The battle became fiercer as the enemy continued to attack .
With a whoosh, a dozen stone pillars plunged from above . Thick ashes and smoke, mixed with the Red Mist, permeated the air and overspread the pale moon . Chipped stones splattered against the ground, forcing people to bow their heads . The whole situation turned into a sort of doomsday disaster . One stone pillar landed right on one of the iron cases . The shockwaves sent Danny flying across the battlefield . By the time he realized what had happened, he had laid in a heap on the ground .
"Aargh . . . damn it," Danny muttered between his coughs, feeling a pain lance through his chest . Meanwhile, he also tasted blood in his mouth . "Malt, are . . . are you OK?"
"I'm fine," Malt replied next to him anxiously, "but you are hurt!"
"I've probably got a broken rib," said Danny through his teeth, wincing . "It's not a big deal though . As long as I can still pull the trigger, I can continue to fight . . . "
He fumbled in the darkness for his gun frantically, a little panic until he finally found it .
"No, you should run, as fast as you can!" Malt implored .
Danny struggled to draw himself up and leaned against a dented iron case behind him .
It almost cost him all his strength .
He saw a towering black stone pillar loom against the cloud of Red Mist, about to open .
Danny raised his gun slowly and placed it on his shoulder while using his knee to stabilize the weapon . Since the target was just ten meters away, he did not think he would miss it .
"Stop! That's enough! Why don't you leave?"
Danny could hear Malt scream . He also wanted to ask himself the same question .
"Because I don't want to leave the battlefield and I don't want to lose you . . . "
The moment he fired, the slab collapsed .
He hit it .
Before the demon tore the sac open, the bullet had penetrated his forehead .
This time, however, the demon did not fell flat on its face .
It walked out of the pillar while shaking what remained of the sac off his body and stopped before Danny .
It was an armored demon much larger than a Mad Demon . As it drew itself to its full, magnificent height, it cast Danny into a long shadow that spread across the sky . In the utter darkness, Danny could only see its red eyes glinting maliciously .
Danny reloaded the gun and pulled the trigger again .
With a clink, sparks flew off the demon's chest and pale blue waves rippled across its body .
The demon fixed Danny with a cool stare and slouched toward him .
It did not draw out its weapon but continue to shuffle toward him with a supercilious look on its face .
Danny repeated the same action mechanically . He reloaded the gun and fired, but his bullets seemed to have lost their magic touch .
"No . . . " Malt broke into a sob in despair .
Upon the fourth shot, dazzling flames suddenly erupted from the demon's chest .
"Bang!"
With an earsplitting crash, the demon was sent flying across the field and straight into an iron case .
Danny stood transfixed on the ground, watching a tendril of smoke escape from the muzzle in amazement .
Then he saw a man in front of him .
"Run, mortal," said the man as he turned around . "This is not something you can handle . We'll take over from here . "
The man was carrying a rifle with a huge caliber, the bullets around his waist as thick as his wrist . Apparently, they were not something a normal man could carry . Further, the man was plastered with the same armor the demon was wearing .
"Special Unit of Strategies and Tactics" .
Those were the words that came to Danny's mind at that moment .
This unit had become the most mysterious unit of the First Army since their debut during the first expedition . They never attended their training sessions, so nobody knew exactly how many of them there were and where they were stationed . The only thing he knew about them was that they were all picked by His Majesty himself and were considered as the most powerful troops in Neverwinter .
"Grrrrrr—"
The demon crawled out of the overturned iron case and hollered angrily . It finally changed its haughty attitude and reached for the giant double-edged sword on its back .
"Hmm, a Senior Demon promoted from Lord of Hell? No wonder you have such a strong magic reaction," the man said to the demon as much as he said to himself as he dashed toward his enemy fearlessly . "We've been waiting for this moment for a long time!"
Several soldiers armored in the same fashion followed at his heels . As the group joined the battle, the situation gradually changed . Despite their heavy load, they moved and walked much faster than a regular soldier . As they slowly cornered the enemy, their attack turned more brutal and even savage . After they exhausted their ammunition, instead of using bunkers, they switched to bayonets and started to stab the enemy ferociously .
The demon was actually swifter than it appeared . However, surrounded by the four raging warriors who were apparently out of their minds, it finally yielded to its fate . Its blue ripples started to fade .
No wonder they were picked by the king .
Yet this was also Danny's battlefield .
Danny would never back off unless he died .
He forced himself to sit up, supported his gun with his own body and aimed it at the battlefield .
When he shot down a Mad Demon that attempted to launch a surprise attack at the Special Unit of Strategies and Tactics from behind, the warrior turned around and cast him a glance from a distance .
Danny pulled open the bolt and took a sharp intake of the air saturated with the smell of gunpowder in a way an addict inhaled heroin . It was a mixed feeling of pain and satisfaction .
"Doesn't it feel good, Malt?"
. . .
"Darn! What the hell is the Artillery Battalion doing?"
"Can't they stop those raining stone needles?"
"I hope they didn't send newbies to the front . "
Down the trenches in the outer ring of the encampment, some soldiers were complaining behind shields, and Fishball was one of them . Although he was a member of the anti-aircraft machine gun squad, he did not think it a good idea to operate the machine guns when their enemy happened to be something more grisly than flying Devilbeasts .
After they had been wakened up, they had immediately manned the defensive line according to the predetermined procedure . They soon bombarded a few demons with crossfire and mortars on their way, so the defensive line remained intact . The soldiers on duty were confused as to who they were killing next . When everybody thought their mission would be exterminating loose invaders, they received a new order from their superior, who instructed them not to leave the trenches under any circumstances whilst preparing themselves for a fight against their real enemy .
A group of demons was coming to attack the campsite from both the east and the south . They were the main force of the enemy .
Fish Ball thought of the expedition that had taken place a few months ago, where swarms of demons had sprinted toward them at a tremendous speed . It was a chilling scene to behold . Fortunately, the First Army had got themselves well prepared . Their gunfire had stopped the demons somewhere 200 meters away from the encampment .
Yet now, there were no fortified blockhouses around the defensive line, and artillery reinforcements had yet to show up . Every now and then, a blast cracked like a whip through the air above them . As they could practically see nothing through the inky darkness, Fish Ball was not sure whether they would be as lucky as the last time .
"They're coming!" Suddenly, someone yelled . "They are 1,500 meters away from us . Everybody, stay alert!"
"1,500 meters? We can barely see anything within 200 meters!" Fish Ball complained within himself . He knew the order was given by the witch who possessed the Eye of Magic . However, as a soldier, he must obey orders . Under no circumstances could he desert his post . Fish Ball clenched his teeth, ready to fire .
Just at that moment, the train let out a long shrill whistle in the distance!
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