Chapter 1372 - 1288: The Battle of Fat Toad (Conclusion) (4.8k)_3

Chapter 1372: Chapter 1288: The Battle of Fat Toad (Conclusion) (4.8k)_3

In such a passive and defensive situation, their speed had already become exceedingly slow.

The issue of insufficient supplies had already emerged.

The southern army of Dass set out only after breakfast, while the vampires hadn’t had human blood for three days, having marched all night without eating breakfast.

The battle lines of the two human reserve corps were getting closer, and the sound of clockwork cannons firing was becoming more intense.

One by one, vampires fell with blood flowers and black smoke bursting from their chests; the line of the wooden bridge retreated to the fence, and the line of the fence retreated to the wall.

Dass, his face smeared with blood, grabbed a handful of snow and wiped his face.

By now, he had completely figured out the entire situation.

Although he didn’t know why the main force of the vampires had come here, he somehow was on the verge of winning!

Yes, Dass judged that he could win rather than just repelling them because he had already interrogated the enemy about their supply issues from the captured vampire soldiers.

Although their forces were superior, their condition was not necessarily better than the soldiers of the Holy Alliance.

After the previous confrontations, the psychological defenses of these thirty thousand vampire troops were on the verge of collapse.

Although they could still recover, if he seized this opportunity to launch an attack, he might achieve an unprecedented victory.

The most crucial part now was to take the Tindalos Village.

The vampires within the village were already teetering, just a push away from collapse.

It wouldn’t take much force, just a round of five volleys and a charge to crush them!

He grabbed another handful of snow to wipe his face, turning it bright red. Dass gritted his teeth and tightened the strap of his helmet.

"Give me the flag," Dass ordered the flag bearer.

While the flag bearer was in a daze, Dass had already reached out and grabbed it, carrying the flag to the front line.

With the help of an amplifying monk, his voice could be heard by most of the soldiers.

"Follow me, and I will lead you to victory!"

Holding the flag of the Holy Alliance, facing the rain of bullets, the vampires were just filth!

Under Dass’s lead, the soldiers followed unconsciously, as if ignoring their own precious lives.

They were not here to rise through the ranks or for riches, but to defend their homeland!

Samuji looked at the charging reserve corps, and his heart pounded more violently than it had in a century.

He realized that if they broke through now, not only would they fail to tear open a breach, but he and his thousand elite vampire infantry would be buried here.

He initially thought this would be the starting point for his fame to spread across the eastern continent, but now it seemed like it would become his burial ground!

No, absolutely not!

"Volley!" Samuji roared.

"Volley!" Dass also roared.

A mere eighty meters had become a hellish killing zone at this moment.

The ground, walls, tree trunks, puddles, armor... all erupted with dust and sparks.

Blood sprayed from the holes, and both sides fell in waves.

Such terrifying casualties would even make Lilith cover her eyes, wouldn’t it?

Samuji did not, but watched in a daze as those human soldiers, after such fierce engagement, were still able to stand.

Even their flag was tattered and worn at this moment.

Blood gushed from Dass’s stomach, shoulder, and thigh, but he seemed to feel none of it: "bayonets—"

"Charge!!!"

The tattered flag fluttered in the wind, surging towards the village.

Like a tide that had shattered against a dam countless times, gathering one last bit of strength, punching against the current.

Gray-brown soldiers scaled the fences, leapt over trenches, steel bayonets pierced through armor gaps, or engaged in close-range shooting.

In a brief moment, the Brahms clan soldiers, known for their invincible close combat, ran like frightened rabbits.

But the bayonets and lead bullets didn’t stop, pursuing them from behind.

Cannon fire sounded again overhead, this time not shelling below the hillside, but above it.

Dirt and snow burst open, the vampires clutching their heads, stumbling and fleeing.

Samuji dared not ride a horse, fleeing in embarrassment with the assistance of his guards.

At this moment, the last bit of hope in his heart vanished.

He had only one thought now, escape, get out!

A vampire battalion was providing support below; if they met up, they could escape.

He did not want to become the first Angel Envoy captured by humans!

As long as he could reach there, as long as he could...

Standing under the ominous clouds, for the first time Samuji found the glare of the white snow blinding.

On the path where countless scarlet shadows had jumped, they still jumped, but now in the opposite direction.

"Cataloni—"

As if hearing Samuji’s shout, a figure flew up from amidst the jumping shadows, flying against the tide.

Could it be? No way?

In Samuji’s expectant gaze, Cataloni flew a little higher, then descended, picked up his sword from the bushes, gracefully turned back, and flew to the front of all the Baneful clan soldiers.

"Cataloni, you blind beast..."

Before Samuji could finish, sharp pain flared in both his leg bend and right waist, but this time he couldn’t clear all the bullets at once.

There were too many bullets; he couldn’t handle them all.

Supporting himself with the flagpole, hobbling over, Dass grinned as he glanced at him, then pointed the flag below the hillside: "Charge down, counterattack!"