For them, I believe in superior firepower

Chapter 63
At the same time, the ruins of Winter Spring, the northeast defense line.

As the commander who was drawn to defend against the incoming Cold Servant from the rear, Crom himself had no complaints about the task.

Coming to Wintersprings meant that he was ready to give his life at any moment.

However, this does not mean that his soldiers are all ready and will not be afraid.

What's more, in order to ensure that the west line of defense, that is, the line of defense facing Winterspring City, will not collapse, the soldiers on the east line of defense are drawn from each battalion.

If the pressure on the defensive line is lower here, ten more will be deployed, and if the pressure there is greater, five fewer will be deployed.

And Crome will lead this temporary team to resist the Han Servant attacking from the west.

As long as it lasted until the sun was bright, the attacks of these damned summoned creatures would slow down a little bit, giving the soldiers in the line of defense a chance to breathe, and giving the commanders more opportunities to deploy their manpower.

Even if that is already stretched.

And just now, in order to minimize the casualties of the soldiers, and to save the few musket bullets and arrows, Crome ordered all the soldiers to lie down in the trenches on the spot to avoid the long-range attacks of the cold servants.

"Damn Han Servant, when will this blasting wind stop!" Hearing the "woo hoo" sound above the trench, Crome couldn't help cursing.

Han Servant, as a summoner of the wind-calling cold spirit, has the ability to push the air with psionic energy and bring up wind and waves.

And the wind and waves they bring up are extremely sharp because they contain psionic energy.

People in the wind and waves are like being in the mist. From time to time, the wind blade from somewhere may cut into the body and open the wound.

At least the ability user of Sequence Nine can use spiritual energy to fight against the wind blade when the wind blade reaches the body.

For ordinary soldiers, this is an out-and-out lullaby.

"Commander Crom, the enemy is coming up!" the soldier acting as an observer in the trench shouted in a low voice.

His voice was hoarse, as if he had tried his best, but he couldn't do it.

Crom gritted his teeth.

All soldiers have been fighting all night without rest and are now very tired.

With one or two more shocks, the line of defense he is in charge of may burst from the middle, and even spread to the western line of defense.

That was something he, as a commander, would never accept.

"Two hundred steps, one hundred steps, eighty steps, sixty steps, forty steps..." The observation hand's report of the distance seemed to ring the death knell in everyone's heart, reminding them that death was coming.

At this moment, Crom stood up straight first, and raised the dagger in his hand facing the cold servant who was attacking from a distance, "All soldiers, stand up and meet!"

Soldiers from different battalions, different regions, different accents, and even different weapons silently followed his orders.

They were already too tired, so tired that they didn't want to waste their energy by saying a word.

Those without long-range weapons should raise their shields to cover their comrades behind them.

With muskets, bows and arrows, use the fastest aim and launch.

Those who have long spears use their utmost strength to throw the long spears as throwing spears.

In order to cause maximum damage to the incoming cold servant swarm.

"Commander, the swarm of cold servants is still approaching, they haven't retreated!" The observer's voice sounded again.

"You don't need to say, I can see it!" Crome cursed, "All soldiers, one more round, then change to swords and prepare to fight!"

Letting ordinary soldiers and cold servants, summoners with psionic abilities, fight close to each other, which is almost like death.

But none of the surrounding soldiers stopped, let alone turned around and ran away.

Even the observation hand dropped the observation equipment, grabbed a knife from the side, and held it tightly in his hand.

They know that this may be the last fight, and they may die because of it.

But they are rebels, fighters who do not want to live by life.

Behind them, there are more companions fighting.

Finally, the second round of throwing weapons was fired, and the formation of the Han servants seemed to be a little looser.

But facing the soldiers in the defense line, they still have an overwhelming numerical advantage.

"Follow me, stop this group of sons of bitches!" After spitting out the bloody saliva in his mouth, Crom stepped out of the trench first and rushed towards the cold servants.

The rest of the soldiers raised their shields and swords one after another, forming small formations that could barely be regarded as offensive and defensive, and followed Crom's footsteps.

Almost from the contact between the two sides, the battle became extremely fierce.

Every second, there were cold servants cracking or slowly falling down, but the muffled groans and screams of soldiers were not uncommon.

And every time such a voice sounded, it touched Crom's heart.

Just when he had dealt with a cold servant with great difficulty, and turned around to rush to rescue the soldiers beside him, he suddenly saw a purple light suddenly glowing behind the group of cold servants.

That ray of light approached rapidly, with patterns on the surface that fluctuated constantly, and some strange crystal-like objects engulfed in it, swept past Hanfu, and melted them away.

"This...is Lord Baldwin!" Seeing this scene, Crom's nose turned sore and he was on the verge of tears, but he still shouted desperately, "This is Lord Baldwin's magic ripple, he brought reinforcements!"

The letter for help has been sent, but no one really thinks that the camp will send reinforcements in time.

Too little time and too dangerous a journey.

God knows if a whole team of communications soldiers will be able to return to the camp safely and report to the leader...

Therefore, the people in this line of defense have already saved their will to die.

But that purple ripple of magic energy, coupled with the words that Crom yelled, made the exhausted and helpless soldiers burst out with even stronger strength.

The previously precarious hand-to-hand combat front barely stabilized.

And an even stranger scene also appeared in the eyes of the soldiers.

Obviously the purple ripples meant death to the cold servants, but the cold servants in a large area around them gathered inexplicably towards the place where the purple ripples passed.

There may even be infighting.

How is this going?

Crom couldn't believe his eyes.

And he even saw a man holding a gun high on the hill in the distance, firing a few bullets quickly, but didn't make much sound, let alone attract the attention of the cold servants.

The next moment, two ripples of magic energy were sent out from different directions one after another.

And the place where they meet happens to be somewhere where the first ripple of magic energy passes.

Looking at the ever-increasing ripples, Crom's heart suddenly moved, and he shouted, "Everyone retreat to the trenches immediately and lie down on the spot!"

"Quick, quick!"

The soldiers didn't know what was going on, but they tried their best to get out of the battle quickly and return to the trenches.

And the next scene on the battlefield made them unforgettable, and they will never forget it in this life.

(End of this chapter)