Three hours later, Tie Zha looked at the tactical map and was thinking about which theatre to head to when a group of communication signals came in.

On the large screen of the command vehicle, a mercenary dressed in a light blue uniform appeared. As soon as he received the call, he announced in an orderly tone, “We are the Thunderbird Legion. We have locked onto Heights 621 and are preparing to attack the Aishan Tribe. According to the usual practice, irrelevant people, please leave the battle area for ten kilometers quickly. Otherwise, you will have to pay for all the consequences.”

Although the other party’s words were very impolite, Tie Zha still maintained a certain amount of restraint, asking Mu Qianhe to reply to them and agree to withdraw. Between mercenaries, in order to avoid vicious snatching of merit, when one side decided to attack, they had the right to ask the other side to retreat.

Afterwards, the four-sided coalition forces moved towards theatre 63. During that time, Tie Zha put on his power armor and flew to a short mountain five kilometers away from the Aishan tribe. He used binoculars to observe the battlefield. He wanted to see for himself what kind of tactics the Thunderbird Legion was prepared to use, and what kind of battle methods the Elda people would use.

About half an hour later, snow was churning on the horizon, and large numbers of mechs, vehicles, and marines appeared in Tie Zha’s sight. They were lined up and stretched for several kilometers, advancing at full speed towards the Aishan Tribe. They were estimated to have over ten thousand people in size.

They used the most conventional scattered formations and surrounded the highlands with arcuate lines. The tactics he used were even simpler and more brutal than a bearded man. Perhaps it was because they relied on the large number of people, wanting to directly push the other party to a level.

“Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh …”

Arcs of light flew out from the top of the mountain, carrying a dense sound of air-piercing. They landed in the Thunderbird Legion’s position. Instantly, lightning rose up in all directions, and thunderous rumbles echoed out, causing their cars to roll over, and their flesh and blood to fly everywhere.

One by one, the thunder-fire type retracted the mechanical legs, causing the body to sink. Then, it turned the turret and fired back.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

In an instant, hundreds of cannonballs exploded on the mountain, and snow springs soared into the sky. The scene was spectacular. From afar, the Thunderbird Legion had at least five hundred Thunderflame Styles. They were divided into several small teams, separated by more than a hundred meters. The Marines were divided into five rows, separated by more than two hundred meters, advancing one after another.

This formation seemed simple, but it was highly targeted. It could not only disperse the lightning spear’s firepower, but also maintain a sufficiently tight formation to avoid being broken by the air forces.

Half a minute later, the demons withstood the cannon fire and threw their lightning spears towards the mecha position. Blue rays of light descended, erupting into a dull, thunderous explosion. Some of the Thunder and Fire Styles were directly hit, and were blasted to pieces on the spot. Most of them were tilted to the east and west, requiring the cannon base to be refixed.

However, the scene seemed spectacular, but the actual loss was not much.

A few minutes later, the Thunderbird Legion’s first front was pushed to the foot of the mountain. Wild Wolf and Flamingo mecha began to climb up the mountain, and the soldiers followed behind the mecha, advancing layer by layer.

At this moment, a long horn suddenly sounded from the top of the mountain.

“Wu …”

As if echoing, a piercing bird cry sounded from the foot of the hill in front of Tie Zha.

“Croak, croak, croak!”

The voice was like a crow’s cry, loud and hoarse, extremely unpleasant to hear.

Immediately after, a black shadow shook off the snow on its body, flapping its six or seven meters long fleshy wings and soaring into the air. At this time, when the geniuses were just dawning, dawn shone on their dark green skin, reflecting a greasy luster. This was the scaleless flying dragons of the demons. Their skin would ooze with mucus, and most bullets would slip away when hit.

Their mouths were sharp and long, their teeth were fine and sharp, and their cold light shone like a hacksaw. He wore a leather rope around his jaw and a Demon Warrior riding on his body. He was fastened to his body with a leather belt and an iron buckle. The warrior was dressed in a leather robe, carrying a flying spear on his back. He was holding the reins in his hand, and his face and chest were painted with white lines.

There were still many bottles and cans that emitted light around their waist. There were light blue, bright red, and light yellow bottles and cans. Some of these potions could replenish psionic power, some could replenish physical strength, and some could stimulate potential.

I didn’t expect them to be hiding here, waiting for an opportunity to sneak attack.

“Pfff …”

With the flapping of the Scaleless Flying Dragon’s wings, large amounts of snow and dust surged towards Tie Zha. He quickly shrank back and hid in the deeper snow to avoid being discovered.

The light above his head quickly dimmed, and in just a few seconds, it regained its brightness. Tie Zha leaned out of the snow and looked up. He saw that the group of flying dragons had already flown into the sky, like a surging black cloud.

“Sarah!”

Then he heard a loud roar, and the flying dragon army immediately dived down and pounced towards the mecha position behind the battlefield.

On the snowy ground, rays of blazing flames soared into the sky, heading towards the group of flying dragons. That was the Thunderbird Legion’s air force, transforming the warriors.

“Aggressive …”

Flames flashed in front of him like fireworks exploding in the night sky. Rockets shot out one after another, dragging along long tail flames as they collided with the flying dragons.

Just as he was about to succeed, he saw a dense red mist spewing out from the group of flying dragons. Its color was dazzling, mysterious, and strange. The moment the rocket touched it, it immediately exploded, as if it had smashed into a wall.

“Sarah!”

Another loud roar rang out, and several translucent spears shot out from the black mist, flying like shuttles, as fast as lightning. In the next second, several large fireballs rose into the air. It was a transformed person who had been struck by the lightning spear and exploded in the air.

“Wu …”

One uneven wave after another rose. Just as the flying dragon army appeared, another long horn sounded from the top of the mountain.

The snow behind the Thunderbird Legion instantly rolled. The demon warriors climbed out of the snow and threw out their lightning spears as they charged towards the human front.

Facing the sudden attack, the Thunderbird Legion began to create chaos. Originally, they were the attackers, but they didn’t expect that not only did the Aishan Tribe, whose numbers were obviously inferior, not only didn’t they hide on the high ground, they even set up an ambush outside.

At this moment, the Wild Wolf Style and Flamingo Style were used to deal with the demon warriors halfway up the mountain, the Marine Soldiers were in the middle, and the Lightning Flame Style, which lacked melee abilities, was at the end.

More than 200 tribal warriors rushed over like wolves into a flock of sheep. They either used their lightning spears to shoot, or directly used their enormous strength to overturn them. In the blink of an eye, they had killed over a hundred Thunderflame Styles.

As for the flying dragon knights in the red mist, they were like invincible existences. There was nothing that could harm them at all. The reformers who fought against them constantly fell to the ground from the sky, or turned into fireballs.

The soldiers from the rear began to return, shooting at the demon warriors. Halfway up the mountain, the mecha began to move backwards.

“Wu …”

The third horn sounded, and the sound of killing shook the heavens. Thousands of demons poured down from the top of the mountain like a flood. There were men and women, old and young, some holding spears, some carrying large sticks on their shoulders, and with the advantage of the highlands, they rushed down with a wave of energy and charged into the human front.

For a time, the Thunderbird Legion was cut into several pieces, and the troops fought each other in chaos. Soon, signs of total defeat began to appear.

The army of tens of thousands of people had actually been surrounded by a small number of people, causing them to be utterly routed. It was truly embarrassing.

Tie Zha sent the battle images of the Flying Dragon Knights back to the headquarters. Yang Yong, who was more experienced, immediately recognized them. He said that the one who released the red mist was the Curse Mage who believed in the “Shadow Prince”. The red mist was called the “Shadow Mist”. It possessed the characteristics of a fluid. The greater the impact force, the greater the resistance, and the smaller the impact force, the smaller the resistance. If he directly threw the grenade in, it would disperse.

Not long after, as Tie Zha had expected, the commander of the Thunderbird Legion sent a request for help.

Tie Zha immediately made Mu Qianhe refuse. Not to mention the arrogant attitude of the other party, even if he was more polite, he was still unwilling. This involved the settlement of battle merits. When he entered the arena halfway, who exactly did he count as a battle merit?

It would be better to wait for the other party to be completely annihilated before coming back to deal with the Aishan Tribe, whose vitality had been greatly damaged. However, at this time, the Theater Commander Hildebrand also sent a request for reinforcements to the effect that “both humans should stand guard and help each other in repelling the outsiders.”

“How do I calculate my merits?” Tie Zha asked Mu Qianhe straightforwardly.

“According to the mercenary convention, half.” Hilbrand replied.

In order to support Seventh Brother, Tie Zha sighed and made Mu Qianhe agree.

After agreeing to reinforce, Tie Zha removed the heavy Barrett and lay on the ground, looking for an opportunity to kill the Curse Mage.

The battlefield was in chaos. The demons and humans were hanging together, roaring and screaming continuously.

A demon warrior was concentrated by more than twenty human soldiers. The protective totem was shattered, and his body was constantly bleeding. He trembled like a sieve, and finally fell to the ground with a loud boom.

In another place, a demon warrior charged into the group of soldiers from the side. He hacked the front soldier in half with an axe, then grabbed the other’s upper body and smashed it at the soldiers who were shooting at him. Then he threw down his axe, grabbed the hands of the third soldier with both hands, and roared, “Sarah!” He forcefully pulled out both of his arms and spat out blood all over his face.

Turning around, not far from him, a few human soldiers threw a young demon woman to the ground. They sliced open her abdomen with a dagger and pulled her intestines out. The scene was crazy and bloody, like a few wolves splitting their prey.

Further forward, a sturdy Demon child was riding on top of a human soldier. He punched him in the face one after another. His teeth flew, his eyes exploded, and his entire face sunk.

Tie’s gaze had been locked onto the Flying Dragon Army. Not long after, they actually flew back. Tie Zha hurriedly retreated into the snow and waited until he heard the sound of a flying dragon descending before looking down again.

The warriors riding the dragons were taking out potions and pouring them into their mouths. It seemed that they were resting.

Tie Zha moved the muzzle of his gun and aimed it at the group of flying dragons. He was sitting behind a warrior, dressed in gorgeous robes and belonging to the demon race. He was only about two meters tall, shorter than the average demon male. He wore a red robe embroidered with golden threads. His expression was arrogant, and his gaze was ice-cold.

In silence, the cross-shaped star slowly moved, locking onto the red-robed demon’s head. Tie Zha’s fingers were placed on the trigger, first tightening, then loosening.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he fired and drew his machete. It was very likely that the opponent had a protective totem on him, and he was unable to kill him in one blow. Such an opportunity was too rare to be wasted.