When they heard the first explosion, Jodel's team followed Brian's order and rushed out of their hiding places one by one.
But before they could take a few steps, another earth-shattering noise came from the north! The noise was so loud that it even stirred up the dust on the ruins. The ground shook so violently that they almost fell to the ground.
Jodel steadied himself and looked in the direction of the Tusk City in surprise. Because he was at a low position, he could only see an orange fireball rising with billowing smoke, like a fist waving towards the sky. Around the fireball, the Red Mist was brightly illuminated, as if the sky was burning.
The Sand Nation's eyes were filled with fear.
This scene … could only be described as the Wrath of the Three Gods!
"Don't be afraid!" Jodel clenched his teeth, raised his arms and shouted, "That's the chief's way to deal with the enemy! It's the demons who should be afraid! "
His words made everyone come back to their senses.
"Yes, it's the chief's Heavenly Fire!"
"Don't stop! Keep going!"
The stagnant team started running again. People kept coming out from the cracks in the walls, the windows, the corners of the collapsed houses, and joined the attacking team. Soon, this inconspicuous group of people became an unstoppable tide, rushing toward the Tusk City.
Jodel was the first to run.
Although he had been convinced by the chief for a long time, he always thought that the Sand Nation was better at fighting than the northerners, especially a warrior from a small clan like him who was born in a barren oasis and had been fighting with death since he was a child. It wasn't just bows and arrows, even if it was a gun, it would be the same. After receiving Brian's training, he had even developed a unique skill. Not only was he good at target shooting, but he could also hit the target while running.
Now was undoubtedly the time to prove himself.
Not only did he want to be the first to rush into the city, but he also wanted to be the first to win the battle.
He wanted Jodel's name to be known by the whole army!
However, when the troops climbed up the slope and saw the city wall of the Tusk City, a terrible heat wave swept over them. For a moment, Jodel almost thought that he was back in the Southernmost Region, and that he was still on the top of a sand dune in the middle of summer.
The hot air scorched his skin, making it hard for him to even open his eyes.
The people behind them weren't any better.
It was as if the whole team had crashed into an invisible wall. Their speed slowed down, and some of the northerners who had rushed to the front even ran back pathetically. They crouched down at the bottom of the slope, as if they could avoid the sudden heat by doing so.
Jodel forced himself to walk a few dozen steps, feeling that something was wrong.
The fireball that rose into the air had already been extinguished, leaving only a ring of smoke that was still spreading. A piece of the Red Mist that had originally covered the sky was missing, as if it had been bitten off by a giant beast. The surrounding mist did not immediately fill in, instead forming a large arc of emptiness.
Through the open city gate, he saw that the ground inside the city seemed to be churning with heat waves. The contours of the buildings had become extremely distorted, especially the wooden houses that had been destroyed by the explosion. The scattered scorched black pillars were like the claws of a demon that had reached out from the ground. The enemies did not rush over to stop them, nor did they flee in panic. In fact, he could not find any trace of the demons.
At the same time, Jodel felt that he could not breathe. The surging heat around him made him dare not open his mouth to breathe. His body also seemed to resist moving forward. Every step was as heavy as a mountain.
"Damn it … when did I become so weak?"
The city wall was not far away, but he felt that he had lost all his strength and his vision was blurring.
Jodel staggered and fell to the ground.
The last thing he saw was Farry's disgusted face as he dragged him away.
…
The outcome of this battle was completely beyond the expectations of Iron Axe and the General Staff.
According to the original plan, most of the outer city would be turned into a sea of fire by the rows of burning barrels that surrounded the northern part of the royal city. The raging flames would not only engulf the flammable houses, but also incinerate the Red Mist inside and outside the city. This would make the Tusk City an "isolated island" for the time being, and the demons who did not carry breathing devices would inevitably fall into chaos and panic.
The final decision was made by the ambush troops. Although Roland did not know the exact number of the demons, according to his previous intelligence, the demons would deploy their troops according to the number of people they occupied. The fact that the Tusk City had been evacuated would definitely be noticed by the scouts of the enemies. Therefore, during the first few days when the Red Mist covered the city, there would not be more than 500 enemies entering the city. In other words, the First Army would have an absolute advantage in both numbers and momentum.
As for how many enemies they could kill in the end, that was not the focus of this battle. After all, in order to avoid the detection of the Devilbeasts, the soldiers had to hide in secret passages and ruins, and all the heavy weapons were useless. It was not difficult to suppress the enemies with rifles and anti-demon grenades, but it was difficult to chase after the enemies.
The main purpose of this battle was to reduce the demons' momentum. As long as the demons realized that the retreating human beings still had the ability to fight back, they would be able to relieve the pressure on the evacuating troops.
However, the battle came to an abrupt end at the stage of the "explosion".
The expected wall of fire did not appear. Instead, it turned into an earth-shattering explosion. King's City, where the flames swept across, became a forbidden area. The ambush troops did not even have the chance to cross the city gate before they were forced back by the heatwave. Some of them even suffered burns and fainted. At this point, it was obvious that the follow-up attack could not be carried out.
Of course, this did not mean that the battle was a failure. Iron Axe could even feel the scorching air outside the city wall, so he could easily imagine the situation inside the city.
It had never been proven that the demons could withstand the heat better than humans.
The only thing that Iron Axe regretted was that he could not go to the battlefield himself to see the specific results of this battle. He did not know when the temperature inside the city would drop, and this was obviously not a good place to stay.
"Sir, all the troops have retreated from the Tusk Castle. We're the only ones left." Brian walked into the temporary command center, his eyes full of excitement. For him, who had witnessed this scene in a real battle without experiencing the test of the new weapon, this battle was indeed a scene that he would remember for the rest of his life.
"Good. Let's retreat." Iron Axe nodded. "I guess it won't be long before the enemies notice us. When the pursuing troops arrive, it won't be easy for us to leave."
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