Monarch of Evernight

Under strict military law, no matter the world's private army or anyone else, even if the background is strong, the character is no longer strong in front of Zhao Jundu.

Zhao Jundu's attitude was clear. Anyone who dared to refuse to do so, he slaughtered him on the spot and filled out the list of casualties. Even after the war, people are dead. What's the use of reason? Besides, the General's book is useful as a death indicator to maintain military discipline. If it is written on it, it will not affect you alone.

Under Zhao Wei, Zhao Jundu intercepted thousands of fighters from this mutilation and enriched them into the fortress guard army. As a result, the density of the Fortress Guard increased markedly.

The severely wounded of the broken floating vessel left, returning first to the main base and then to the Empire with the severely wounded from the main base.

Zhao Jundu walked up to the head of the city and looked at the far camp of Everlasting Night. Both eyebrows gradually locked.

At this point, a sudden cry was made on the observation tower: "The Dark Race! The Dark Race is here! ”

On the far horizon, a grey black tide rolled in. From the Far Forever camp, countless flares were lifted up, spinning in the self-camp of several floating warships, as the army slowed down.

A general swallowed his saliva and said: "Shit, even the gunboat is out. It's a blood book! ”

Zhao Jundu's eyebrows were slightly raised and still stood like mountains.

The Dark Army flocked to the bottom of the mountain like a tide, and the sky rose with waves, slamming hard on the fortress!

In the face of countless spider demons and blood warriors, Zhao Jundu suddenly broke his drink, like a clear sky thunderbolt, instantly shocked enemies I can't hear any sound in both ears!

He suddenly bowed and shot forward, fitting into the front of the Dark Race Army!

In that instant, hundreds of Dark Warriors were hit by the sky and thrown far away from 100 meters. Then several blue and black lights emitted, chased several Viscounts in the air and cut them in half.

Hundred thousand Da Junfeng, Zhao Jundu fitted in and stopped.

After killing the morale of the Dark Race, Zhao Jundufang flew back to the city, surrounded by the black flame of the bear, as if nine days had come to the demon god.

It's just a big army, it's got its own rules, it moves according to orders. Even if the Dark Warrior morale was captured in the front, the rear warrior surged like a tide, pushing them under the fortress and into the range of fire.

When the bullet rain hit his head, it was also a death, so the Dark Warriors once again provoked ferocity and jumped into the fortress.

Fierce fighting, by the unfolding.

The number of Dark Armies is too large to be extended to the front of the fortress. So the giant servants surrounded the wings in groups, filled with werewolves and bloodlines, and even demons.

These giant servants, up to three or four metres high, move like wind, and any terrain is flat, even with dozens of heavily armed fighters hanging on them.

The quick-fire gun on the fortress turret rotates, pointing toward the servant spider. Servants also have a lot of wisdom, flying fast forward in S-type.

The fortress, however, was equipped with speedguns normally used in floating ships. The gunmen were the elite ones chosen from the entire Imperial Army. They were precise and harsh. In the blink of an eye, a servant was torn apart by the gunfire, and the soldiers on board were also seriously killed and injured.

Between the turns, the first wave of nearly a hundred servants were slaughtered, turning thousands of soldiers into corpses.

The commander of the Dark Race seemed to have no idea that the firepower inside the fortress was so strong that a moment later, two more teams of servants rushed out and encircled the two wings, while the army pressed forward, stretching the outer wall of the fortress and encircling it naturally.

If you encounter a servant again, the speedgun inside the fortress will naturally not be idle and will pour down the rain. But the outcome of this war was greatly discounted.

The Dark Race changed formation, and for every servant, a Viscount accompanied him. They did their utmost to intercept shells, more than half of which were intercepted in the air, penetrated, weakened by the field and reduced in power.

The result of this round of shelling was drastically reduced and it often took several times more ammunition to kill a servant. Less than 100 spiders were bombarded when the two spider forces joined behind the fortress.

Another force of nearly a thousand spiders bypassed the fortress and plugged it straight into the middle of the rear main base. This unit carries a large quantity of material and looks like it is to be built locally.

At the head of the fortress, a general came running. He found Zhao Jundu and said, “My lord, they need help! ”

Zhao Jundu just looked at the front enemy, and his head didn't go back: “Let them go. ”

“What?” The general hardly believed in his ears.

Zhao Jundu finally turned his head and said: “I said, let them go. ”

“Must we stop it with heavy artillery? ”

“Ammunition is limited and positively hostile. ”

“But…”

“Do you think there will be reinforcements? ”

The general opened his mouth and his face changed. He approached the core, knowing that the whole battlefield was tense and that he could not help himself at all points.

Then his expression turned steadfast and he shouted, “My men understand! Don't worry, my lord, with or without reinforcements, my men will fight the Black Blood bastard to the end! ”

"“ Very well, "said Zhao. But remember, you have to live. We will not necessarily lose this war. ”

The general gave a salute and ran back to his position.

Zhao Jundu suddenly pulled out his long sword and stepped forward, chopping open the head of a spider demon who had just climbed the walls of the city, while pulling out a short gun and shooting several shots in the air. Every time a gunshot was fired, a flying Viscount answered.

After a few shots were fired, no one dared to rush up and stay honest on the ground.

Zhao Jundu possesses the necessary gift of divine skill, rising above him, and searching for death.

Pressing all the enemies on the ground, the fortress's turret is high enough to dump the cannon and desperately reduce the offensive firepower of the Dark Race. At that time, Zhao Jundu had already rushed into enemy formation, passing through, blazing, harvesting the lives of the dark race.

The Imperial Army sergeant was in line to fight the dark race to death. Everyone knows that a step backwards is that the Ten Thousand Robberies will not be repeated. Even those who are greedy for life and fear death will kill their eyes red, and even if they have several knives in them, they will not retreat from the battle of death.

As a result, thousands of Imperial Guards turned into corpses of flesh and blood, dying to resist ten times the enemy's attack.

I don't know how long I've been dead, I just know that the sun is slowly moving in the sky, gradually dimming.

Zhao Jundu suddenly returned to the fortress city and cut down a few dark ethnic strongmen who had climbed the walls of the city. He came to the square formation and threw down two heads, fading away: “Hang up, a marquis, a marquis of strength. ”

Go ahead, he turns around, the black fire of the bear burns all the way and enters the army formation of the Dark Race.

And by this time, upstairs, a long row of heads had been hung.

When Zhao Jundu returned again, there were countless werewolves and spider demons crowded outside the city. He shouted and drank, sweeping his sword, and the blackflame swept across the field, instantly igniting hundreds of Dark Warriors. Empty the site in front of the city building and come out with a general.

Zhao Jundu frowned: “How did this happen? Where's your man? ”

The general pointed behind him and said, "That's it, my lord. ”

Behind him, a dozen people stood sporadically, most of them relying on something to barely stand. Zhao Jundu remembered that when he just left, it seemed like there were still hundreds of defensive troops. I didn't expect one of them to rush back, so there were only a few left.

At this point, a sudden burst of gunfire broke out and several fires swept over the sky. Over the Dark Race Army formation, several floating warships lined up and fired on the fortress turret.

Under ground and air fire, each was damaged, the turret was destroyed one by one, and two long-night floating warships were burned and crashed, causing heavy explosions underneath the ground, not knowing how many dark ethnic fighters had been killed.

At this point, the guards in the fortress were less than half the original, and a thick circle of dark racial bodies was poured around the fortress.

Zhao Jundu is no longer in need of battle, and there are enemies everywhere on the walls of the city. Many of the strong of the everlasting night have broken into the fortress. But they found that the interior of the fortress was very tightly arranged, that every house was built, that every corner could be ambushed, and that between the turns, they were caught in a nightmarish alley war.

A group of blood fighters stormed into a barracks and suddenly found several people in the room. Both sides pointed at each other and were temporarily frozen. Whoever fires first will end up in the same place.

“Afraid of what? They're more scared of dying than we are!” A soldier suddenly screams and sweeps with a gun!

After a heavy gunshot, there were only a few Empire fighters left in the room.

The soldier who took the lead gasped and ecstatically said, "Well, what did I say? They're more afraid of dying than we are! ”

The surviving soldier looked at him and looked strange. What the warrior felt, he looked down and realized that his lower body was long gone and was probably hit by a large-calibre gun across the street.

”He grinned.“ I didn't... I didn't mean to hurt you when I died. "

Several surviving fighters rushed in without taking care of the remains of their comrades. Another fierce battle erupted.

Before the gunfire was over, a third wave of enemies was triggered. A moment later, the room was finally quiet, with the Dark Race walking out of it, but three waves of nearly a hundred fighters before and after, with less than ten left.

Similar fighting took place in every room in the fortress, with casualties on both sides rising in a straight line.

In the formation of the Dark Race Army, an old Duke of Demonic origin frowned and watched as a team of troops entered the fortress, sinking into the sea without a sound.

An Earl came running and whispered: "My lord, the blood Count Silor refused to fight! ”

“Is that so?” The Duke was surprised not to be angry.

The Demonic Count hesitated, "My lord, I would like to remind you of the identity of Count Cyril. ”

“I think it would be better to think about the punishment we would receive if we lost the war instead of thinking about his identity. Whatever you do, use your mouth, use your knife, let him go to war! ”