The Eve of the Decisive Battle (Part One)

The war in the north of the Kingdom of Arthur was raging, and the Ambrisset Mountains in the south were no quieter.

Two days earlier, Renard had led two thousand soldiers and five hundred Temple Knights in covering the main force's retreat from Qiming Mountain.

They held their position for two hours. Only after the main force had disappeared into the dense forest at the foot of the mountain did they use a spatial teleportation scroll to escape.

The more than two thousand men spent two whole days making their way through the mountains. After great effort, they finally shook off the demons pursuing them and reached the northeastern camp, where they reunited with the main force.

The expedition had yielded a great deal. They had killed at least four million demons, more than three million of them through the fire-attack plan.

Although over ninety-five percent of the demons killed had been cannon fodder, the losses had still dealt the enemy a heavy blow.

The demon nobles could not possibly swallow this insult. The very next day, they launched a massive assault on the temporary defensive line built by humans and natives.

Accompanied by the heavy beat of drums, the demon army surged toward the wooden palisade like a rising tide.

The defenders naturally weren't about to sit back and wait for death. The thunder of cannon fire rang out first.

The area between eight hundred and fifteen hundred meters in front of the camp was blanketed by dense cannon fire, becoming a deadly no-man's-land.

But the demons' advance was too fierce. More than sixty percent still made it through the killing zone and rapidly closed in on the camp.

Once they were within three hundred meters, the muskets could inflict serious damage. The commanders promptly gave the order to