The dwarven warriors clenched their hammers and shields, their eyes cold as they watched the surging tide of demons.
The battle has been fought so far, and it really can't be described in just two words: tragedy, in just over an hour of the battle of the low wall, the two dwarven legions have been reduced by nearly a quarter.
No one is still lucky to have a whole body to escape, they are all mentally prepared to die here.
They now feel comforted that their sacrifice will not be in vain, at least to buy enough time for the main battle between the central and western fronts.
But no one looked to the west, and they had to focus on the fierce enemy in front of them, though they could clearly hear the rumble of the steam tanks coming from the west.
You can hear that the battle over there is just as fierce.
It was as if endless demons were surging in that chaotic flow of people, and people were dizzy to watch.
The demons slammed into the dwarven battle array savagely and furiously, like dark green waves crashing against a reef, splashing with sticky blood and broken limbs.
The sound of steel and steel, steel and flesh clashing sounded again.
Behind the shield wall, the dwarven warriors raised their heavy sledgehammers and battle axes in their hands, and struck the demons like mining iron, breaking their tendons and breaking their skin.
In other places, the shield wall was smashed open by the demons, and the dwarves behind the shields were crushed to the ground, but the dwarven soldiers in the back row did not hesitate to step forward and plug the gap.
Unlike the previous battle of the low wall, this time the dwarves in the gap in the slope did not obstruct the riflemen's range at all, which allowed the latter to pour fire to their heart's content, which in turn greatly reduced the pressure on the former.
But Rao is like this, in the face of the demons who have been overwhelmingly overwhelming, the dwarves are still very difficult, and they are overwhelmed by the rogue wave of the other party.
In a short quarter of an hour, it seemed as if a thousand years had passed in the minds of all the combatants, who had reached their limits.
The dwarven warriors were desperately holding their shields, wielding their hammers and tomahawks vigorously, and the rifle shooters in the rear were shooting frantically, the empty magazines in front of them had been piled up into a hill, and the barrels of their guns had been red, but the fierce battle still seemed to be the rhythm of breathlessness.
Although it was early winter, the wind was blowing, and the cold was pressing, but the people on the battlefield were all sweating, their clothes were already soaked with sweat, and the gunpowder smoke from the muzzle of the gun was wafting in the hot trench, mixed with the scorching smell of barbecue, and it was indescribably disgusting.
As more and more demons poured into the battle line, the dwarves at the front were inevitably suppressed and retreated, and in the huge symphony of gold and iron and the flying of flesh and blood, their array was pressed into a flat strip shape from the thick phalanx, and in some places it was even pressed to the point that only two thin columns remained, and they were about to be broken through.
At this critical moment, in the dwarven bunker behind, there was a sound of rolling chains and slides moving, which was chaotic and harsh, but in the ears of the defenders, it was as beautiful as heaven.
It was the sound of the dwarven artillery being installed and moving - the company carrying the dwarven artillery from the bunker in the back had finally arrived in time!
It was an extremely difficult journey, in this potholed wasteland, on many rugged and difficult sections, they even had to rely on manpower to carry thousands of pounds of heavy guns, listening to the shouts of death from the front line, these gunners were more anxious than anyone else.
So when they came to the back door of the bunker, they were in a group of six, and they had to rely on human beings to move the artillery into the bunker, and more than one dwarf paid the price of muscle strain, tired and vomiting blood!
After a few minutes, the rolling sound of the chains and slides moving stopped.
The dwarves and human archers who were fighting were a little distracted, their ears pricked up, and they took the time to glance at the bunker.
Everyone knows that the next blow will be a thunderous blow, and people are desperately waiting for these big guys to alleviate the current crisis and provide everyone with a chance to breathe.
Just under this much-anticipated anticipation, time passed slowly for a few minutes, and a thunderous roar finally sounded.
On the gun emplacement on the second floor of the bunker, the dwarven cannon weighing thousands of pounds slammed back, and the gray-black gunpowder smoke swelled out in the muzzle, setting off a heavy wave of air, and the cannonballs that came out of the disembowelment were like the spear of death, in the piercing scream that tore through the air, roaring towards the dense demons.
Carrying an invincible momentum, the hot ten-pound iron ball went straight into the demon group, jumping and rolling on the hard slope, and ploughed a blood-colored trench in the midst of the demon tide.
Scattered throughout the trench were a mixture of rotten flesh and broken weapons.
Some of the demons were broken by the cannonballs, and their internal organs were spilled all over the ground, and they screamed bitterly, begging their companions to give him a good time.
Looking at this tragic scene in front of them, even the demons who were fierce by nature felt a burst of weakness in their hands and feet, and they were terrified, and the momentum of the original indomitable charge couldn't help but suffocate, and they couldn't help but slow down.
With the sound of cannonballs like muffled thunder, bursts of cheers erupted from the coalition camp.
The demoralized dwarven warriors burst out with unprecedented power, pushing the demons backwards.
The sound of this cannon rang out seven times in a row, and the tide of demons was plowed out of seven trenches dozens of yards long, and the originally dense crowd became a little sparse at this moment.
If it weren't for the dwarven gunners who began to clean the gunpowder residue in the barrels of the guns and cool down the heat, the demons' will to fight would have collapsed.
But to the demons' secret relief, the temperature of these dwarven cannons drops extremely slowly, and it will take a quarter of an hour at the earliest to reload, and if they are forcibly reloaded now, it is very likely that they will explode on their own.
At the urging of the high-level demons behind, the demons finally realized that their time was running out, and if they allowed the dwarven artillery in the bunker to continue to bombard, their offensive would be futile sooner or later.
They mustered their courage and pounced on the array of dwarves again.
But this time, the dwarven soldiers who were supported by fire were more heroic than ever, and for almost every yard they advanced, the demons paid the price of the entire company, and for every dwarven warrior who fell, there were many more demons dying at his side.
The battle line between the two armies was littered with corpses and wounded soldiers, blood flowed like streams, hammers, battle axes, and decapitating swords ......, all kinds of violently wielding weapons were as dense as a storm, and whistling bullets streaked across the sky like dense locusts, all the time, and every minute, a dwarf or demon fell to the ground.
Gradually, even though the demons suffered far more casualties than the dwarves, but relying on the tactics of the sea of people, the demons still took the initiative, and the dwarves, who had suffered nearly half of the casualties, finally couldn't stand it.
Just then, a muffled sound of a horn came from the bunker, an order to retreat.
At the order, the dwarves immediately began to retreat methodically along several trenches leading to the back, and some demons tried to catch up and drag them down.
But the gunfire suddenly intensified, stopping their entanglement.