.General Komante looked down on these local natives who seemed to be in the market, called "assisting war" and were actually wealthy.

According to his years of experience, on the real battlefield, the more people, the better. When it comes to war, a thousand elite soldiers are often more useful than ten thousand mobs. Incorporating a large group of people who make money in the army is really not good except for creating momentum. Instead, it will waste military rations and supplies in vain, seriously increase the logistics burden. And when it is defeated, if it is not done well, it will quickly disperse its own fronts, causing even more heavy losses.

However, since you don’t have to bear food, grass and weapons, you don’t need to take the lead in the warriors. It’s not bad to have these people be cannon fodder... General Komante was in a happy mood and held up his telescope. After watching these people burn and kill and loot in the empty suburbs of Tongbes Harbor, he finally gathered up again and began to rush into the city like a tide, and the scale was much larger than the last time.

As the flow of people slowly advances, fire dragons and smoke pillars are also continuously extending. Countless houses are ignited by fire, and countless shops are forcibly smashed open. People who failed to escape from the street in time are submerged in a flash, and many citizens hiding at home are also kicked open by the thugs and dragged out. Men are usually beheaded immediately, while women are tortured to death. Among them, the more magnificent the house is, the more severe the tragedy they encounter. From the door to the courtyard to the cellar, there are corpses that cannot be avoided by knives everywhere. The fate of several exquisite and luxurious elves' settlements is often particularly miserable. Basically, the entire area is submerged in the sea of ​​fire. Even if the guys who are lucky enough to escape, they will be beaten up by the thugs and be thrown back into the burning fire.

Those guys with decent weapons in their hands often get ahead of them in such a frenzied and harsh environment, rushing into the house in front of their accomplices, and first dividing the best spoils. Some people first lost copper coins to steal silver, then lost silver to steal gold, and finally threw gold to compete for gems and pearls. As for all kinds of cloth, silk, clothes and belongings, they were simply thrown out in piles and let others rob. The indigenous people who later joined were obviously extremely poor, not only the gold, silver, fine and soft that were easy to carry, but also the food, oil and salt that was most needed in the war, and even the thick and stupid furniture were put into the basket behind them.

As time went by, the huge crowds of people entering the city gradually turned from the flood into trickles and spread along the streets and alleys. Many hooligans and poor people who were originally in the city also took the opportunity to get in, and used coal ash and mud to paint some ghosts on their bodies. They followed the violence of the indigenous team and rushed left and right, killing houses everywhere.

The trusted guards of local chiefs and nobles played a pioneering role among the thugs everywhere, setting fire to houses everywhere, and using bayonets, bullets and maces to open the way when they resisted, causing citizens to drag their children to run around the streets. For a moment, thick smoke rolled in the sky, cried out on the ground, and a hellish scene was all over.

However, when these frantic thugs approached the city center, they finally encountered organized and tenacious resistance from the defenders. In front of each crowd, dense gunfire and explosions rang out one after another. Due to the lack of troops and the terrain was not good, the last few thousand elves were forced to give up half of the city that was difficult to defend, and let the mobs rage, instead taking the solid central castle as the core, relying on several urgently built barricades to keep the integrity of the blocks by the sea.

Amid the smoke and fire in the city, the red-eyed native thugs screamed and rushed towards the simple barricades made up of furniture and rags, and wave after wave of fierce attacks. The limited number of elves were scattered with guns, and in the blink of an eye it was filled with corpses and blood was flowing in the gutter. After a while, the elves warships in the harbor also fired rows of flowering bullets in time. These fragments scattered everywhere were difficult to cause harm to the soldiers curled up in the fortifications, but for those thugs gathered on the street without any cover, it was definitely a nightmare existence. Every explosion could create a terrifying rain of flesh and blood, scattering broken limbs everywhere.

The interweaving of blood and fire, the collision of iron and flesh. The cycle of life and death, the contest of courage and experience.

Like the previous attack, although the indigenous mob was large and powerful, it was just a group of unorganized and undisciplined mobs. Their main focus was on looting, and their fighting will was not as fanatical as it seemed. After being hit by the defenders, they seemed to hit the waves of reefs and began to retreat slowly in all directions - after all, half of the city had already been obtained, and although they had been snatched by the people who came first, as long as they were carefully sorted out, they could still find some good things... In short, there was no need to use their own lives to force them!

Therefore, with the barricades of the Elf Army and the large corpse teams as the boundary, the entire city was divided into two. The southern city extending inward 6 rolled in black smoke, and the fires penetrated the sky. From time to time, houses and buildings burned through the flames collapsed, and the fate of destruction was basically destined. The northern city near the seaside was still struggling to support it. Anywhere slightly empty were crowded with large groups of embarrassing refugees like frightened birds, looking at the empty pier and looking at the empty pier, the crying of despair was shocking for a moment.

Seeing a stalemate on the battlefield, General Komante couldn't help but frown, but then he soon became relaxed again - for him, the new conqueror, these thugs and tribal militias in the Delta region are also quite dangerous and unstable factors. It is a good thing to fight without any use. If their combat power is too strong, it will add a lot of trouble to the rulers in the future.

All the people were all tragic, and they just died and lost to avoid trouble in the future... This is what Komante really thought.

Seeing that the scene in the city was gradually being covered by smoke, General Komante whistled gently. Turned the telescope in one direction, and there was also a very fierce battle not far from the blood and fire hell in the city, and the technical content was far above the melee in the city. More than 20,000 troops, who he truly believed, were attacking the remaining elves on the outer defense line, and with the various turrets as the focus of the competition, they launched extremely fierce battles.

Although the various fortifications around them have almost no effect on the enemies who are fighting behind them, and the bulky fortress cannons cannot make a 18-degree turn without demolishing the buildings. However, a considerable number of the elves on the defense line are still fighting to the death, especially those purebred elves and half-elves soldiers. Given the tragic massacres and retaliatory massacres between the two sides not long ago, they knew that the indigenous people's deep hatred for the elves could no longer be resolved. Instead of falling into the enemy and being abused to death, it would be better to fall on the battlefield vigorously.

Therefore, the Inca military used heavy artillery to collapse the camps and fences, and they went into tunnels and trenches to continue to fire cold guns; the cannons fixed on fortifications could not turn around, so they made ancient trenchers to throw shells and explosives packs; the limited ammunition reserves were exhausted in the fierce battle, and they shouted and rushed out of the hidden place to fight bayonets with their opponents; when all the means were used up and the enemy rushed into the stronghold like a tide, they simply ignited the gunpowder depot and died together... It was the battle that had finally dried up the last drop of blood, and it did not disappoint the army's reputation that had once spread all over the world.

Unfortunately, the battle between these brave men is destined to be futile, not only because the strength comparison between the two sides is no longer suspense. The more important problem is that heroes and traitors always coexist. In contrast to the desperate battles of some warriors, many soldiers of non-elves not only welcomed the Inca army into the position without a single shot, but also tacitly made a comeback on the eve of surrender, using black guns or stabbed cold swords to kill the elves or half-elves around them first, and took over the armory and granary as a letter of surrender to clear their reputation...

This not only allowed fortresses to be broken from the inside, but also left a rift of suspicion among the troops that still insisted on resisting. We could no longer be united and resisted the enemy together. Therefore, although the two sides did not have a particularly large gap in combat strength, the collapse of the Elf Army was incredibly fast.

The two armies had only formally exchanged fire for less than three hours, and the attacking Inca army was basically left with the work of cleaning the battlefield.

The directors of loyalty and betrayal, righteousness and selfishness, tragedy and farce are now standing beside him... Thinking of this, General Komante no longer had the intention to observe the battle situation for a while, and couldn't help but put down his telescope, turned his body slightly, and quietly looked at the uninvited "international friend" beside him with a complex and subtle look.

From the outside, young travelers wearing a black wide-brimmed hat, a mortar windbreaker, and long leather boots on their feet seem to have nothing special, but if they are connected to the sun and the scorching background environment, it will look very strange - this is not a temperate country that is warm and cold, but a tropical equator where eggs can be roasted as long as there is sunshine and sand! Wearing such a thick outfit under the sun is no different from being tied to a stolen rack!

But this guy just wrapped himself tightly as if nothing had happened. Not only did he not faint from heatstroke, but he also had no trace of sweat on his forehead... This alone is enough to prove that he is not an ordinary person.

In fact, he is indeed not an ordinary person, or even a human at all, but a demon who has changed into a human shape and has been lurking in the mortal world for a long time - a powerful demon king who has been invincible in the infinite abyss, a capable subordinate of the "devil who looks the most like the devil" Lord Glazt, the "devil who looks the second demon" and General Oukai, who is famous for his great ideal of "pushing down the goddess".

The above is General Komante's original basic impression of this "international friend". In general, in addition to the identity differences, it seems that it is no different from those foreign adventurers who came to Mazka's "gold-breaking": the same ambition, the same greed and hypocrisy, the same fear of the world being unchaotic, and the same weak strength - from the first appearance in front of the Inca uprising army until the official alliance at the end of last year, General Oukai seemed to have no more than twenty capable subordinates around him, and the only real demon was he, the only one is a commander, and the others were hired to shake the flag and make a living. At most, they could only bluff strangers who were unknown. In terms of the size of the power, not to mention the colonial armed forces of various countries, they were probably worse than some smuggling caravans and foreign "exploration teams".

However, after experiencing the miracle or disaster in Cusco, General Komante's ideas began to change accordingly.

Especially when he witnessed General Oukai's "live performance" today, he was extremely shocked by General Oukai and the powerful subversion, destruction and intelligence capabilities of the organization behind him. It was General Oukai who came to the door before the war and told him about the Elf Army's chaos in the rectification and screening movement. The front line of defense temporarily showed empty important information, and it was not bad in time. It was General Oukai who arranged the rebellion activities against the defenders of various suburban strongholds, which made him annihilate this large enemy army at an extremely slight cost... Especially the giant iron golems on the Elf Army's positions that pose the greatest threat to the attacking party. Because of the large number of pocket magic interference devices arranged by General Oukai himself, they turned into piles of scrap iron that could not be moved before the battle. Without even a counterattack, they all became spoils...

Although the Elf Army has not had many excellent magicians after all the defeats, it is probably very bad in terms of magic combat and application abilities, and it is not particularly difficult to deal with. However, the fact that Mazka 6, who is far away from the base area, suddenly pulls out so many spell users, and so many traitors are inserted into the newly formed Elf Army unit. The power of the organization behind General Oukai is evident.

Moreover, unlike the dazzling giant floating warship of the Neseril Empire reinforcements, General Okai's strength is mostly hidden in the shadows. He rarely shows his dew, but the tip of the iceberg he showed in the last two major operations is enough to shock and fear anyone... General Komante couldn't help but secretly suspect that the army of trashed homeless men placed on the surface of Okai was probably not only a bargaining chip for him to cheat food and pay from his allies and superiors, but also a trick to eliminate the doubts and vigilance of the Allies...

In time, this force hidden in the dark might become a much more terrifying enemy than the elves colonists. The degree of threat is probably far above the Naserel people who seem to be majestic but are actually unused... It seems that even if the elves are successfully driven away, the future of them is still full of dangers... General Komante thought so without worry, and at the same time, his vision of General Oukai was even more subtle.
Chapter completed!