war, the country that seemed to be stronger than Translasia, but in fact it was strong and powerful.

Xu Gesen's eyes flickered with a cold light, and he reached out to grasp a star-beating wolf tooth hanging in front of him, and asked softly:

"So, how long will it take you?"

"The wolves are already in place, I'm just waiting for an opportunity."

The voice of the silver wolf Kherson was transmitted to the heart of the Chosen One with its wolf fangs, and in a lazy but undisguised expectation, she said:

"Continue to put pressure on them, Shügeson, and Lady Nordetor will soon seek their God to give them the strength to fight the calamity, and the moment that divine power is connected to the kingdom of God of my aging father, the moment when the kingdom of God is opened, is the moment of glory for you and me.

I promise you a victory on earth, and you will bring me the defeat of the gods.

Forget the cunning Murphy and his unbelievably tenacious Transasia, the poor, rampant, and undead ghost of the Heroic Soul is not worth pursuing, and the Nords ruled by a little girl are clearly better Giants with Feet of Clay.

Believe me!

You'll reap a victory worthy of the King of the Bone-Biting Bones. ”

"Well, I've been looking forward to it, Your Majesty."

Xu Gesen replied.

It let go of the wolf's fangs and took the initiative to cut off the communication, glanced at the towering Crimean fortress in front of it, wagged its tail and turned around and walked into the tent, a few seconds later, a loud bang exploded in front, and with the excited roar of the jackals, another outpost fortress was taken by kobolds with sapper tactics.

Hmm, bombs. It's so easy to use!

——

"Boom"

The kobold who crawled out of the ground didn't have time to scan his surroundings before his head was pierced by a flying bullet.

But the loss of life of the dog-legged thing did not mean that the bad luck it brought was gone, and several explosive bombs strapped to the kobold still exploded three seconds later, covering the corner of the position with lightning fire.

Several KPA fighters who were fighting the enemy with muskets were smashed on their heads and bleeding from the flying earth and rocks, but they did not dare to put down their weapons at all, they had to shoot constantly, and in front of them were the armed kobolds and their murderous masters who were charging in front of them.

There was already a river of blood on Murphy's position.

Since the quick and precise blast that the players had done last night, the gnolls had been enraged and had a swift counterattack, with the first wave of charges crashing into Murphy's position in the early hours of the morning, though the kobolds and gnolls were shattered before they could even touch Murphy's blade under the heavy artillery bombardment that was placed.

But that was only the beginning of the next bloody battle.

The heavy artillery above the defense line continued to fire and bombard, and every time the shells landed, they would create terrifying casualties at the landing point, and the more flexible field artillery continued to shoot accurate barrage support, but it still could not stop the kobold sappers from digging from the ground to blast, and the speed of the gnollus wolf cavalry who were on the berserk was so fast that they could rush into the trenches to launch a wave of surprise attacks during the interval between artillery loading.

The fighting here has not even stopped since the early hours of the morning, the shells are consumed so fast that the logistics officer scolds his mother, and the barbed wire fence used to stop the enemy has even been smashed away by the constantly attacking gnolls.

It is no longer known how much blood has been shed on the earth, nor how many deaths have been shaped, but the Lord of the Hunt clearly enjoys such wars.

In the eyes of Murphy, who was constantly slashing, the howling gnolls and brute soldiers were all red-eyed, and their bodies were wrapped in a strange blood-colored shimmer, they were more ferocious and fanatical than usual, and even seemed to have lost their self-consciousness and only the desire to destroy that was poured into their minds.

It was a spiritual stimulus that was even higher than berserk, and it was obviously the power of the Lord of the Hunt that resonated with the Gnoll followers in the material world, and through the constant accumulation of death and blood, a super-large "divine force field" had been formed here.

In Trace's words, it has become a place of sacrifice for the Lord of the Hunt!

Every life that dies here will give back power to the evil god, as in the case of the Genoa Peninsula.

The scene that the Lord of the Hunt had been waiting for had become a reality, and Murphy and his position and his warriors were dragged into the sacrifice, but it was inevitable, and Murphy could not have ordered the warriors to lay down their arms and not resist because of the formation of this divine force field.

The Lord of the Transans has also fulfilled his contract with the players, and he has been in front of the battle since the beginning of the battle, and has never taken a step back.

The necessary evil in his left hand and the Sun Knife in his right hand continued to rise and fall, slashing every gnoll who came close to him to death in the most efficient way, the potential had begun to burn, and the power of Murphy's ancestors was being used one after another, and those strange and powerful powers were constantly changing.

Murphy is already immersed in the perception of strength and skill, and he must find the most suitable "permutation" among the many combinations of ancestral powers, which is destined to be a long and time-consuming job in terms of the power items he has now, and fortunately, Murphy has accumulated enough potential in his "long" black iron career, and the characteristics of the Eternals allow him to persevere until the moment when he breaks out of the cocoon and becomes a butterfly.

But just because he can hold on and enjoy this kind of battle without thinking too much and just swinging his sword doesn't mean that everyone else will be able to persevere.

It has been a full seven hours of fighting since the early morning, so that the defenders in front of Murphy's position have changed two stubbles, although they are not annihilated but actively rotated, but only seven hours of fierce fighting have made the manpower consumption on this position reach an unprecedented level.

"The casualties are very high, Grand Duke, the Third Wing of the People's Army lost a third of its men in just an hour after going up, and the withdrawn fighters did not get enough rest at all."

On the artillery positions in front and rear, Adele, who had returned in blood, reported to Archduke Trace, who was sitting here in place of Murphy:

"The Sentinels of the Thorn Clan have also sent back the news that all the troops of the Jackals within thirty kilometers of the middle line of the line are gathering here, and they want to use their master's position as a breakthrough to retaliate.

We must also request reinforcements from other positions!

At least support ammunition is needed, and our artillery is fighting at high intensity, and the rate of ammunition consumption has reached three times that of normal conditions! ”

"What are you telling me all this for?"

Tracey expressionlessly threw a super-large lightning storm into the dense kobolds in front of her, and she even became indifferent to her answer while she was in a spell casting state.

She said:

"I'm not a military genius, Murphy will kill the enemy on the front line and go to the commander!"

"The commander and his lieutenant were just killed by kobolds."

Adele whispered:

"According to the command sequence, you are now the commander."

"Then do as you want, and I'm here to fulfill my duties as a 'psionic turret'."

Raising the lightning staff and calling for the thunderous Traces, she said:

"By the way, let Kudel send a new commander over, and let the Earth Priests shoulder their duties for me, and seal the kobolds' route to dig the ground!"

"Yes!"

Adele immediately turned around and flew to the location of the communication company, but as soon as she took off, she saw a ball of fire explode in the middle of the position, and the explosion was so large that the entire fire point was dumbfounded, but more than ten seconds later, the unique gunfire of the blood vulture claw sounded in the smoke, killing the kobolds who broke through from the ground one by one.

The Translancians are fighting.

Even without the leadership of the Immortal Spirits, they are still fighting.

The gnolls tried to crush them, but at least in the first day's battle, their plans fell through, but it was only half of the first day, and Murphy and his warriors needed to hold out for three full days with such a desperate intensity, would they be able to fight until the moment Valhalla opened?

Will we really make it to that point?

Adele, who had folded her wings and landed on the position of the communications company, asked herself, and then she looked at the tireless figure at the front of the position.

Master Murphy will not retreat, Adele knows this, if the worst comes, Master Murphy will go to the end with his territory, just like the captain and his ship.

We can do it!

Sister E said to herself, then picked up the intercom handed by the communication soldier and said to the other end:

"The lord's position needs a new commander, and an adjutant to send it over! Please quickly deploy ammunition and supplies here, and if you can, send the reserves of the Central Line here. ”

"Roger! I'll go over in person, please hold on! ”

"Master Kuder? You came here in person, what to do with the central position? ”

"It's only a tentative attack, but our Governor's side has undoubtedly become the eye of the storm on the entire defensive line, and if something happens to Master Murphy, the whole of Transencia will blame me, and I can't afford to do it."

(End of chapter)