Chapter 213 I will severely insult your teeth
Jello Fortress.

The brilliance of the great barrier gradually weakened and disappeared, dimming from the outside to the inside, and entering an energy-saving state.

The soldiers of the fortress were cleaning up the battlefield. After the battle, many were injured and many died. What was even more troublesome were the dead soldiers who were buried underground by clods of earth.

The magicians slowly softened and separated the soil, revealing one tragic corpse after another.

There was not too much sadness, as they knew that death in battle was the fate of every soldier, but the powerful enemy left a shadow in their hearts.

They are husbands, fathers, and sons, but here, they have a common identity, that is, the guardians against monsters. Behind them is a fertile hometown, and where they stand is a wall made of flesh and blood.

But now, a small crack has been opened in the city wall. Although it is not big, it will eventually become a big hole that collapses in the future storms.

Yumi was a little dry-mouthed from shouting. With Semir and Shupu going offline one after another, the responsibility of command fell on his shoulders. Half of his body was wrapped in bandages and his right arm was splinted. His strong physique as a professional was enough for him to ignore many minor injuries.

He looked at his colleagues who were numbly leveling the road and searching for corpses under orders, and sighed in his heart. In the eyes of these brave warriors, life and death, victory and defeat are really commonplace. What they feared was not the power of the demons, but the unknown.

Just like the night battle last night, the portal technology that can avoid magic detection makes the demon clan's human wave tactics more flexible. They can rely on a steady stream of monsters to force the defenders to change their tactics and strategies, and provide a certain possibility for blitzkrieg.

Not to mention that there are unknown means hidden in the fog, and in future battles, it may not be that every time there will be a divine soldier descending from the sky.

"If we open a portal beyond the fortress to a town with many civilians..."

Yumi shook her head, "No, it is feasible, but there are probably other restrictions."

Although he thought so, there was still a shadow in his heart.

Moreover, there is the biggest rat on our side!

The soldiers mechanically carried out the order, looking at the fortress behind them from time to time. Commander Semir did not appear, and neither did the archmage.

"Have you heard that the quartermaster has been placed under house arrest?" Perhaps because of the depressing atmosphere, a new recruit suddenly broke the silence.

The veteran beside him sighed: "His evil deeds of reselling military supplies have been exposed. Otherwise, he could have fought a defensive battle, resisted the offensive, and waited for reinforcements."

The new soldier licked his lips and gathered the fragments of bones at his feet: "Will he be judged by Lord Semir?"

"I don't think so. Lord Semir is a civilian, otherwise he wouldn't have been sent to this godforsaken place to fight to the death," the old soldier shook his head. "That bastard Fakko has a background, and coming here is more like gilding. He got into such a big trouble this time, his future is in jeopardy, and he's lucky to be able to keep his life."

"He's still alive?" The recruit was a little surprised.

The old soldier rubbed his fingers together and said, "They are nobles. The lives of nobles are more precious than those of us soldiers. If we pay the ransom and someone from above protects us, we still have a chance to survive."

He shook his head: "Forget about it. The affairs of the masters are not for small people like us to interfere. Let's calculate how many merits we can get. That is real money, enough for a bachelor like you to marry a good wife!"

The recruit smiled shyly, but when he saw the silent battlefield, he couldn't help but stop smiling.

thump—

A figure fell from the fortress, making a loud noise and raising a cloud of dust, which also attracted the attention of the soldiers. A person walked out from the dust, with slow and steady steps.

The man stretched out his hand to the side, holding the long sword horizontally. His resolute face was very unfamiliar. The soldiers did not recognize him, but they could recognize the armor.

The pure white armor was like the first ray of dawn, and the cross engraved on his chest was eye-catching and impressive, just like the first time the soldiers saw him. In the moment of despair, he wielded his lance and killed the rampant demons, bringing them a ray of warm sunshine in the endless darkness.

The recruit opened his mouth but didn't say anything. He saw that the dazzling adult was holding something on the broad blade of his sword. His strong hand was holding the hilt firmly. His forward steps did not affect the sword at all. The sword was as steady as a mountain, and the thing on the blade did not shake.

It was a head, a head that died with its eyes open, and it was also the head of Quartermaster Fake, who might have been able to survive but now had no chance at all.

Lord Fake opened his mouth in a somewhat comical way, with a hint of ferocity and more surprise on his face. Perhaps he had never expected that he would die in this place.

"I heard that you are all experienced warriors?" Adam said, raising his hand.

The battlefield was silent.

"I heard that you resisted waves of monster attacks?" Adam's voice echoed.

"I heard that you are the empire's first stronghold?" Adam smiled.

"So that's why you're so dejected now?" Adam said, "because of a battle that was breached from the inside?"

"Where is your pride? Where is your dignity?"

"I don't think I saw any. I only saw a bunch of defeated soldiers," Adam laughed. "A bunch of wimps!"

The soldiers did not respond. If the Winged Hussars had not appeared, the balance of victory would quickly slide to the side of the Demons.

The new recruit clenched his fists and looked at the indifferent old soldier.

"That lord is a strong man. Victory and glory belong to him. We deserve to be scolded." The old soldier lowered his voice and smiled bitterly. "Our performance was indeed a mess. Long-term comfort has made our swords blunt."

He spat, "At least I hesitated a bit when I saw such powerful demons and monsters swinging my sword."

"I doubt that the next time a monster attacks your city, you will raise your swords and hide your heads in your balls," Adam shouted. "You might as well cut off that thing in your crotch now, at least that will make you feel more at ease."

"No, I will not surrender!" A voice came, and Adam looked over and saw a soldier with a somewhat childish face.

"It seems I was wrong. There is a man here," Adam nodded to him. "At least he won't just curse in his heart with a bitter face when being insulted by a high and mighty figure like you guys."

"You can learn from him," Adam whistled, "Maybe I will be lenient to the civilians who contradicted me because I am in a good mood or out of mercy."

The entire battlefield was like a powder keg about to be ignited, oppressive yet ready to go.

(End of this chapter)