The sky was overcast and dark, and not even the shadow of the sun could be seen.
On the hillside of the Coiling Snake Valley, an inconspicuous mound of dirt squirmed a few times, and a human jerked up from the dirt.
Sand fell from him, sending up a cloud of dust and smoke.
Covered with terracotta warriors, Diego shook his head vigorously, shaking off the dust on his head, he only felt an itch in his throat, and couldn't help coughing a few times, and then spit out a thick cloud of phlegm.
The phlegm has a ochre-red characteristic of the dust of the Cursed Land, and a faint speck of sand mixed with it.
"What the hell!"
He couldn't help but let out a curse, and then plucked the sand from his ears as he looked down on the battlefield.
He couldn't remember the first time the demons had fought off in a few days.
The entire Snake Valley in front of me, from the bottom of the valley to the slopes on both sides, has long since changed its appearance, the original hard rock has long been shattered, the ground is soft as if it has been plowed by farmers several times, it looks loose and soft, and the middle is dotted with sand clumps that have been soaked in blood and re-cohesed.
In front of the position, the sharp deer barns that were originally densely packed with thigh-thick deer were now sparse, and the ground was littered with deep pits, broken stakes, broken corpses, broken weapons, and a few broken ballistas.
Without the orders of the officers, the surviving soldiers spontaneously gathered the corpses of their comrades, the priests were busy treating the wounded, and as for the corpses of the demons, they did not bother to go up to collect the trophies, but just piled them up haphazardly, and then threw a torch and lit it.
The air was filled with the scorching smell of burning flesh mixed with brimstone.
Looking at the scorched earth in front of him, Diego couldn't help but let out a long sigh. finally survived again, but he didn't know how long the Yuexi Brigade could last, after a few days of fighting, the Yuexi Brigade was reduced by nearly forty percent, and some companies were even completely wiped out, leaving only one military flag.
If it weren't for the narrow terrain of the Snake Valley, which was easy to defend and difficult to attack, their casualties would have been much greater.
"Hey, Lord Earl, let me say that your legion is the most heroic human army I've ever seen, and it's almost as solid as a rock of dwarven mountain rangers!"
A gruff voice rang out not far behind Diego, with a thick dwarf accent.
Diego looked back and saw that Brian?
The dwarven mortar team that had come in from Copperbeard was cleaning the chamber with a wet cloth to cool the red-hot barrel.
"Come on, man, how many human armies have you seen fighting?"
The other dwarven gunner pouted and mocked.
"Hey, I've fought in the Second Orc War, but I wasn't a mortar at the time, just a musketeer for the Mountain Rangers!"
The dwarf who spoke first yelled in displeasure.
"So, you've seen five heroes, right?"
"That's nature, I've seen Tulayan and Khadgar, oh, of course, and our dwarven hero, Kudran?
Brute Hammer ......"
"Kudran has visited Ironforge once, and every dwarf in the city knows him!"
“……” Listening to the two dwarves arguing, Diego relaxed inexplicably.
He sat down at random and looked west.
There was the Polluter Heights, where Brian's dwarven legions were stationed, and last night there had been a night of ping-pong in that place, and the glow of magic and artillery turned the sky red, and it wasn't until near morning that the demons retreated.
Truth be told, Diego wasn't worried about the Dwarven Legion, as the alpine terrain was perfect for the Dwarven Musketeers and Bronze Mortars to play their role.
He was worried about the Second Legion stationed farther west along the Storm Altar, although Brian?
Copperbeard sent five small steam tanks to support there, but most of the Second Army was recruits, and there were heavy casualties in the battle of the three-way junction some time ago, so I don't know if it can hold out.
Until now, he hadn't received any news about the Second Legion, but on the other hand, no news was the best news, wasn't it?
He took out the kettle and poured a big gulp, feeling that his throat was suddenly much better.
"Dude, two bites!"
He shook the kettle, then tightened its stopper and threw it at the two dwarves.
He noticed that they had already used all their water to cool the artillery, well, even the urine contributed.
"Thank you so much, man," the dwarf grabbed the kettle and took two hard sips before grinning at Diego, "I prefer ale, but in this damn place, having water to drink is good, and I couldn't ask for more." ” Diego also laughed, and at this moment, he saw the commander of the Moon Creek Brigade, Harry?
Bogard was walking this way.
"Harry, how's it going?
Guys, are you in a good mood?
He greeted him and asked in a low voice.
"The guys can withstand it, but the scout just reported that a lot of demons have appeared in the southern wasteland, and they are pressing towards us with great momentum!"
The equally disgraced Burgard said worriedly.
"How many are there?"
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Diego frowned.
"There are probably two legions, but the scouts have noticed that there seem to be more demons gathering behind these demons!"
Bogard's face grim, "They are sure that the demon team that is gathering is about the same size as the army that is coming, and it may be larger. ” "Hell, the devil has made up his mind to use us as a breakthrough!
Are we that long like soft persimmons?
Diego waved his hand vigorously and cursed, "It seems that the first few times we beat them didn't hurt enough!"
” "I'm afraid we won't be able to hold it this time!"
Bergard hesitated for a moment and whispered, not out of timidity, but out of correct judgment of the situation.
"We definitely can't hold it, if there are only two demon legions, we can barely hold it with our geographical advantages, but if it is four legions, we have no hope of winning."
Diego said matter-of-factly, "Send a signal to Fort Watch, and let Waynes send someone to help!"
” "Yes, sir!"
Bergard said succinctly, but as soon as he turned around, he was stopped by Diego again.
"Let the guys bury powder kegs in the middle of the canyon, and if reinforcements don't arrive, we'll blow the canyon down completely," said Diego as he pondered, "Let the baggage company build a second line of fortifications at the northern exit of the canyon, and if this side can't hold it, we'll retreat there." ” "What if you can't hold it there?"
"Then let's die together!
Azeroth is big, but there is no way back, and once the demons are allowed to rush out of the Cursed Lands, they can sweep through the entire Eastern Kingdom, turning everything they pass into a place of death like the Cursed Lands, and Azeroth can no longer afford such a catastrophe.
Diego said with a solemn face, he looked at his legion commander meaningfully, "Nobles not only represent rights, but also obligations that must be undertaken, and now is the time for us to die heroically!"
Believe me, Burgard, we're sure we'll get a good tombstone, and if we're lucky, we'll be placed in the Valley of Heroes like the Five Heroes for posterity!
” "I know, my lord," said Bergard with a solemn countenance, just as he had sworn at the time of his canonization, "if I may, allow me to die before you!"
” With that, he turned around and strode down the hillside.
A few minutes later, a thick column of smoke rose into the air and soared into the sky.
Immediately afterward, pillars of smoke rose from the north, stretching like a relay in the direction of the Watch Fort.