At the same time, the demon army launched an assault on both sides of the position.

Their sprinting speed was extremely fast. They approached within a kilometer from fifteen hundred meters away in less than two minutes. If it were daytime, this would be a distance visible to the naked eye. Although Sylvie informed the liaison officer of the enemy's movements as soon as possible, the First Army's firepower could not immediately suppress their momentum due to the dim environment of the night.

What was even more surprising was that when bullets landed near the demons, they would crouch down and crawl forward on the ground. With their strong limbs, they were not slow to crawl, and with the dispersed formation, the killing efficiency of the machine guns was significantly reduced.

In Sylvie's impression, once the target entered the range of the machine gun squads, it was like hitting an invisible high wall. Wherever the firepower reached, the enemies fell in swathes, like harvested wheat, and would pay a heavy price in a very short time. This was fully confirmed from the unification of Graycastle to the defeat of the Church.

However, most of the bullets flying past went over the heads of the crouching demons, and even if they happened to land on top of their heads, they were difficult to cause a lot of damage.

Although she sent a reminder to the front line, the defending soldiers did not make effective improvements because they could not observe the shooting results.

What made Sylvie feel fortunate was that the counterattack on the other side had a good result at this moment. The black curtain created by the enemies in the distance could only isolate the Magic Eye, but could not block artillery shells. The distance of more than three thousand meters was instantaneous for the fortress guns, and the burst of fire even faintly illuminated the dark land. When the first pillar of sand rose from the black curtain, it was accompanied by the demon's remains and black stone fragments.

Considering the size of the blind spot and the frequency of enemy projection, the spider demons of the black curtain should be arranged in a column, so that they can cram as many Abnormals as possible into a small area.

"Advance twenty meters in sequence, continuous fire!" Sylvie shouted towards the Listening Magic Stone.

"Understood!"

In any case, destroying the enemy's long-range attack methods was the most important thing. As long as the defense line was still there, the demons could not easily cross that barrier. The closer the distance, the smaller the adverse effects of night combat, and the First Army also had many preparations, not entirely relying on machine gun defense.

If the troops collapsed, it would be truly irreversible.

At the front line, Yuwan prayed that the stone needles would not fall on his head, while gritting his teeth and drilling into the firing position.

In fact, he was very surprised that he dared to run out of the trenches. In the past, he would have wet his pants and begged the commander to spare his life.

Perhaps the sentence "You are not a coward" gave him courage, or perhaps the sound of artillery fire finally ringing behind him boosted his courage. He finally controlled his legs and did not become the first officer to be shot for desertion in the face of battle - even if he was just a small squad leader, he was still a proper leader. However, Yuwan knew in his heart that if he were asked to perform such a high-risk task in peacetime, he would never agree, even if the reward was high, it was not as important as his life.

It can only be said that the army is an incredible place. In the sound of gunfire, as long as one person takes the lead and rushes out of the trench, the rest will follow involuntarily. Infected by this atmosphere, Yuwan even felt that his brain had stopped thinking about gains and losses, and his body was like a machine.

"Squad leader, the ammunition belt is ready!" his subordinate shouted.

Yuwan took a deep breath and lowered the muzzle of the Mark I - although it was a high-射班组 (high-altitude shooting squad), the gun still retained the direct-fire sight and simple sights, and could be converted to shooting ground targets at any time. At the same time, the baffles on both sides of the machine gun were mainly to resist the投矛 (throwing spears) from the air, and once completely flattened, it also meant that the back would lose protection. All he could do was to keep his head as close to the baffle as possible, and pray.

After all, as long as he was not killed on the spot, there was a chance to get Nana Waxiaojie's treatment.

Provided that the medical team's rescue was quick enough.

As if to vent the fear in his heart, Yuwan roared and pulled the trigger,倾斜 (傾斜) a dense rain of bullets towards the thick night curtain in front.

Bàozhà (爆炸) sounds rang out from time to time in his ears, and he could no longer tell whether it was his own fortress artillery firing or the strike from the spider demons.

Occasionally, black stone needles would fall nearby, even hitting the baffle - this kind of ciji (刺激) of brushing shoulders with death several times made him fall into a麻木 (numbness), and he had no other thoughts except shooting.

"Finished firing, reload!"

"Co-coming!"

...

"Where's the new ammunition belt?"

"Here!"

...

When he could barely see the enemy's figures, the bolt clicked, and the third box of bullets was emptied.

"Bring another box of dànyào (ammunition)!"

"Didn't you hear me!"

"Where is everyone?"

Yuwan suddenly turned his head, only to find that the other two members of the squad had fallen to the ground, with half of a bloody stone needle inserted diagonally into their bodies.

He was stunned for a moment, then shouted at the top of his lungs, "Medical team! Someone is injured! We need treatment here—!"

What responded to him was a continuous rumble—

Mortars finally joined the counterattack at this moment. More than a hundred shells rose into the air and landed in the 400-to-100-meter range like hailstones, almost截断 (intercepting) the demon army in the middle!

At that moment, the ground seemed to bloom with countless flames, and the dazzling light not only映照 (shone) the figures of the enemies, but also illuminated the斑斑血迹 (patches of blood) on the machine gun baffle.

...

The turning point that Sylvie was waiting for finally arrived.

Although the Black River's artillery fire had weakened the spider demons' attack, the enemies had not remained silent. Every few minutes, several fenliè (split) stone pillars would still be thrown over - and as the First Army entered the combat stage across the board, every stone pillar could cause considerable casualties. Even if Agatha, Shavi, and Muriel were doing their best to assist the army in defense, it was impossible to watch over the entire defense line of several hundred meters on both wings.

The only thing she could do was to tell the front line where rescue was needed during the gaps in directing the artillery fire.

Until Maisie's voice came from the Listening Magic Stone.

"This is the artillery position, goo! The invading demons have all been dealt with by the Taquila witches, goo. Commander Vanna says they can be ready to fire soon, and hopes you can provide guidance, goo!"

Sylvie couldn't help clenching her fists.

"Of course, stay there and don't move. It's faster for me to use the Magic Stone to talk!"

"Maisie understands, goo."

After the four fortress guns in the artillery position also joined the counterattack, the demon's attack suddenly stagnated - the enemy reacted after only two rounds of salvo, as if they had been prepared.

As a sharp and ear-piercing whistle響徹 (resounded through) the night sky, the demon army retreated like a tide, and those of their kind who rushed to the front were ruthlessly abandoned on the battlefield.