Chapter 984 Angry Sound

"Ahem..." Fanner got up from lying down. He nervously touched his body and legs, and then breathed a sigh of relief when he found that nothing was missing.

But the next moment his heart sank again.

Many people around the fortress cannon were pierced by bone spears, and it was unknown whether they were still getting air. Some soldiers whose hands and feet were pierced were rummaging back and forth in the pitted mud, trying to find their severed limbs. This scene made him feel sore in his eyes. His Majesty had trained the artillery battalion team little by little. From resisting the Duke of the West to attacking Hermes, they had suffered very few losses. Now that so many had fallen at once, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

But Fanner also knows that now is definitely not the time to be sad. Miss Nanava, the angel of the First Army, is in the camp rescue center. As long as the wounded are sent there, even if they only have one breath, Miss Angel can give them a new lease of life!

"Is there anyone?" He crawled on his hands and knees to a seriously injured person whose stomach was punctured. "Someone, please help me!"

"Sir, I'm here!" Two soldiers ran over in the dust and fog.

"Send him to an ambulance." Fanner stuffed the intestines and minced meat back into the other person's stomach. "Don't leave anything behind."

"Sir...sir," the man grinned in pain, "I..."

"Stop talking nonsense. If you have this energy, why not save it and kill the devil," Fanner patted his cheek, "Go back quickly, I'm still waiting for someone to fire, understand!"

After the wounded were sent away, he ran to another first responder and asked, "Are you coming from the camp?"

The other party glanced at the badge on his shoulder, raised his hand and saluted, "Yes! Do you have any orders?"

"You continue to do your business, saving people is more important," Fanner waved his hand, "What is the situation on the front line now?"

After the artillery position was attacked, the nearly 500-meter-wide line was filled with smoke and dust. Except for the artillery closest to him, the situation of the rest of the team was completely unknown. Only many figures could be seen faintly running, and guns were shot from time to time. The roar came. However, even the first-aid squad who was responsible for the rescue work came in, but there was no substitute gunner. This was really strange.

"The devil has already invaded, from the sky!" The first responder said with a bandage in his hand, his voice a little urgent, "I happened to come from the central camp and saw with my own eyes those flesh-winged monsters landed on the ground, and then fought with the heavy armored team. Get up."

The devil actually landed after throwing the spear?

In other words, the current chaos is caused by the invasion of enemies from the rear. The substitutes are temporarily unable to approach the fortress guns. The only ones who come to relieve the siege are the reserves placed in the center, while the front line is still intact.

After realizing this, Fanner immediately understood his important responsibility.

He had to get these fortress cannons operational again.

The enemy wants to prevent them from bombarding the approaching demon swarm, and he must not let the opponent do so easily.

As long as the front line is not breached, this enemy will sooner or later be eliminated by the heavy equipment.

Although I don’t know where your Majesty found such a group of monster-like warriors who can carry a pile of luggage that is as heavy as a field gun without breathing, one thing is certain, even if these elite warriors face the brutal devil, they will not be able to breathe. It will definitely not fall behind.

"The injured will be left to you!"

Fanner trotted to the ammunition boxes scattered on the ground, used all his strength to pick up a warhead, staggered back to the barrel, and pushed it into the barrel.

Then came the two charges.

What originally required two people to do became one person, and just one reload left him feeling a little out of breath. After covering his mouth with his sleeve and taking a deep breath, he began to adjust the artillery firing angle according to the previous enemy's traveling speed.

Just then, the first responder screamed at him.

"Sir, watch your back!"

Fan Na felt that all the blood in his body had solidified in an instant. He didn't even have time to turn around, so he subconsciously rolled on the spot!

And this action saved him.

Only a "clang" sound was heard, and an ax passed over his head and hit the gun bolt, shooting out a series of sparks.

He raised his head and immediately met the eyes of a mad demon!

"Luo Ga——!" The madman drew his ax and roared towards him.

It was over, and there was only one thought left in Fanner's mind. Although he had a saber on his waist, he couldn't pull it out because of the way he was lying down. And even if the hilt was in his hand, how could he block the opponent's next blow? These guys are monsters whose strength and speed far exceed that of ordinary humans!

Seeing that the opponent was about to chop down the battle axe, Fanner couldn't help but stretched out his hand to stop him——

"Crack!"

An ice wall suddenly rose up between the two, and the ax hit the end of the wall, splashing a few ice crystals.

Is this...saved?

He turned his head in shock and saw a blue-haired witch making a grabbing gesture with one hand forward, looking at the devil calmly, "Come behind me."

Fanner gritted his teeth, and even though his feet were too weak to stand up, he still rolled and crawled to the side of the witch.

"Ga, vaka——————!"

Even if he couldn't understand the devil's language, he could feel the enemy's strong anger and murderous intent.

The opponent rushed out from behind the ice wall, squatted down, and his right arm holding the ax expanded violently.

But the witch did not retreat but advanced, and the ice spread under her feet, like a god in charge of severe winter.

The moment the devil waved his arm, a section of ice rushed out from the ground, sending the ax flying straight away and bending its arm into a strange shape. Half of a gray-white bone pierced the surface of the skin, and a few strands of muscle were exposed in the air. The appearance was very horrifying.

Before the opponent could cry out, the ice crystals that had already reached the naked eye climbed upwards at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after a few seconds, the enemy was frozen into an ice sculpture.

"Thank you... thank you," Fanner finally let out a sigh of relief.

"It's not over yet, the second wave of spear throwing is coming." The witch looked into the dusty sky, "Miss Moriel!"

By the way, he suddenly remembered that there was an interval between the devil's spear-throwing attacks. Since the mad devil had been able to make his arms expand, it meant that the sky had become dangerous again.

But who is Miss Moriel mentioned by the savior? Is it really okay not to dodge now?

"give it to me."

Just when he was confused, a childish voice came from a distance.

Then Fanner saw an incredible scene!

A translucent blue sphere suddenly appeared above his head without warning, and continued to expand as if inflated, soon encompassing an area of ​​nearly ten meters around him. At the same time, the tentacles on both sides of the ball swung left and right, dragging the lightly wounded people who had not been sent away into the area covered by the ball.

The enemy's attack also arrived as scheduled at this time.

Five or six bone spears shot down like lightning and penetrated straight into the ball. Fanner could clearly see the ripples drawn by the spear tips, as if they had been pierced into thick water. The surging ripples overlapped each other, making the sphere tremble non-stop, as if it would break at any time, but in the end, the bone spear came to rest a few meters above the ground.

"Well done," the blue-haired witch put away the ice in her hand, and then looked at Vanner, "The danger here has been eliminated for the time being. You can retreat with your men."

"That's okay," the latter gritted his teeth and got up from the ground, "I haven't made these damn guys suffer enough yet."

Now he just needs to complete the final step.

Vanner limped to the fortress cannon, grabbed the match rope, and pulled it back suddenly!

The hot muzzle wind instantly blew away the floating dust, and the artillery position that had been silent for a quarter of an hour once again erupted with earth-shattering roars!