The two sides struggled for two days and two nights at the mouth of the Kirigakure Lake and the Donau River, with tens of thousands of elite soldiers on both sides. The river was once again filled with broken boats, corpses, and blood.

God intervened and it started raining heavily.

In fact, this rain is not a coincidence.

But the fire on the west bank of the Despair Swamp spread fiercely enough. Under the scorching sun, not only the traps set by the Crocodile Tribe were fermenting, but the Despair Swamp itself was also fermenting.

Because of the volatility of biogas, when the wind blows, it is an out-and-out fire wind, burning wherever it blows.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a Danube River running across here, the entire Swamp of Despair would have been plunged into a sea of ​​fire, and the two warring parties would have turned into kebabs in a big oven.

Even so, the air they breathed seemed to be scalding hot in the end. From the moment it entered their mouths, it was so hot that their entire lungs were about to be roasted.

This situation was completely beyond the expectations of the crocodile clan elders. They had never seen swamp gas fires before, but they had never seen such a ferocious one. It really frightened them.

If it hadn't been for the invasion of the Kingsley family, the extremely hot weather and the lack of rain would probably have brewed a large swamp fire. Being caught off guard, the Crocodile tribe would have suffered heavy casualties.

The Kingsley family's army helped them avoid disaster to a certain extent.

However, they did not dare to take any chances. The one side was still fighting fiercely with the Kingsley family, while the other side sent smart soldiers back to the tribe to carry out fire prevention and disaster prevention and clean up methane gas.

Fortunately, the Crocodile people have lived in the Despair Swamp for many years and have their own methods for dealing with methane. As long as they are prevented in advance, even if a fire breaks out, it will not be out of control.

Crazy fires will naturally further dry out the swamp, and countless amounts of water vapor will continue to rise. It would be hell if there wasn't a heavy rainstorm.

This sudden heavy rain gave Akmesse a mixed feeling of joy and sorrow.

Fortunately, the crazily rising water level of Kirigakure Lake is conducive to them taking this opportunity to rush out.

Worry, their most advantageous method to deal with the shipwrecks piled up in the river is fire attack, which will not be effective. Both sides will become muddy. If the heavy infantry enters, it will be extremely slow and unable to cooperate with the operations in the river. The only way they can

What he did was to rush to the water route.

As for retreat, Akmesser didn't consider it at all.

Because of the heavy rain, although the fire on the shore has become smaller, the methane gas has not completely dissipated, and the road back is still unsafe.

The most important thing is that they went too deep this time, and the road back is extremely long.

The crocodile tribesmen will not just watch them slip away, they will definitely pursue them when the time comes.

At that time, retreat may turn into a crushing defeat.

After all, their army was too large. When they retreated, the soldiers were in such a mess that they couldn't tell whether they were retreating or being defeated.

It would be better to take advantage of the momentum they have now to carry out the last-ditch battle to the end. Maybe they can break through the obstruction of the Crocodile tribe and reverse the entire situation of the war.

Not only Akmesser was looking at the entire battlefield in the rain.

Across the river mouth, several great elders of the Crocodile tribe also gathered together, staring at the river worriedly.

What Akmesser could think of, the great elders of the Crocodile Tribe could naturally think of.

This heavy rain put the pause button on the fierce battle that lasted for two days and two nights.

However, both sides know that this is just the last calm before the coming of a bigger storm, and the next round of fighting will only be more intense, cruel and bloody.

Elder Bishop's smiling face that never disappears all year round has also shrunk at this moment, and he gritted his teeth and said: "This damn thief God, when it's supposed to rain, not even a drop comes. When it's least supposed to rain, it starts raining.

There is no end, they are eager to exterminate our crocodile tribe, but I am not as good as you want, organize the manpower, I will personally lead the people up, no matter how many warships are scuttled, the river mouth must be blocked, and we will never give it to them.

Opportunity to rush over."

"In the battles in the past two days, we have lost nearly 30% of our warships, which were damaged on the water and used as obstacles ashore. We must use them sparingly and not be so reckless, otherwise we will face a situation where we have no warships available.

The situation." Great Elder Weber did not directly stop him, but spit out a thrilling number.

The warships suffered more than 30% battle damage, but what about the soldiers?

Although there is currently no way to calculate the exact number, the number is definitely not optimistic.

"The battle damage is so severe?" Not only Elder Bishop looked sideways in surprise, but the other two elders also widened their eyes in surprise.

They have been charging ahead for the past two days and have not had time to exchange information in this regard.

"We have been blocking the river mouth with warships, and the losses are naturally relatively serious. The Kingsley family is probably not much better, but don't worry, I have sent people back to the tribe to raise more warships. We only need to hold on for one more day.

In the next two days, more ships will arrive." Elder Weber finally said some good news.

Compared to the Kingsley family army that was hanging outside, they had support and reinforcements.

Although the Crocodile people had basically brought out all the warships they could bring, the family only had small fishing boats and small sampans.

But when the war has reached this level, both sides are gritting their teeth and persisting.

If you can get a mouthful of milk at this critical moment, no matter how big or small, it may become an overwhelming weight for victory.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on until they come for help." Elder Bishop stared at the skyrocketing water level and said with some worry.

After all, Kirigakure Lake was once connected with the Donau River, and the land surface that was just exposed was not very high.

Once this heavy rain lasts for too long and the amount of rain is too heavy, causing the water level of Kirigakure Lake to rise, there will be holes everywhere, and there will be no way to seal them.

Once the Kingsley family rushes across the river, it will really become a big trouble.

The opponent of Akmeser is really difficult to deal with. After fighting for so long, suffering such heavy casualties, and being in desperate situation, the Kingsley family army still shows no sign of collapse.

On the contrary, on my side, the blood bravery of the Crocodile soldiers is being worn away bit by bit.

Because the most courageous ones have been charging at the front line, suffering heavy casualties, and the rest are either veterans with rich battlefield experience, or they are cowering and know how to save their lives.

If a group of elders hadn't been leading the charge on the front line, I'm afraid deserters would have begun to appear among them.

"If it really doesn't work, ask the leaders of the Yongye Army for help! With their help, we can definitely take down the entire Kingsley family and avoid future troubles forever." An elder suggested.

"no."

"No."

"Absolutely not."

Several great elders refused in unison.

What a joke.

I don’t know that it is easier to invite God than to send Him away.

Letting the people led by Yongye's army come in will drive away the wolves, and the new tigers will come in, and they will be in even greater trouble.

If they were willing to be led by the Eternal Night Army, they would have been invited when the Kingsley family launched a full-scale invasion, so why bother waiting until now?

What's more, the war has already reached this point. If you just grit your teeth, you can get through it, let alone make such a decision.

Elder Weber gritted his teeth and said: "If it doesn't work, let's launch a counterattack and entangle them without giving them a chance to breathe."

"Let's wait a little longer and see if God is on our side." Elder Nitya seemed more steady, "Such heavy rains usually come and go quickly."

"I hope so!" The other great elders were still worried.

It is the most unreliable thing to place your expectations on a moody God.

But currently they have no better way to think of and can only wait.

It turns out that things always swing between good and bad, and Nidia was only half right.

This heavy rain did not last long, only less than an hour, but it was heavy enough and fast enough, raising the water level of Kirigakure Lake.

Although it is not at the peak water level, it is once again connected to the Donau River, but the width of the river mouth is nearly twice as wide.

This means that the defense line that the Crocodile Tribe needs to defend is fully twice as wide.

Akmesser couldn't wait for the heavy rain to stop, so he beat the war drum again.

Now it's a race against time. They must rush out before the water level drops. This is their best chance.

Maybe it was because this time there was enough pre-war mobilization, or maybe the Kingsley family soldiers realized the importance of this attack.

Therefore, this attack was far more ferocious than any previous one, including the most tragic first one.

The Crocodile Tribe people still used their old tricks, pressing forward across the board, using the lives and blood of the ship's soldiers to once again build a defense line on the river, blocking them firmly in the Hidden Mist Lake, hoping to consume them alive.

At this time, there is no strategy to use, no plan to use.

You can only fight with blood and gamble with your life.

Either the Kingsley family created a living passage of flesh and blood.

Either the Crocodile clansmen used warships and the blood corpses of their clansmen to build a steel city wall to prevent them from passing a step.

If there is no external force involved, there will basically be these two results, and there will be no third result.

but.

I'm afraid of this but.

Just when the fierce battle between the two sides reached its peak, a third-party force crossed its legs and broke in like a arrogant wild boar.

He is not the leader of the Evernight Army.

Although the army led by the Yongye Army has assembled and has been watching the battle nervously from beginning to end, it has no intention of entering the battlefield yet, and is even slightly worried.

They are not worried that the Crocodile tribe cannot withstand it, but they are worried that the Crocodile tribe is about to win. That will be the worst situation for them, and most of their previous plans and efforts will be in vain.

The leaders of the Yongye Army have held meetings one after another, discussing whether to send troops now.
To be continued...