The air was filled with the smell of blood and decay.
The mountains and plains were full of injured monsters.
Flies were flying everywhere, and many of the wounds had begun to rot.
The wailing sounds came one after another.
Somewhere on a hill.
"No more fighting!"
"I will definitely not fight anymore!"
"My wife Niu Huanxi is furious. Tell me how to fight her?"
The Bull Demon Saint was furious. Their tribe carried the blood of the ancient divine bull, and they were the best choice for attacking cities and walls. That was why they were always the ones taking the lead. Although they were physically strong, those despicable humans were too disgusting.
Just fire if you want!
Can we not choose the lower three roads of the cow?
certainly.
This is not the most important thing.
Although Niu Huanxi was blown black, it was not a fatal injury.
What annoyed him most was that there were only a few tribes whose ground forces could break through the artillery coverage line, and his tribe was one of them.
Breaking through the defense is sometimes not a good thing.
Because they have to face the most elite troops of the human race. What can these troops say...
Designated use of regular water.
Not only were they physically strong, but they also cast spells all over the place. They were not at all like normal human soldiers. They charged in formation, causing the herd to collapse.
Therefore, this resulted in the Bull Demon Saint becoming extremely furious.
That is... his tribe withstood the artillery fire, but suffered the most serious losses.
On the contrary, some ethnic groups that were obviously unable to withstand the artillery fire and gave up the charge from the beginning are still doing well now.
"I'd rather die than charge!"
Niu Mosheng said with certainty.
Some demon kings whose tribes had suffered heavy losses also echoed this.
The Demon King is the demon king of the tribe. If the tribe's population decreases sharply, not to mention being reduced to the point where reproduction is difficult, if the status quo is maintained for a few more days, even if the human dynasty is really destroyed, his own tribe is likely to be suppressed by natural enemies and never recover.
We fight to make ourselves happy.
How can we feel happy if we put our entire ethnic group at risk?
"Old cow!"
The red-butted monkey said in a deep voice: "That cannon is not an ordinary thing. A huge amount of it was consumed in the past few days. As long as they use up all their cannons within a month, we can immediately break through their defense line."
After careful calculations, he concluded that based on the current rate of loss of the monster tide, they could still withstand it for another whole month.
"Sure!"
The Bull Demon Saint snorted coldly: "Let you monkeys go!"
The red-butted monkey's old face turned red, as red as his butt.
He wanted to say that the monkey tribe was not physically strong, but if he said that he would definitely be scolded by the old cow.
Everyone is smart and knows clearly what's going on. They all think that other tribes will give up the monster so that their own tribe can reap the rewards.
How can there be such a good thing in this world?
If the monkeys were strong, he would certainly be willing to give it a try. Unfortunately, the monkeys were relatively weak, and he would just be giving away his life if he went.
He stopped talking because he knew that those who opposed with Lao Niu must have the same idea.
He wants to do things like persuading others to exterminate their race.
But I definitely can’t persuade him.
He sighed quietly, thinking that the memories passed down by his ancestors were indeed correct. The demon race was not good at fighting, and even if they stole human military tactics, it would be useless.
Because these clearly divided ethnic groups are simply incapable of obeying unified dispatch.
On the other hand, the human race is well-commanded. They charge when they should and protect when they should. They can operate in an orderly manner even when facing enemies that are several times their number.
Without this quality, the human army would not be able to stop the tide of monsters even with artillery.
Could it be...
Is the human dynasty really worthy of learning and following by the demon race?
Just like changing into human form and learning the cultivation methods of the human race?
The red-butted monkey was a little annoyed, but he didn't know what to say, because the other great sages were completely confused. It was okay to let them practice and fight on their own, but they were completely blind when it came to a confrontation between two armies.
At this time.
But a few more demon kings came over.
"Monkey Venerable, please judge for yourself. I brought the tree people with me to provide logistics, right? When you guys were fighting, it was fine for our tribe to provide some food. They ate all the leaves on our foreheads, but they were still not satisfied and wanted to dig out the roots to eat! What does this mean?"
"Aren't you hungry? I even asked our tribesmen to give you a big shit, which is enough for you to make up for it!"
"You've lost all your roots, you mother! You don't even care about your dignity, you deserve to be eaten by the lion tribe!"
"Lion Tribe! Oh, Monkey Venerable, the Lion Tribe refused to eat the rotten meat brought back from the battlefield, and insisted on eating our people. My little nephew died under the city wall, and now he has turned into lion shit. I can still tolerate it, but now my older nephew who is still alive is about to turn into lion shit. Are you going to do anything about it?"
"What do you care? You eat us, but you don't allow them to eat you?"
Red-butt monkey: “…”
He couldn't bear it anymore; the problem he was most worried about finally happened.
logistics!
There is a logistical problem!
Although he arranged a special group to be responsible for transportation, the demon tribe did not have any food, so everything had to be collected on site, and the efficiency was quite low.
So they also brought some groups of people that grow leaves very quickly. Together with the corpses collected from the battlefield and the lush aquatic plants, there was theoretically enough food for both carnivores and vegetarians.
But there are simply too many.
The battlefield is large, but compared to the millions of demon troops, it seems too small.
In addition, the war consumed a lot of energy, and the leaves simply couldn't grow that fast.
In addition, it was the recent rainy season and the weather was somewhat hot and humid. The limbs pulled down from the battlefield would start to stink after a few days, and there were not so many carrion eaters, so they naturally turned their attention to the ethnic groups on their menu.
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