In such a passive and defensive situation, their speed had already become exceedingly slow.
The issue of insufficient supplies had already emerged.
The southern army of Dass set out only after breakfast, while the vampires hadn't had human blood for three days, having marched all night without eating breakfast.
The battle lines of the two human reserve corps were getting closer, and the sound of clockwork cannons firing was becoming more intense.
One by one, vampires fell with blood flowers and black smoke bursting from their chests; the line of the wooden bridge retreated to the fence, and the line of the fence retreated to the wall.
Dass, his face smeared with blood, grabbed a handful of snow and wiped his face.
By now, he had completely figured out the entire situation.
Although he didn't know why the main force of the vampires had come here, he somehow was on the verge of winning!
