Chapter 1059: Chaotic Continent and Changes on the Battlefield (Part Three)

In comparison, even though wars were happening in the Northern Region, it was much calmer compared to other places.

The war between the Zenit Empire and Barcelona Empire attracted many people's attention.

After Barcelona quickly swallowed the southern region of Zenit, the Barcelonan soldiers were stuck outside St. Petersburg for 20 days. Several demi-G.o.ds moved, but they couldn't break through St. Petersburg's defenses. Both parties fought many battles where Zenitians guarded the defense wall and Barcelonans tried to siege, and more than a million soldiers were involved. Outside the [G.o.ddess of Earth's Protection], the land was lowered by about four meters.

On the endless gra.s.sland, broken sieging equipment and horse-drawn carriages, chipped blades, torn armor, and dried blood were everywhere. To prevent a plague from happening, Barcelonans would burn the corpses of the soldiers and animals together. The surging flames and smoke looked like an angry volcano was erupting.

Countless grudge-laden souls roared and shouted in the dark sky as they ascended with the smoke.

A stinky odor permeated the air. Anyone who inhaled felt like they sucked in a mouthful of rotten flesh and blood. Vultures that were feasting could be seen everywhere, and they chirped as they dashed down. As if they were copying humans, they used their sharp beaks to break the corpses and start another round of merciless killing as they fought with each other for the food.

As the sun lowered into the horizon, it looked blood-red, dyeing everything in the world that color.

Battle shouts continued to sound on the ground, and screams could be heard non-stop.

Granello was covered in blood. He had broken more than a dozen top-tier steel sabers, and a human life disappeared whenever he struck out. His arms were completely swollen.

This man couldn't remember how many times the Barcelonans attacked. Blood already soaked his hair, making his hair stick to his forehead. Blood also dripped into his eyes, blurring his vision and making everything seem like it was soaked in blood to him.

This defense battle lasted for close to three hours.

Finally, retreat bugles sounded from the Barcelonan campsites, and the Barcelonan soldiers backed away like falling tides.

Tink!

The steel saber in Granello's hand dropped to the ground; its blade was also curled a little. If he weren't supporting his body by leaning against a battlement, he would have fallen to the ground. The retreat of the enemies meant that he could finally get some rest.

Granello breathed heavily, and he felt like pepper powder was tossed into his lungs. The soldiers around him felt the same.

Hundreds of groups of soldiers were moved onto the defense wall in the last 20 days.

With a rough estimate, more than 100,000 Zenitian soldiers had died on the defense wall.

Right now, a blazing fire was burning in the Military Burial Field day and night. All soldiers below the rank of Battalion Commander couldn't be properly buried. Their corpses would be burned in the fire with everyone else, and their families could only come and pick up their ashes.

After taking in a few mouthfuls of air that was filled with the smell of blood, Granello finally felt like some of his strength had recovered.

Just as he was about to switch the soldiers on the defense wall, loud noises sounded in the direction of the western gate. Then, he saw about 1,000 Star-Level Warriors of Zenit jumping off the defense wall with the aid of ropes, chasing after the Barcelonans who were backing away.

“Again! This d.a.m.n idiot! During the battle, he hides inside the watchtower. Now that the battle is over, he is forcing the soldiers who haven't gotten a chance to breathe to chase after the enemies? Are other people's lives not worthy in his eyes? How dare he force the elite soldiers to do such things? He is committing a crime! He is killing our warriors! How many times had he done this? How many times? Do the lives of our soldiers worth less than the d.a.m.n military merits?” Granello was enraged.