.The defeat is like a mountain of defeat!

After another failed counterattack, Feili looked at the increasingly worse situation in front of her and couldn't help but sigh loudly.

With the issuance of the general attack order, the magic commando of the Elf Army rushed to the part of the central position occupied by the vanguard, and made a close-range bombardment at the Raccoon Legion gathered at the back of the position. Hundreds of fireballs, lightning and ice storms hit the Emperor* soldiers who were pushing and rushing to the bustling soldiers of the defeated soldiers, which immediately disintegrated their last bit of morale and began to scramble to flee. Even though Chairman Zena brought her personal guards to the battlefield, he still could not save the defeat. He could only continue to gather the miscellaneous troops behind and fill in the loopholes in the defense line in turn, and temporarily stabilize the front line with the advantage of numerical personnel.

The commander of the legion, Charlotte, had just barely stabilized the team, and had to take several teams of soldiers who could still control the counterattack. Although he killed some elves who were lax in defense, he did not drive down the elves that broke into the position, but instead suffered many casualties. Deputy Legion Commander Rick Tolini was shot down from the war horse by a fireball, and then was stepped on by countless pairs of stinky feet of the defeated soldiers. By the time he was carried onto a stretcher, the broken bones on his body were almost broken. As the battle intensified, the imperial command system on the center line quickly collapsed. The soldiers barely held on to the point of not running away because of inertia and the lack of enemy forces, but they could not last long.

As the various elves gradually joined the battle, the defeat of Emperor* became more and more obvious. One elves squadron after another were like sharp blades cutting through butter, interspersing back and forth between the chaotic raccoon legion. Many reinforcements were defeated by the elves that were penetrated through the formation, and even turned around to disrupt the guards of President Zena. As the two armies were completely mixed up, the remaining artillery soldiers on both wings of Emperor* did not dare to fire, and could only watch the arrival of the constant collapse.

After all the eight thousand elves were put on the battlefield, the soldiers of the three thousand raccoon legion and tens of thousands of miscellaneous soldiers finally completely lost their combat ability. They either surrendered on their knees or fled in all directions. The elves took advantage of the victory to pursue them. It took less than a quarter of an hour to completely drive the opponent out of the central position.

During this process, Ludwig on the left and Feili on the right tried to counterattack the lost central position many times. Because the two sides lost contact and could not coordinate, they were repelled by the superior elves of the elves. Because of their morale fluctuation, Feili had to retreat to the original position for a while and consider the next step of action.

Now the Eight Thousand Elves Army has lost less than 500, and the Emperor* on the battlefield has only less than 10,000 left, and has been divided into two parts. The outcome of this battle seems to have been decided.

"We can't sit and wait for death! Sir!" The blood-stained mage of red robe, Feton, pulled Feli's hand and shouted anxiously, "Run again, we still have cavalry and are not involved in the battle!"

Feli supported his tired body and stood up from the sand pile. He put his hand on a pergola and looked at the central position with the green leaf flag flying. Then he shook his head and rejected Ferton's suggestion, "The cavalry is useless in this terrain!" He pointed to the uneven beach in front of him and a series of sand dunes with steep slopes. He retorted, "The enemy only has a greasy technique to make a team of cavalry roll down from the dunes, and build blocks of living people on the performance site!"

"What should I do? When the Elf Army drops the heavy artillery, we are all going to be done! You can't let everyone die! Sir!"

I know that guarding here is waiting for death! But in this situation, isn’t it seeking death? Feili muttered a little depressedly. Give up the preset position and attack the enemies who are defending high places. This is still too difficult for the Giant Bear Legion, which is only half a bastard at most. Compared with the Elf Army that has been fighting for a while, although the Giant Bear Legion is considered a new force, it lacks training and no fighting will. After rushing up, it often turns its head out of the position and flees for a moment. Even the magic commando can only barely fight with the other ordinary troops.

As the commander, Feili could only follow the team to charge back, fearing that she would become a prisoner or a corpse after a step slowing down. The fierce shouts of killing seemed to still shock his eardrums. On the way to attack and retreat, the bodies of Emperor* soldiers in gray uniforms were scattered everywhere. In the simple medical center, hundreds of wounded people covered with caves kept crying and struggling in pools of blood. Most of them would soon die due to lead poisoning and excessive bleeding, and they didn't have time to wait for the priests to treat them. Feili was surprised how she retreated here without any harm.

These unsuccessful counterattacks have caused the two infantry brigades, the main force of the legion, to lose nearly 30%. The violent women who whipped their whip were only good at melee combat and lacked protection. They were completely unacceptable to long-distance combat in the age of hot weapons and could not enter the battle at all. The sand dunes were too steep, and the unlucky bears could not roll on the wooden barrels. If they were to climb up to fight by themselves... I had tried this just now. The elves first used flash techniques to deprive the bears of their eyesight, and then took advantage of their chance to climb the hill to drop the grenades. The whole group of bears was blown down and almost turned into roasted milk bears. Although they were thick-skinned and thick-skinned, they were not killed in battle, but it was really difficult to get them into the enemy formation. The sand dunes half inside and outside looked so close, and they charged so far.

He turned around and looked to the side near the sea. Karthas was taking his dissatisfied brigade to carry out the anti-login mission. These people were worthy of being elites selected from the Central Army. They were not afraid of facing the grand scene of the enemy's ships. Instead, relying on the reefs, sandbags kept firing, and adjusted several small-caliber field guns. Under Karthas' magic positioning, they kept firing flowering bullets. Every time they hit a small boat, they instantly exploded and flesh and blood. The blood flowing out of the enemy was about to dye the calm bay red.

Due to insufficient water depth, the elf warships could only anchor and stop ships about two miles from the coast, and could not be bombarded on the other side. Even the small boats were often stranded, and landing soldiers had to advance hard in the cold knee-high sea water. From time to time, soldiers who were wading forward could not pull out their feet because they were stuck in the mud, and then they were shot into sieves by dozens of guns--the regular army's gun technique was much better than the half-baked ones of the Giant Bear Legion. The number of civilians who were twice the number of soldiers were helping them load bullets to ensure that the firepower grid was not interrupted. Until now, no elf soldier had passed through their defense.

However, no matter how enthusiastic the beach is, it is obviously completely impossible to draw these people to attack the lost dunes. Feili carefully took a look at the remaining chips on hand, and finally could only sigh helplessly.

"We can no longer attack, the enemy still has at least seven thousand. We only have less than five thousand people left and can still use guns. So please hurry up and dig up the bunker and prepare to resist the enemy's shelling." He waved his hand and issued an order to Neville, who was staying with unwillingness to Ferton, and several other officers, "We don't have much time anymore! I hope Charlotte or Chairman Zena can gather the defeated troops in time and throw them into the battlefield again." Finally, Feili comforted everyone with words he didn't believe. Of course, no one would take it seriously, and everyone's face was very dark.

Suddenly, a deafening cheer sounded from the sand dune opposite. The alarmed officers turned their heads and saw a black challenge flag rising slowly on the temporary erected flagpole. Without telescopes or hawkeye, they could clearly see a dark cannon being pushed to the edge of the dune. Elf soldiers in dark green uniforms slowly arranged eight square formations under the dune, and the sharp bayonets shone brightly in the sun.

Looking at this posture, the officers held their breath and the command center suddenly became silent.

"Do you think about how to break through?"

Someone suddenly whispered like this. Although I couldn't tell who it was, everyone could hear it clearly in the quiet environment. Some people's faces were red, but more people were thinking, and seemed to think that this opinion was also good. Feili looked as usual on the surface, but her heart was also up and down, as if she was playing drums.

"Are you really going to lose this time?"

Scattered gunfire sounded from time to time on the burning positions. After a tug-of-war, the elves finally completely controlled the central position of the Emperor*. In addition to eliminating the remaining enemies, they also repelled the counterattacks of the Emperor*'s wings several times in a row. After a brief rest, some of the elves rushed down the sand dunes and began to set up a formation in front of the enemy again, preparing to launch a new round of attacks and destroy the enemy's right wing in one breath.

Walking through the corpses and embers all over the ground, Daniel looked at the current situation of the troops with confidence. As a result, the situation was quite good. Although the soldiers were a little tired, the joy of victory made them all happy and energetic. Whenever he walked past the soldiers, there would bursts of warm cheers burst out.

Victory came so easily! Daniel thought proudly, and at the same time felt a little ashamed of his judgment that he was too cautious before, and even scared himself. The enemy in front of him was really nothing terrible, it was simply vulnerable, and it was easier to solve than any opponent he had encountered before.

At present, the enemy's central main force has collapsed, but there are still some remnants on both wings. The enemy on the left wing suffered heavy casualties and had abandoned most of its positions in the continuous counterattacks. However, because it is backed by the forest, it is easy to escape, which is not a good target for encirclement and annihilation. The enemy on the right wing is surrounded by the sea and its own troops. Although the landing at sea seems not going well, they have no way to escape after all. Daniel plans to destroy this intrusive force next, and then pursue the deserter who has just been defeated, so that they cannot get the opportunity to gather again.

He turned around, raised his head and looked up. The elf gunner had dragged the artillery and ammunition truck he had originally carried onto the newly occupied dunes, and placed them with the newly seized heavy guns, ready to provide fire cover for the attack. Among the dark gun barrels, Princess Freya was wearing bright military uniform, standing at the highest point of the dunes, and was dragging a gold-emulsed silk cloak behind her. Daniel raised the saber in front of the dunes and signaled her slightly. Freya smiled and returned the gift, and even threw a erotic kiss, which made Daniel blush. It seemed that because of the easy victory, the Your Highness was in a good mood.

But this was not enough. Daniel looked around and saw that two thousand Royal Guards had lined up in front of the dunes and made all preparations for the attack. This time, he did not use Marine soldiers anymore, but only called his own people. Due to his misjudgment, this battle made the Marines again. We cannot make such a mistake again. We must leave enough opportunities for the royal army to make meritorious contributions.

The war drums were beating and the war horns were ringing. Princess Freya pulled out her gorgeous saber and drew a perfect arc in the air. The messenger waved the signal flag and issued the order for the general attack. Balls of orange-red flames then rose up in the dark muzzles. The choking smoke filled the dunes. The red fireball fell in the middle of the giant bear legion's position like a violent meteor shower, turning this unfortunate beach into a drill field of fire and explosion.

The giant bear legion's counterattack was weak and the few remaining artillery were destroyed at the first time. After losing all countermeasures, they could only hide in the trench that had just been dug, covering their ears to protect their hearing. While trembling on the ground, praying to the gods of their faith, blessing themselves not to be hit by the next shell. Thousands of frightened war horses jumped and ran around on the shrapnel-flying positions, and the unlucky people who were trampled to death and injured by these beasts were more than those who were shot.

Amid the rumbling cannons, the soldiers of the elves shouted in unison, as if all the enemies were like fallen leaves in front of them, and were about to be in a state of peace. They were indeed qualified to be proud. In just a few dozen days, these soldiers crossed the vast ocean and came to the northern country of ice and snow. Whether on land, in the ocean or in the sky, they annihilated seemingly powerful opponents one after another and achieved glorious victory. At present, the last established armed forces of the enemy will also be destroyed in their hands, and then they will completely conquer this vast and rich land - at least in their hearts.

This is the most majestic moment for the Elf Expeditionary Force

But when the fortune reaches its peak, it is often the time when it declines, whether it is a person, an army, or a country.

Win or defeat is often just a blink of an eye.

The artillery bombardment before the attack had just begun. A trace of discordant, slightly high-pitched note suddenly appeared in the rumbling cannon. At first, not many people noticed it, but soon, the disharmonious explosion sounded intertwined, causing the earth to tremble even more violently.

Due to the exhaustion of high-quality steel, most of the newly made artillery in the colonies have deceptive bulky body shapes and the advantages of being extremely easy to explode.

The artillery on the heavy artillery position in the center of the Emperor* Front is even the defective product selected by the army, which further enhances the advantage of easy explosion. It can be called a suicide and burial. It can be regarded as a product for choosing a large firecracker to watch giant fireworks.

The elf artillery was deceived by the thick outer walls of these inferior artillery and filled the barrel with excessive injection drugs. And because of lack of experience in using it, the ammunition box and the artillery were not separated.

The violent shelling began, and the overwhelmed inferior artillery naturally produced flakes of explosions. While the broken metal fragments cut the gunner into minced meat, the burning fireballs also ignited the ammunition boxes scattered everywhere, as well as the flammable potions of the accompanying magicians, and then some wonderful chemical and magic reactions...

So, people on both sides of the battlefield also found in surprise that the entire sky seemed to suddenly dim, and then a dazzling huge flame rose from the top of the sand dune where the cannons were placed. The bright flame almost covered the entire sky, and it also blew the eyes of anyone who dared to look directly at it.

A violent shock wave came immediately, and the earth seemed to have an magnitude eight earthquake. The heavy artillery was thrown up like a toy, and countless tents were scraped to the sky. In this doomsday catastrophe, the creatures in the battle seemed even more insignificant. I don’t know how many people became burial objects for this safety accident. Among them were elves, humans, dwarves and dark elves.

When the ground was trembling, Feili, who was watching the battle in the command center, jumped up with shock, and drilled a hole from the tent and flew out, then fell heavily on the beach. The pain made him look like stars, and he vomited blood on the ground, and his ribs were probably broken, making him regret not preparing some outdated stone skin techniques for himself. However, when he saw an iron cockroach suddenly falling from the sky and pressing a bad ghost beside him into a meat pie, he felt that preparing stone skin techniques was not very useful - marble could not withstand the smashing.

Not only people and horses, but also tons of sand were shaken into the sky, and then they fell downwards with crackling sounds. He felt his ears buzzing for a moment and could not hear anything. He endured the severe pain in his chest, took out a bottle of healing potion from the space ring, swallowed it with the sand, then raised his head from the sand with difficulty, looked around, and showed that there was no one around him, and a horse could still stand well. In the sudden vibration, everyone was thrown out of the trenches and tents, and then they were smashed to the ground and even to the sea. The most unfortunate soldiers seemed to be baseballs hit by giant batons, drew a perfect arc in the air from a distance, and then were pricked by spears standing on the ground, horses or wooden fences that were sharpened at the top, and they seemed to be inactive.

He sighed, sucked in a mouthful of sand, then quickly turned his head to an angle and used Hawkeye technique. As a result, he observed that the elves soldiers on the opposite side were even more tilted, with all kinds of things, and the casualties seemed to be worse than those on his side. Some guys even flew into the sky like dolls hit by heavy hammers, and the moment they landed, the scene was terrible. What surprised him even more was that on the explosion of sand dunes on the opposite side, a huge cloud of mushrooms was rising, changing countless colors from black to red in the firelight.

"Oh my God, was it the atomic bomb that exploded? When did the Elf Army launch such a weapon of mass destruction?"

Feili was stunned for a moment, and then asked an idiot question like a fool. Just as he was lying in the middle of the sand and staring at the bright mushroom cloud in a daze, the earth vibrated violently again, but this explosion was not completed at once, but repeated, one after another, one after another, one after another, and another vibration. Obviously, the remaining arms were ignited by the flames and began to explode constantly. In the dust of the sky, red lights flashed everywhere, and from time to time, the broken limbs and broken weapons and supplies were thrown into the air by the air waves, and then they hit the heads of the unlucky ghosts around.

Seeing the tragic situation ahead, Feili's scalp numb and quickly put a bunch of magic shields on his head, then hugged his head and shrank it into a ball, and even quietly prepared teleportation to escape in desperate situation. As a result, after waiting for a while in fear, nothing fell from his head, he realized that his position was quite far away from there, and these high-altitude fallen objects did not seem to have such a powerful range...

He let go of his hands holding his head and looked left and right. Now someone had stood up and pointed at the enemy that was constantly exploding, and felt embarrassed.

"Oh, I was so scared just now. Even my reaction nerves were not right."

Feili murmured a few words, then stretched out her body, intending to stand up and watch the fun. Unexpectedly, another violent vibration came, pushing him back to the sand pit that was originally lying on his face. He struggled to raise his head, but he saw an even more incredible scene:

Amid the screams of soldiers on both sides, the dune with heavy artillery and mushroom clouds rose up with a huge roar, and then collapsed, burying all the elves that were originally lined up in front of the dunes, and buried them at the same time, as well as the charred corpses on the dunes...

Fate once again made a cruel joke on both sides who fought in blood.
Chapter completed!