"Ahem..." Van'er got up from the ground. He touched his body and legs nervously and was relieved to find that they were not missing anything.
But the next moment, his heart sank again.
Many people around the Longsong Cannons had been pierced by bone spears and it was unknown whether they were still breathing or not. Some soldiers whose hands and feet had been pierced were rummaging in the muddy ground, trying to find their broken limbs. His Majesty had trained the squads of the Artillery Battalion little by little. From the resistance against the Duke of the Western Region to the attack on Hermes, they had rarely suffered any losses. Now that so many of them had fallen, Van'er felt extremely sad.
But Van'er also knew that it was not the time to be sad. Miss Nana, the Angel of the First Army, was in the camp hospital. As long as the wounded were sent there, Miss Nana could bring them back to life even if they were only breathing!
"Is anyone here?" Van'er crawled on all fours to a seriously wounded soldier whose stomach had been pierced. "Somebody, help me!"
"Sir, I'm here!" Two soldiers answered and ran over in the dust.
"Send him to the hospital." Van'er stuffed the bleeding intestines and minced meat back into the soldier's stomach. "Don't leave anything behind."
"My... Sir." The soldier grimaced in pain. "I..."
"Cut the crap. If you have the strength, save it to kill the demons." Van'er patted the soldier's cheek. "Go and come back quickly. I'm waiting for someone to fire the cannons. Do you understand?"
After the wounded soldier was sent away, he ran to another medic and asked, "Did you come from the camp?"
The medic glanced at the badge on his shoulder, raised his hand and saluted. "Yes! What can I do for you? "
"Go on with your work. Saving lives is more important." Van'er waved his hand. "What's the situation at the front?"
After the artillery position was attacked, the nearly 500-meter-wide front was filled with smoke and dust. Except for the artillery closest to him, he had no idea about the situation of the other squads. He could only faintly see many figures running and hear the roar of guns from time to time. However, even the first aid squad had come in, but there was no substitute gunner, which was really strange.
"The devils have already attacked. They're coming from the sky!" The medic's hand was bandaged and his voice was a little hurried. "I just came from the central camp and saw with my own eyes those winged monsters land on the ground and then fight with the heavy armor team."
The demon landed on the ground after throwing the spear?
In other words, the current chaos was caused by the enemy's invasion from the rear. The substitutes could not approach the Longsong Cannons for the time being, and the ones who came to the rescue were the reserves stationed in the central area. The frontline was still intact.
After realizing this, Van'er immediately understood where his responsibility lay.
He had to get the Longsong Cannons working again.
The enemy wanted to stop them from bombarding the approaching devil horde, so he would not let them get what they wanted easily.
As long as the frontlines were not breached, this number of enemies would be eliminated by the heavy armor team sooner or later.
Although he did not know where His Majesty found such a group of monstrous warriors who could carry a load of equipment as heavy as field artillery without panting, he was sure that these elite warriors would not be at a disadvantage even if they were to face the ferocious demons.
"I'll leave the wounded to you!"
Van'er bent his body and trotted to the scattered ammunition boxes on the ground. He used all his strength to pick up a bullet, staggered back to the barrel, and pushed it into the chamber.
Then he loaded two barrels of ammunition.
What originally needed two people to do was done by only one person. He felt a little out of breath after only one loading. After taking a deep breath with his sleeve covering his mouth, he began to adjust the firing angle according to the advancing speed of the enemies.
At this moment, the medic screamed at him.
"Sir, watch out behind you!"
Van'er felt his blood freeze in an instant. He did not even have time to look back and subconsciously rolled on the ground!
This action saved his life.
With a clang, an axe swept over his head and hit the bolt of the cannon, bursting out a series of sparks.
He raised his head and immediately met the eyes of a Mad Demon!
"Roga —!" The Mad Demon pulled up the axe and roared as it walked toward him.
"I'm finished," Van'er thought. Although he had a saber at his waist, he could not pull it out because he was lying on the ground. Even if he had the handle of the saber in his hand, how could he block the next attack? These guys were monsters whose strength and speed were far beyond that of ordinary human beings!
Seeing that the opponent was about to strike with the axe, Van'er could not help but stretch out his hand in front of him —
"Crack!"
An ice wall suddenly rose up between the two of them, and the axe landed on one end of the wall, causing ice crystals to splatter everywhere.
"Am I... saved?"
He turned his head in shock and saw a blue-haired witch making a grabbing gesture with one hand and looking at the demon calmly. "Come behind me."
Van'er clenched his teeth. Even though his legs were too weak to stand up, he still scrambled to the witch's side.
"Crack, crack —!"
Even though he could not understand the demon's language, he could feel the strong anger and killing intent of the enemy.
The demon rushed out from behind the ice wall, squatted down, and its right arm holding the axe swelled violently.
The witch did not retreat but moved forward. Ice spread under her feet, like a god in charge of the harsh winter.
When the demon waved its arm, an icicle rushed out of the ground and knocked the axe away. At the same time, its arm was also bent into a strange shape. Half of the grayish-white bone pierced the surface of the skin, exposing a few strands of muscle. It was a horrible sight.
Before the demon could scream, the ice crystals, which had already reached its ankles, climbed up at a speed visible to the naked eye. A few seconds later, the demon was frozen into an ice sculpture.
"Thank... thank you." Van'er finally heaved a sigh of relief.
"It's not over yet. The second wave of spears is coming." The witch looked at the dusty sky and said, "Miss Molly!"
He suddenly remembered that the demons' spear attacks had a time interval. Since the Mad Demon could make its arm swell, it meant that the sky had become dangerous again.
But who was this Miss Molly that his savior had mentioned? Was it really okay not to hide now?
"Leave it to me."
Just when he was puzzled, a slightly childish voice came from afar.
Then Van'er saw an incredible scene!
A translucent blue sphere suddenly appeared above his head and expanded like an inflatable balloon. Soon, it covered an area of nearly 10 meters around him. At the same time, the tentacles on both sides of the sphere swayed left and right, dragging the lightly wounded who had not been sent away into the sphere.
At the same time, the enemy's attack came as scheduled.
Five or six bone spears shot down like Lightning and pierced straight into the sphere. Van'er could clearly see the ripples created by the spear tips, as if they had pierced into sticky water. The surging ripples overlapped and made the sphere tremble, as if it would break at any time. But in the end, the bone spears stopped a few meters above the ground.
"Well done." The blue-haired witch put away the ice in her hand and looked at Van'er. "The danger here has been temporarily eliminated. You can retreat with your men."
"No way." Van'er clenched his teeth and struggled to get up from the ground. "I haven't made these damn guys suffer enough."
Now he only needed to complete the last step.
Van'er limped up to the Longsong Cannon, grabbed the match, and jerked it back!
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