In the end, the demons did not break through the stubborn resistance of the defenders, and retreated like a receding tide.
However, the exhausted defenders did not have the strength to dispose of the corpses under the walls, and in order to prevent the demons from stepping on the corpses again, many torches were thrown from above the walls, burning all the corpses, whether human, dwarven, or demonic.
Blazing flames burned beneath the walls, the air filled the air with the scorching smell of burning grease, and both sides of the battle were licking their wounds and gathering strength for the next fiercer fight.
Diego stood above the city gate and looked into the distance.
The heavy rain had gradually stopped, and the thick rain clouds were slowly moving south, lightning flashed and meandered between the clouds, and there was a faint sound of thunder rolling through the sky.
But by this time, the northern sky had cleared after rain, revealing a clear sky that had not been seen in the Cursed Land for many years, and twinkling stars dotted the night sky, sprinkling a little starlight.
"The sky is finally clear, and hopefully our luck will be the same as this weather, the clouds will clear and the rain will clear."
Diego said, looking under the city gates.
The barrel of the steam tank stuck in the doorway had been bent, the steel shell had been smashed by the rampaging demons, all the movable attachments had been smashed, and even the tracks had been pried off, but that made it even more difficult for the tank to move.
"Let's hope that's the case, or we're all going to die here!"
Not far away, the druid bear shook its wet fur and walked this way, the dripping liquid splashing everywhere, and it was impossible to tell whether it was rain or blood.
Diego frowned, although he had been inspiring the soldiers to fight bravely, but in his heart, he had no confidence to win at all, he was now more like a beast on the verge of a desperate situation, fighting one to make one, fighting two to earn one.
Oh, of course, from this point of view, he has actually made a lot of money, making dozens or hundreds of times more profits.
He glanced at Brian, who was coming around?
Brass beard, Furstad?
Brute Hammer, and Harry?
Bergard and Christopher?
Falarr.
"Let's talk about it, how is the situation of each unit?"
"We've run out of arrows and spears, and even if we get some replenishment from the baggage company, it's a drop in the bucket, and we may not even make it until the end of the next battle!"
Bogard was the first to speak.
He did not report the casualty figures of the Yuexi Brigade, for fear that if he said it, everyone might lose their fighting spirit, in fact, at the most critical moment of the battle just now, even the men of the baggage company grabbed their weapons and rushed to the city wall, and the men and horsemen were also unwilling, and the flesh-cutting bone knives and forage cutting knives were stained with the blood of the demons.
"This is not difficult to solve, the leftover stones discarded by the dwarves when building the walls may come in handy, although these heavy stones are not far away, but if they are thrown from the walls, they can still break the heads of the demons."
Brian tapped the embers in his pipe and suggested to the side.
"That's a good idea," Furstad couldn't help but praise, but he also raised the difficulties of the Hammer Dwarves, "The griffons were so wet from the battle in the rainstorm that they couldn't take to the air until they were dried. ” "Maybe I have a way to do this," Masrae?
Bearskin interjected, "The kobold shaman Van Goghley's scorching totem may come in handy, he can control the power of the flames within the totem to release slowly, instead of bursting out all at once, but the griffons can't get too close so as not to scorch their feathers!"
” "Great!
But I have bad news for me - the eastern part of the city wall needs to be strengthened a little more, and a small part of the battle just now was demolished by the demons!
Christopher grinned, the berserker who likes to throw away his helmet once he's out of his temper, and this time he was unlucky enough to be slashed in the face by a Doomsday Guard, the knife deep into the bone.
Although he had been treated by the priest, the muscles around the wound were still stiff and swollen, and his speech was slurred. “……” Above the castle tower, the discussion of this small battlefield meeting became more and more enthusiastic, and one difficulty after another was solved with the help of collective efforts, and gradually, even Diego began to feel that the road ahead did not seem so hopeless.
Just as the coalition was trying their best to meet the enemy, more and more demons passed through the canyon in the distant valley and assembled in the darkness, and by the time the demon army finally poured out like a tide of rage, they had outgrown the size of the two legions.
This time, the demons learned the previous lesson, no longer gathering their forces in one place and focusing on breakthroughs, but relying on the superiority of troops to press on all fronts, all-out assault, fighting casualties, fighting firepower, fighting attrition, taking turns to fight, not stopping for a moment, and not giving the defenders a chance to breathe at all.
The Coalition warriors soon began to get tired, they were flesh and blood, not made of iron, and their arrows and ammunition were almost depleted, every sword was chipped, and their shields and armor were scarred.
Diego and Masrae rushed around the walls to boost their morale, and when danger arose, they rushed there, and to the end, even Diego himself could not remember how many fights he had fought.
In between a fierce battle, Diego wearily clutched his musket, gasping behind a broken breastwall.
Not far to his left, the Giant Bear was on a rampage, driving a row of orcs off the city.
Although the walls were in tatters, they still stood like a solid reef in the midst of the demonic tide.
Diego struggled to replace Death Gaze with a new magazine, a shrapnel magazine - perhaps from the mouth of the demon rout who escaped from the battle at the fork in the road to learn that the humans have a powerful weapon in their hands that can hurt them, and the Abyss Lords have not yet shown their figures, which surprised Diego to the surprise that these Anneheland demons have never been cautious, they prefer to rush to the front line of war.
Masrae, who had managed to get the last of the orcs, limped over to Diego's side, exhausted and too lazy to change back into his Night Elf form.
The Giant Bear was injured in a head-to-head fight with a Demon Guardian, and although he was treated, he still had some mobility issues.
However, the demon guard was also not good, and was slapped into a patty by his paw and halberd.
"It's as long a night as a year!"
Masrae glanced up at the slightly pale sky above him and said, "How long will it be before dawn?"
” "It's going to be soon!"
Diego pulled the bolt and pushed the bullet onto the chamber, "However, I fear that the sun won't help us, and during the day, the demons will be more likely to spot our weakness. ” "But the dawn will always bring hope to mankind!"
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"Perhaps," Diego was silent for a moment, then cracked his mouth and laughed, not going any further, he reached out and slapped the bear on the shoulder, "Anyway, man, it's an honor to fight with you!"
” "Me too," the bear bared his teeth at him, then suddenly pricked up his furry ears, "those demons seem to be coming again, do you hear their voices?"
” "I didn't hear it, but by the smell of sulfur alone, I knew that they were coming to die again!"
With that, Diego jerked around and pulled the trigger on the outside of the breastwork.