“Cough, cough…” Fanna crawled up from the ground, first nervously touching his body and legs, and only relieved when he found nothing was missing.
But his heart sank again the next moment.
Many people around the fortress cannon were pierced by bone spears, and it was unknown if they were still breathing. Some soldiers with pierced hands and feet were rummaging back and forth in the pitted mud, trying to retrieve their severed limbs. This scene made his eyes feel sore. The artillery battalion's squads were cultivated by His Majesty bit by bit, and they rarely suffered losses from resisting the Duke of the Western Region to attacking Hermes. Now that so many had fallen at once, the sadness in his heart was indescribable.
But Fanna also knew that now was not the time for sadness. The First Army's angel, Nana Wa xiaojie, was in the camp infirmary. As long as the wounded were sent there, even if they only had a breath left, the angel xiaojie could bring them back to life!
“Is anyone there!” He crawled on his hands and feet to the side of a seriously injured man whose stomach had been pierced. “Someone help me!”
“Sir, I'm here!” Chenwu, two soldiers responded and ran over.
“Send him to the infirmary,” Fanna stuffed the flowing intestines and minced meat back into the other man's stomach, “don't leave anything behind.”
“S...Sir,” the man grimaced in pain, “I…”
“Stop talking nonsense, save your energy to kill devils,” Fanna patted his cheek. “Hurry back, I'm still waiting for people to fire the cannon, understand!”
After the wounded man was sent away, he ran to another first-aider, “Did you come from the camp?”
The other party glanced at the emblem on his shoulder and raised his hand in a salute. “Yes! Do you have any instructions?”
“Continue with your work, saving people is the priority,” Fanna waved his hand. “What's the situation at the front line?”
After the artillery position was attacked, the nearly five-hundred-meter-wide front line was covered in smoke and dust. Apart from the cannon closest to him, he had no way of knowing the situation of the other squads. He could only vaguely see many figures running and the sound of gunfire from time to time. However, even the first-aid squad in charge of rescue had come in, but he didn't see any replacement gunners, which was indeed a bit strange.
“The devils have already attacked, from the sky!” The first-aider bandaged a wound, his voice a little hurried. “I just came from the central camp and saw those winged monsters land and fight with the heavy infantry team.”
The devils actually landed after throwing the spears?
That is to say, the current chaos was caused by the intrusion of enemies in the rear. The replacement personnel couldn't get close to the fortress cannon for the time being, and those who came to help were all the reserves stationed in the headquarters, while the front line was still intact.
Recognizing this, Fanna immediately understood where his duty lay.
He had to get these fortress cannons working again.
The enemy wanted to stop them from bombarding the approaching devil hordes, and he must not let them get their way easily.
As long as the front line was not breached, this little bit of enemies would be dealt with by the heavy infantry team sooner or later.
Although he didn't know where His Majesty found such a group of monster-like warriors, who could carry a pile of equipment weighing as much as a field gun without even panting, one thing was certain: these elite warriors would definitely not be at a disadvantage even when facing ferocious devils.
“The wounded are in your hands!”
Fanna scurried to the side of a scattered ammunition box, using all his strength to pick up a shell, and staggered back to the gun barrel, pushing it into the breech.
Then came two sections of propellant.
What originally required two people to do was now being done by one person, and just one loading made him feel a little out of breath. Covering his mouth with his sleeve, he took a deep breath and began to adjust the cannon's firing angle according to the enemy's previous speed of advance.
At this moment, the first-aider screamed at him.
“Sir, watch out behind you!”
Fanna felt his blood freeze instantly. He didn't even have time to turn his head before instinctively rolling to the ground!
And this action saved him.
He only heard a "clang," and an axe passed over his head,
Slamming into the breech, sparking a series of sparks.
He looked up and immediately met the eyes of a mad demon!
“Loka—!” The mad demon picked up his axe and walked towards him, roaring.
It's over, Fanna only had this thought in his mind. Although he had a saber at his waist, the prone position made it impossible for him to draw it. And even if the hilt was in his hand, how could he block the opponent's next blow? These guys were all monsters whose strength and speed far exceeded ordinary humans!
Seeing that the opponent was about to chop down with his battle axe, Fanna couldn't help but reach out in front of him—
“Crack!”
An ice wall suddenly rose up, horizontally between the two, the axe landing right on the edge of the wall, splashing points of ice crystals.
This is… saved?
He turned his head in shock, only to see a blue-haired witch reaching forward with one hand in a grabbing motion, looking at the devil with a calm expression. “Get behind me.”
Fanna gritted his teeth, and even though his legs were too weak to stand, he still rolled and crawled to the witch's side.
“Ga, fa ka——————!”
Even if he couldn't understand the devil's language, he could feel the enemy's strong anger and killing intent.
The opponent rushed out from behind the ice wall, squatted down, and the right arm holding the axe swelled violently.
The witch advanced instead of retreating, and ice spread under her feet, like a god in charge of severe winter.
The moment the devil swung his arm, an ice prism shot out from the ground, not only knocking the axe straight away, but also breaking his arm into a strange shape. Half a grayish-white bone pierced the skin surface, hanging with a few strands of muscle exposed to the air, its appearance was extremely terrifying.
Before the opponent could cry out, the ice crystals, which had already passed the ankle, climbed up at a speed visible to the naked eye, freezing the enemy into an ice sculpture in a matter of seconds.
“Th...Thank you,” Fanna finally breathed a sigh of relief.
“It's not over yet, the second wave of spear throws is coming.” The witch looked at the dust-filled sky. “Moriel xiaojie!”
That's right, he suddenly remembered that there was an interval between the devil's spear attacks. Since the mad demon just now was able to make his arm swell, it meant that the sky had become dangerous again.
However, who was the Moriel xiaojie that his savior was talking about? Was it really okay not to take cover now?
“Leave it to me.”
As he was confused, a slightly childish voice came from a distance.
Then Fanna saw an incredible scene!
A semi-transparent blue sphere suddenly appeared above his head for no apparent reason, and expanded like being inflated, quickly incorporating the surrounding area of nearly ten meters into it. At the same time, the tentacles on both sides of the sphere swung left and right, dragging the lightly wounded who had not been sent away into the area covered by the sphere.
And the enemy's attack came as scheduled at this time.
Five or six bone spears shot down like lightning, piercing straight into the sphere. Fanna could clearly see the ripples created by the spear tips, as if they were piercing into viscous water. The surging ripples overlapped each other, causing the sphere to tremble non-stop, as if it would break at any moment, but in the end, the bone spears stopped a few meters above the ground.
“Well done,” the blue-haired witch put away the ice in her hand, then looked at Fanna, “The danger here has been temporarily eliminated, you can retreat with your men first.”
“How can I do that,” the latter gritted his teeth and struggled to get up from the ground. “I haven't let those damned guys suffer enough yet.”
Now he only needed to complete the last step.
Fanna limped to the front of the fortress cannon, grabbed the linstock, and pulled it back sharply!
The scorching muzzle blast instantly dispersed the floating dust, and the artillery position, which had been silent for a quarter of an hour, once again resounded with a earth-shattering roar!