The Eve of the Decisive Battle (Part One)

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

Two days earlier, Renard had led two thousand soldiers and five hundred Knights of the Faith to cover the main force's retreat from Qiming Mountain.

They held their ground for two hours. Only after the main force had disappeared into the dense woods below the mountain did they use a spatial teleportation scroll to escape.

The two thousand men spent two full 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 sortie 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 blow to the enemy was still severe.

The demon nobles could hardly swallow their anger. The very next day, they launched a large-scale attack on the temporary defensive line built by the humans and natives.

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

The defenders naturally refused to sit back and wait for death. The thunder of artillery rang out first.

The area eight hundred to fifteen hundred meters in front of the camp was completely blanketed by shells, turning it into a death zone.

But the demons' assault was too fierce. More than sixty percent still made it through the zone and raced toward the camp.

Once they came within three hundred meters, firearms could inflict considerable damage. The commanders promptly ordered their troops to fire.

In an instant, gunshots rang out in a