"Then, I'll set off," Agatha said seriously.
"Let's go." A cold smile appeared on Zoey's face. "My sisters must have been looking forward to this."
Unlike the First Army, the ancient witches' commanders were also powerful warriors. When the demons approached, they had no reason to retreat.
"Ms. Agatha, Ms. Zoey..." Iron Axe suddenly stopped them.
"Is there anything else?"
"Although it's not my place to say this, I think His Majesty must think so," Iron Axe said solemnly. "Please protect yourselves. Your survival will be the biggest blow to the demons."
"Ha, I won't die so easily before I take back Taquila." Zoey looked back at him and said, "Thank you for your kind words, mortal."
"Don't worry. I know what to do." Agatha smiled and followed him out of the tent.
The dark shadows in the sky were very obvious. Compared with the last defense battle in Neverwinter, the demons not only outnumbered them several times, but also flew much faster.
In a short while, they approached the front of the battlefield.
The anti-aircraft machine gun squad in the front row opened fire one after another, and the dense gunfire soon became a continuous sound, but the effect was not obvious. Only four or five of the more than sixty devilbeasts were shot down, and the rest of the demons continued to climb higher.
"Disgusting big moths," Zoey said angrily. "If they dare to land on the ground, I can tear them apart with my bare hands."
In the era of the Union, the most effective way to deal with such monsters was to use combat witches who could fly and Extraordinaries who wore Stones of Flight. This was also one of the reasons why the ancient witches looked down on the mortal army. Without them, a few Devilbeasts could chase an army away.
"Why don't they throw their spears?" Agatha could not help but frown as she looked at the demons that had flown above the battlefield.
But the next moment, the demons' intention was revealed. They lowered their mounts' heads and swooped toward the rear of the defensive line, where the artillery battalion was located!
The two looked at each other and ran toward the artillery without hesitation.
...
Fish Ball was in charge of the center of the formation. Ever since he repelled the demons, he had been promoted to the position of squad leader due to his outstanding performance. Although it was not Fish Ball's first encounter with these monsters, he could not help but feel terrified when he saw the horde of Devilbeasts pouncing on him.
"S-Squad leader, are we still not going to fire?" stuttered a teammate who was holding a belt of bullets.
"They're already within 900 meters of us!" The lookout's face was also ashen, and his Adam's apple could not help but tremble.
Everyone was afraid, he realized, and even the most daring of men would feel a heartfelt fear in the face of such an inconceivable enemy. It was precisely because of this that he had to appear more composed. Otherwise, before the enemy even made a move, they themselves would collapse first.
Thinking of this, Fish Ball swallowed his saliva and deliberately slowed down his speech. "Let's wait for three hundred meters before shooting."
Although the firearms instructor claimed that the Mark I HMG had a killing range of more than 1,500 meters, and the aiming range was also about 1,000 meters, Fish Ball's actual combat experience had taught him that unless the Devilbeasts were flying steadily in a straight line, they would not be able to hit their targets at such a distance.
The most effective way to shoot was to disregard the complicated aiming device at the top of the gun and directly use the concentric rings to trap the enemy. Then, he would use his intuition to estimate the distance ahead.
If he failed to kill the enemy after emptying a box of bullets, it would undoubtedly have a negative impact on the squad's morale.
Fish Ball preferred to shoot when he was confident.
However, this distance also meant that the enemy could counterattack at any time.
He could only hope that the new baffle in front of the machine gun was sturdy enough.
"They're coming down!" screamed the lookout.
"Now!"
Fish Ball pulled the trigger. He could almost see the bullets lining up and flying into the air, tearing apart the huge thing that was charging at it.
The Devilbeast at the front instantly turned into a cloud of red and blue blood mist. At least a dozen bullets from different directions had penetrated its body. The Mad Demon sitting behind it did not fare any better. Its skull was blown open, and its lower limbs were cut in half. When it fell to the ground, it had almost lost its human form.
The death of the enemy elicited cheers from the squad, and it also injected a warm feeling of courage into Fish Ball's heart. He aimed the muzzle at another Devilbeast, and a few seconds later, it followed in the footsteps of the first Devilbeast.
Just as Fish Ball was about to continue, the surroundings suddenly darkened.
It was as if a gray curtain had appeared above his head. Even the sunlight was blocked, and he could only see the flickering spots of light through the gaps. When he saw the true face of the "curtain", he felt his heart constrict.
"It's spear throwing!" He used all the strength in his body and roared, "Be careful to dodge!"
However, there was no way to dodge such a dense spear attack. The only thing they could do was to hide their heads and bodies under the cover of their shields. As for their exposed limbs, they could only resign themselves to fate.
Fish Ball hugged his teammate tightly, ready to be pierced through by the bone spears.
However, the expected crashing sound did not come. He only felt a gust of wind sweep over his head, and the sky became bright again.
"P-Monitor! Look behind us! "
Someone cried out in alarm.
Fish Ball turned around, and his chest began to beat violently. He saw that the cannons were in a mess. The spear throwing had stirred up dust everywhere, and some people were lying on the ground. He did not know if they were dead or alive. He could even hear the wounded moaning and crying for help in the thick dust. The six Longsong Cannons had also stopped firing for a while.
"Gulp." Everyone could not help but swallow.
"What are you waiting for?" Fish Ball gritted his teeth and shouted. "Go back to your positions and continue shooting!"
There were specialists in charge of both rescue and backup. What he needed to do now was to shoot down as many Devilbeasts as possible before the enemy launched the second wave of spears.
Fish Ball's rebuke woke the soldiers up, and the two anti-aircraft machine guns roared again.
Apparently, the demons also realized that the inefficient bone spear attack could not completely destroy the enemy's will to fight. Therefore, the Devilbeasts were divided into two groups. One group flew up and waited for the next attack, while the other group landed directly on the ground, intending to use their superior strength to defeat the enemy head-on.
A Mad Demon had just jumped off a Devilbeast when it encountered a black-haired man.
To it, a male human was not worth its time. It drew an iron ax from its waist and swung it at the man.
However, the opponent used only one hand to block its slash!
The Mad Demon could not help but widen its eyes. Before it could figure out why, it saw the man pointing a bare iron pipe at it.
Then there was a loud noise!
"Your Majesty's new weapon is really good." Zoey released her hand and let the demon, with a big hole in its chest, collapse to the ground. "If you had this weapon 400 years ago, Taquila might not have fallen, and the Three Chiefs wouldn't have turned against each other just to survive."
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