Chapter 207: Blood Battle to the End

In the pre-dawn hours, opposite the great mountain.

The earth shook, mountains trembled, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and killing cries shook the heavens.

The Volunteer Immortal Army's first battle against the Demon Clan's winter offensive finally broke out.

At the canyon's center, the defensive line.

The soldiers of the Shooting Company were already ready in formation.

Soon, it would be their time to shine.

Behind the defensive line, the soldiers of the Engineering Company woke up one after another.

The soldiers donned their equipment, took out their magical implements, and quietly awaited the arrival of war.

In this battle, the Engineering Company served as the regiment's reserve.

If the battle turned unfavorable, they too would need to go into combat and fight desperately.

Squad Leader Li took out the magic sword at his side and gently wiped it with a cloth.

This magic sword has accompanied him for six years.

Usually, Squad Leader Li treasured it like a jewel, polishing it until it gleamed.

Squad Leader Li said that when he returned to his hometown, he would pass this sword down as a family heirloom to his son.

Squad Leader Li's movements were light and gentle.

As he wiped, he softly spoke to the sword: 'Old comrade, this battle rests on you. When we return victorious to camp, I'll buy you a drink!'

Beside him, a soldier laughed: 'Squad Leader Li, why are you chattering at a sword? It can't talk!'

Squad Leader Li shook his head: 'Who says it can't speak? In every great battle, I hear it say, Brother, I'm here, don't be afraid!'

Zhang Xingyu nodded, gripping the Fire Dragon tightly in his hand.

'Fire Dragon, we will fight side by side in this battle!'

Zhang Xingyu softly said in his heart to the Fire Dragon.

The Fire Dragon gently swayed, as if hearing his thoughts.

At dawn.

Originally fish‑white sky was now overcast with dark clouds.

At the edge of vision, a black‑mass of Demon Clan soldiers surged forward like a tide.

They discarded helmets and armor, their clothing was disheveled, and their faces were filled with shock and panic.

@#￥%*&%#@

'Run away quickly!'

Without translation, Zhang Xingyu could guess they were shouting those words.

Soon, the fleeing Demon Clan soldiers entered the canyon.

They originally thought that after entering the canyon they could escape with their lives.

However, as they rushed forward, pushing and shoving into the canyon, they were instantly dumbfounded.

Overnight, three tall walls rose up, blocking their path.

No way forward, retreat means death.

The fleeing Demon Clan soldiers paused briefly, then launched a charge at the walls.

Boom! Boom!

The magic cannons began to bombard.

One after another, red orbs flew from the barrels, howling straight into the crowd of fleeing soldiers.

The orbs exploded, fire burst forth, Demon Clan flesh and blood flew everywhere as they cried for their parents.

However, the cannon barrage did not frighten the fleeing demon soldiers.

They waved their demon blades in hand and launched a desperate assault on the defensive line.

Pop! Pop!

Seeing the demon soldiers about to close in, the Shooting Company's magic spears began to show their power.

The demon soldiers at the front were instantly knocked down in large numbers.

Yet as the front-line demon soldiers fell, those behind immediately surged forward.

The Shooting Company's captain spat on the ground: 'Damn it, aren't these demon soldiers afraid of death?'

Finally, some demon soldiers reached the base of the defensive line.

Some swung their blades at the wall, others built human ladders to climb up.

Seeing this, the defending Immortal Army immediately detached a portion of its forces to deal with them.

The battle lasted an hour, and the corpses of demon soldiers piled up at the wall like a mountain.

The demon soldiers never managed to breach the first line of defense.

However, the situation for the defending immortal soldiers was also far from optimistic.

The soldiers' magic spears were already damaged, and their magic swords had become nicked.

The lieutenant colonel battalion commander personally directed the fighting on the front lines, and his body bore several wounds.

Left with no choice, the Shooting Company withdrew to the second line of defense.

Behind the defensive line, the Engineering Company was continuously repairing the magic spears.

Once the magic spears were fixed, personnel swiftly transported them to the front.

Zhang Xingyu skillfully removed a barrel, then quickly replaced the damaged components.

He wiped a bead of sweat and complained to Squad Leader Li beside him: 'Why are magic spears so fragile? Why not issue more to the Shooting Company?'

Squad Leader Li shook his head: 'You speak lightly. Making a magic spear is not easy. A magic spear requires over a hundred parts, each needing multiple processes. From material selection to smelting, material plus labor costs, producing a magic spear certainly costs tens of thousands of low‑grade spirit stones.'

So expensive!

Zhang Xingyu clicked his tongue.

Just then, the white-faced lieutenant walked over.

"Everyone, be quicker with your hands and feet. The magic spears up front are already more than half damaged, and we urgently need them."

At the second line of defense, the demon soldiers' corpses had piled up on the battlements, yet the demon soldiers kept charging in recklessly.

The Major battalion commander swung his blade and knocked down a demon soldier before him, hesitated a moment, then shouted loudly: "Fall back, fall back, retreat to the third line of defense!"

The third line of defense was their last line of defense.

If the third line of defense is breached by the demon soldiers, then the entire battalion will face catastrophe.

If the third line of defense is not held and the enemy is allowed to escape, he will become a sinner of the whole army.

Therefore, we must hold the third line of defense, even if we fight until the last person.

"Engineering company, assemble!"

The white-faced lieutenant blew the assembly whistle.

Along with the whistle, he also brought an unfortunate piece of news.

The demon soldiers have already broken through the second line of defense; now the entire battalion is defending the third line of defense.

"The final moment has arrived; even if we fight until the last person, we must block the enemy."

The white-faced lieutenant waved his arms and shouted loudly.

At the third line of defense, the battle has already entered a white-hot stage.

After paying a huge price, the demon soldiers have already climbed onto the battlements.

When the engineering company arrived, the demon soldiers had already occupied a section of the wall.

Upon seeing the engineering company arrive, the Major battalion commander waved his magic blade and shouted loudly: "Drive the enemy down! Drive the enemy down!"

Zhang Xingyu gripped the fire dragon, channeling his spiritual power to the utmost.

The fire dragon turned into a stream of light, slashing toward a demon officer ahead.

Where the fire dragon passed, the demon officer was cut in two.

The sword light's momentum did not wane, continuing to slash at another demon soldier.

After slaying five demon soldiers in succession, the fire dragon finally ceased its attack.

A demon lord, seeing this, brandished his demon blade and came forward.

The demon lord is a high-level cultivator among the demon tribe, equivalent to a human Golden Core cultivator.

During rookie training, according to the instructor, the cultivation realms of demon cultivators are divided into ten ranks: demon person, demon head, demon lord, demon general, demon commander, demon venerable, demon king, demon emperor, heavenly demon, and so on. Specifically, demon persons correspond to human Qi Refining stage, demon heads to Foundation Establishment, demon lords to Golden Core, demon generals to Nascent Soul, demon commanders to Spirit Transformation, demon venerables to Union of Body and Dao, demon kings to Void Refinement, demon emperors to Mahayana, heavenly demons to Tribulation Transcendence. As for higher-ranking demon gods, they are high-level existences in the demon realm.

The demon lord who attacked Zhang Xingyu originally thought he could easily defeat Zhang Xingyu.

Unexpectedly, as the fire dragon passed, his demon blade snapped in two, and the demon lord himself unwillingly collapsed.

Zhang Xingyu grew braver the more he fought.

Wherever the fire dragon passed, demon soldiers fell in swaths.

Seeing the demon soldiers about to be driven off the battlements, the Major battalion commander let out a long sigh.

Just then, someone suddenly shouted at him: "Not good, battalion commander! Behind us, a demon army is rushing to reinforce."

The Major battalion commander turned his head to look, and couldn't help but be shocked and dismayed.

"Attacked from front and back. Is this heaven's will to destroy us?"

Zhang Xingyu followed the sound and saw that four or five li away in the rear, a great demon army was hurrying over.

Damn it!

Zhang Xingyu turned and ran back.

"Zhang Xingyu, what are you doing? Are you trying to desert?"

The white-faced lieutenant, seeing this, bellowed.

"You hold the line first; I'm going to take care of something first!"

Zhang Xingyu jumped down from the battlements without looking back.

"You coward!" the white-faced lieutenant cursed.