The battle for Santilborg was not only vigorously on the ground, but also in the sky.

Thousands of gargoyles, bone dragons and dragon lichs whizzed from the Tukan coalition camp in the north, covering almost the entire sky in black.

Although the anti-aircraft artillery troops stationed in Santilborg were trying their best to bombard the enemy at all times, and the quality of these undead air forces seemed to be quite bad. At every moment, several bone dragons were blown to pieces, the enemy's support air force was still in endless stream.

"What a hell! Where did the evil people from the Dragon Witch Cult get so many bone dragons?"

An anti-aircraft artillery with gloves mopped the hot barrel and cursed and said, "Did they slaughter all the dragons in the continent?"

"I have heard from the people from the intelligence department that the Tukan barbarians and the Dragon Witch Cult took a big advantage in early December and completely seized the dragon farm established by the Elf Army in the Agralong Peninsula. They seized more than 20,000 "vegetable dragons" and then all of them were transformed into the undead."

Another anti-aircraft gunner held a cigarette in his mouth and sighed and replied, "Well, what is a vegetable dragon? It is the kind of idiot green dragon that uses a large amount of ji ripening, and can grow from a dragon egg to an adult dragon in just one or two years, but has an extremely low intelligence and a short lifespan. Because these dragons are usually slaughtered in the end and sell meat, sometimes they can be more than a dozen or dozens of them wholesale, so the locals affectionately call them "Cailong,... Oh! Oh no! If the madmen from the Dragon Witch Cult dig the garbage dump at the dragon slaughtering ground, they are probably 100,000 pairs of dragon bones can be collected!"

"...No wonder these dragons have such crisp bones. Not to mention shells, even a bullet can fall apart. It turns out they are meat animals..."

The soldier, who had just realized something, suddenly looked up at the dark shadows, was still unhappy. "But even if this is a group of people who were left with "carat dragons, bones, there are too many... Oh, damn it, lie down!"

The next moment, several gargoyles that broke through the fire nets on the ground were bound to dive down, hitting the outer wall of the castle hard, and exploded, causing a flood of gravel and smoke, burying the two soldiers and anti-aircraft guns under the floating soil together. However, compared with the seemingly terrible aerial bombardment, the slowly rushing from the ground was the most deadly threat to the defenders.

"…Sew cannon fires!"

,……, Meteor Fire Rain!”

,……, serial lightning!”

,……, dispersal technique!”

“…Spray the gun!”

,……, bayonet!”

Faced with the rolling crowds coming like a tide, the officers and soldiers of the Gladiator Army guarding the trenches were almost crying and firing desperately. The sound of gunfire was endless on the position, and gunpowder was filled with smoke.

Because the defenders were hiding behind the bunker and opening fires or stabbing bayonets through low walls, there were no casualties. However, the nearby people driven to the battle by the Tukan people were like cutting wheat, swept down by gunfire and magic attacks in pieces, and a terrifying human flesh dam was piled up outside the trench.

In front of this unbreakable line of death, many numb people finally burst into tears and collapsed, turning to the rain of bullets and began to flee. But the camp of the Tukan coalition immediately rushed out of the supervising cavalry, and waved their swords and slashed for a while. For a moment, blood splattered everywhere, and the crying sound could be heard for several miles, almost like hell. Not far from the flesh and blood dam in front of the formation, another shocking red blood river formed.........

——After invading the civilized country, driving away the local residents who had no time to scatter as meat shields, forcing them to pounce on the city and fill the moats, and attack the defenders' defensive positions. This is the usual siege trick used by nomads in the Tukan Khanate. If the defenders are ruthless and dare not let go of killing their compatriots, the defense line will be broken by the crowd, and then the Tukan elite soldiers mixed in the crowd will take the opportunity to seize the position.

Even if the defenders were cruel and ruthless and killed the people who were rushing to the city, the Tukan people failed to successfully capture the city, at least they would kill all the farmers in the surrounding suburbs of this area, and also consumed a lot of ammunition and arrows. When the attack came again in the next year, most of the land would be abandoned, the grain production was poor, and people were panicked. The cost of breaking through the defense line and conquering the city would be much lower.

If it was a war in a civilized country, such victory would probably be more than worth the loss - killing all the people who can create wealth will only get a bunch of dead objects and a wilderness ruin. What's the use?

But such cruel tactics are the best choice for nomads who treat the world as a hunting ground and just want to take it away.

Although this round of attack was eventually repelled, the defenders were also depressed as they saw so many compatriots beaten into hornets' nests.

——From the beginning to the end, the locals died on the battlefield, but the main force of the Tukan barbarians was intact behind them.

"… Be more energetic, more energetic! Everyone is excited to me! The battle is far from over!"

"Stand up! He is obviously a man, but he wipes his tears like a little girl. What's the point!"

"...I am not afraid of this woman. Have you guys been scared to death instead?"

Accompanied by a series of loud shouts and shouts full of energy, a young woman in black robe, patrolled back and forth on the front line with a calm expression, and quickly raised her depressed morale again through occasional scolding or praise, as well as some clever psychological hints.

This woman has dark skin and a slightly tough appearance, but she has a pair of pretty sword eyebrows and bright eyes, which makes her look unique and heroic.

A messy silver-white long hair drifted away with the smoke. Although it was stained with a lot of smoke and dust, it was still particularly eye-catching on this dark battlefield, like a hurricane sweeping the world.

At this moment, there was no gorgeous and dazzling pendant on her body, just wearing a ragged black robe, but she always held her neck high and looked down at everyone proudly. Although there was no deliberate contempt or contempt in her eyes, the innate cynicism and hurricane-like boldness make people feel even more unable to raise their heads.

She is the daughter and voter of the goddess of magic. Queen Xinbu, who once ruled the Agraron Peninsula, and is also the commander of the Imperial Eastern Army at this moment.

In the legendary story about her, Queen Xinbu is a terrifying spellcaster who once defeated the army of tens of thousands of Red Rou Mages alone. She dared to travel freely in the heart of the enemy country alone, facing the siege of hundreds of masters, as if she was in a state of no one. Even when the Red Rou Mages were the most powerful, she was not her alone... This is the legendary master who truly defeated a country with one person!

When she walked through any trench, every soldier couldn't help but cheer up and stared at her back in awe.
Chapter completed!