The Situation Below

As the Winged Demons swarmed in from every direction, a faint stench of decay drifted on the wind blowing toward them.

Renard couldn't help covering his nose. "Holy crap! How long has it been since these guys took a bath?"

His joke did nothing to lighten the soldiers' mood. As soon as the Winged Demons entered musket range, the gunfire immediately drowned out the sound of their flapping wings.

To maintain their speed and altitude, the Winged Demons could only wear light leather armor. Some even went into battle completely naked.

In an instant, they fell from the sky like dumplings dropping into a pot.

Colliver was delighted. He snatched the musket from the soldier beside him and fired without even aiming, shouting, "Poor cannon fodder! Have a taste of what muskets can do!"

One Winged Demon immediately spun toward the ground like a goose that had been shot.

Colliver fell in love with the weapon on the spot. He copied the person beside him, worked the bolt to chamber another round, and kept pulling the trigger.

Seeing the Winged Demons plummet like raindrops, the soldiers finally began to relax. Some even found time to comment, "Look at that one. What a graceful way to fall."

They could joke all they wanted, but they hadn't forgotten their duty. Their eyes kept drifting toward the foot of the mountain.

At the same time the Winged Demons attacked, the demons below launched a suicidal charge.

But two legs could never keep up with wings. By the time the Winged Demons neared Qiming Mountain, the ground troops had only just entered the artillery's firing zone.

The cannon fodder demons were still leading the charge, with two or three units of assorted demon troops mixed in every so often. Fortunately, the outcome was much