In the Northernmost Port of the Kingdom of Everwinter.
"Don't push! Get in line! "
"Throw away your luggage. Don't bring it on board! The King of Graycastle will give you enough food and clothes. If you want to live, throw them into the water! "
"Hurry up! Women and children first! "
The port was crowded with refugees. Many of them were rushing to the ships that were raising their sails. If the First Army and the Lord's Guards had not maintained order with their swords, the narrow trestles would have become a road to hell where the strong preyed on the weak.
"Captain, this ship … I'm afraid it's not enough." The guard looked back worriedly. At this time, a ship full of refugees was slowly leaving the port.
"He must be a real man to dare to come to the Northernmost Port at this time." Uncle Sang's eyes never left the muzzle. In just three or four days, the Red Mist had spread from the top of the Impassable Mountain to the Northernmost Port. It was like thick blood hanging on the skyline, making people feel depressed.
"Boss … will you save a seat for us?" the man muttered.
"If it's Nail," Uncle Sang said with a smile, "even if he doesn't get on the ship himself, he'll make room for us."
More than half a month ago, they received an order to leave the Hermes Plateau for the northernmost city of the Kingdom of Everwinter. Compared with guarding the Holy City, Nail was much more relaxed after receiving the new order. He talked a lot more on the way and started working as soon as they arrived at the Northernmost Port.
They were not the first to arrive at the Graycastle in the Kingdom of Everwinter. More of their comrades had already gone to other parts of the kingdom to evacuate the residents. At first, the evacuation did not go smoothly. It was not until the appearance of the Crimson Moon that the situation improved. This was all due to the rumor that the Crimson Moon represented the end of the world. Therefore, when the Crimson Moon really appeared in the sky, many local people were scared out of their wits and directly went to the military station to ask to leave.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long.
Only four or five days later, the news of the Red Mist came from the frontline.
Within the same day, the First Army fought with the demons.
They didn't know the outcome of the battle, but the result was that all the vanguard squads began to retreat to the south. Nail's squad also received the order to retreat to the next port.
However, in these few days, the number of refugees increased several times. Every day, tens of thousands of people came to the Northernmost Port and begged the ships to take them away. Nail could not just sit back and do nothing. He built a simple line of defense on the spot and informed the rear troops by flying messengers, asking for more ships. As a result, the evacuation plan was delayed for several days.
However, Uncle Sang knew that once the news spread, fewer and fewer ships would dare to sail to the north. These Fjords merchant ships who had been paid by His Majesty would not risk their lives for him. They might leave the port, but they would never arrive. Based on the current situation, this would be the last batch of ships to sail to the north.
Fortunately, Nail should also know this, so he asked them to bury the explosives early in the morning. Firstly, they could resist the enemy when necessary, and secondly, they could destroy the equipment that could not be taken away, lest it fall into the hands of the demons.
"Captain, there's smoke rising in front!" someone shouted.
"Again …" Uncle Sang spat on the ground and said, "Everyone, get into position!"
In the absence of enough manpower and witches to investigate, the ancient way of communication came into play again.
This was not the first time that the demons had visited the Northernmost Port. There were several demon corpses lying in the field outside the town. According to the handbook distributed by their superiors, they were almost Mad Demons. Although the demons were sparse and low-level, it meant that they had indeed appeared on the land of the Kingdom of Everwinter and were gradually approaching the town as the Red Mist spread.
Nail's squad had been stationed in Hermes since the Battle of Coldwind Ridge and had not participated in the expedition against the Taquila. Although Uncle Sang had heard a lot of rumors, it was the first time for him to fight against the demons. Over the past few days, Uncle Sang concluded that as long as the Mad Demons were not within 200 meters, they were easier to deal with than the church's Scourge.
Therefore, he was not too worried about the smoke rising in front of him. On the contrary, he was very concerned about Nail's next decision. There was no doubt that the remaining two ships could not take all the refugees out of this place. How should the boss deal with the rest of the refugees? Should he leave them to fend for themselves or take them to the south along the coastline?
Just then, the first Mad Demon appeared outside the barbed wire fence on the street.
Uncle Sang could not help but frown.
Like most port towns, the Northernmost Port did not have a city wall. Therefore, the defense line was set on the main road of the dock. Except for the refugees, the rest of the residents had already been evacuated. It was not surprising that the demons were attracted here. What surprised him was that the scouts were still nowhere to be seen. Theoretically, they should have retreated after lighting the beacon and returned to the defense line faster than the demons.
Gradually, more Mad Demons appeared from the corner of the street and swarmed toward the dock.
"Fire!"
Two machine gun squads fired at the end of the street at the same time and rained bullets on the demons. The demons reacted quickly and immediately used the surrounding buildings as their hiding places. When the smoke dissipated, only two corpses were left hanging on the barbed wire fence.
Soon, gunshots were heard from the rooftops.
Apparently, the demons had encountered the sniper team that had been waiting for them for a long time.
This was how the sniper team defended the port. Considering that the field of vision in the town was not as wide as that in the suburbs, what he had done the most over the past week was to set up roadblocks. Whether it was to dump garbage or demolish houses, nine out of ten alleys leading to the dock were blocked, and each block occupied an entire street. These roadblocks could not prevent the demons from moving, but they could effectively delay them. If the demons did not want to waste time clearing and climbing over the roadblocks, they would have to break through the main road blocked by machine guns.
The next step was to fight the demons, suppress them with firepower, and continue to look for cover. The demons should be small in number. Based on the current situation, it was unlikely that they would rush to the defense line and throw their spears. At this time, they should choose to retreat. However, the demons were still stubbornly hiding, as if they wanted to exhaust the First Army's ammunition.
In terms of perseverance, this small team of demons was much more tenacious than the ones they had seen a few days ago. It was as if they had seen a lot of bullets.
Uncle Sang sneered. If the God's Punishment Army knew this trick, they would not be able to withstand it. Unfortunately, the First Army was much more well-equipped now. Their 100-soldier team was equipped with four Mark I machine guns, which could easily last them for a day. If they continued to fight, the demons would die here sooner or later.
However, a sudden change occurred at this moment!
Uncle Sang heard a loud bang and saw a cloud of dust rise from the building to the north of the dock. A giant armored creature smashed through layers of stone walls and climbed out of the ruins.
"A Spider Demon?" the soldier asked in surprise.
"Prepare the anti-demon grenades!"
Uncle Sang's heart sank. The handbook did mention a kind of demon that looked like a spider, but this one looked different from the ones they had seen before.
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