Nine Hundred and Thirty New Army Rout

However, it was just a surprise. Soon, the demon servant army of the Alan Hill Empire, against the enemy's volley, killed the opponent's position.

These demon soldiers holding high swords used the most primitive and brutal way to chop down those former compatriots who were still firing non-stop on the ground.

"Kill!" A demon soldier in shiny armor waved the long sword in his hand, roared loudly, and knocked down the enemy who was still pulling the bolt with his sword.

He continued to move forward, then swung the long sword with black blood in his hand, and chopped down another opponent who had already loaded the bullet.

Then, in front of him, the third enemy had raised his rifle. Although this thin demon soldier was holding a weapon, his eyes were full of panic.

"Boom!" Because he was too nervous, the shot missed the servant demon in front of him. The thin and stubborn demon staggered back, tripped over the corpse behind him, and fell to the ground.

Before he could raise his rifle again, a heavily armored foot stepped on his chest.

In the next second, he only had time to raise his head to look at the owner of that foot, and his head was chopped off by the long sword.

"Chi..." Black blood splattered everywhere, spraying high along with the flying head. The recalcitrant demons around shouted one after another. It turned out that they were not a real main force of demons.

As the losses continued to increase, the proportion of elites in the recalcitrant demon army was also constantly decreasing. Under unavoidable circumstances, the demons could only recruit civilians into the army.

Doing so also caused the combat effectiveness of the demon army to plummet. Fewer and fewer elite demons would treat death as home, and more and more mobs of demons waited to die.

The demon troop in front of him is obviously a mixed formation, some are the main force of demons, and some are miscellaneous troops.

The demons using Mauser 98K rifles on the ground are improvised motley troops, and the phalanx behind these motley troops is the real main force of the demon army.

"No way! Only then did we break through a layer of defense, why did the formation start to get messed up?" The human general watching the battle with a binoculars snorted dissatisfied.

Beside him, another officer explained: "This is not bad. We lost a lot of demons in the last battle, and the supplementary training was insufficient. It is not surprising to have such a performance."

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He added: "They have improved a lot compared to the last battle, and fight like this twice...the combat effectiveness will be higher."

"We provided them with armor and weapons... in order to reduce their casualties and form an army as soon as possible..." Putting down the binoculars in his hand, the leading general ordered: "Let our soldiers move forward... …It is estimated that our servant army will collapse as soon as the demons in the rear team counterattack, so act early to save panic when the time comes.”

"Yes!" An orderly grabbed the field telephone receiver on the messenger's back, and ordered loudly: "The armored troops are starting to attack!"

When he hung up the phone, black smoke began to rise from the back slope behind him. In a blink of an eye, one after another, the Type 99 main battle tanks had exposed their long barrels. Behind these tanks were human soldiers carrying various weapons.

On the other side of the battlefield, the recalcitrant demon army really launched a counterattack. Just as the human commander judged, the servant army was overwhelmed by the opponent because the formation was already in chaos.

This primitive ancient phalanx tactic is all about discipline and the integrity of the phalanx. If there is a collapse of one formation, then the collapse is a matter of course.

"Steady! Stabilize the formation!" A demon officer kept shouting in the crowd, but his shouts could no longer stop the defeat.

After all, demon soldiers who have been trained for dozens of days are no match for the main force of demons in the true sense.

The soldiers on both sides just collided with each other, and the victory and defeat were immediately decided. The demon troops fighting for Alan Hill retreated steadily, and they were completely crushed without even the power to fight back.

The servant demons who were still killing their opponents with long spears and swords just now were being tortured and killed by even more powerful opponents.

Because of lack of combat experience, the demons in the first row became lambs waiting to be slaughtered the moment they lost their momentum. They could only be passive, relying on their own armor and shields to barely defend against the opponent's attack.

But no matter how impeccable the defense is, it is only defense after all. Soon, they were cut by the rough weapons of their opponents, and black blood flowed everywhere, soaking the nearby snow.

Because there were more corpses on the ground, black blood even pooled in the gaps between the corpses, and there were screams everywhere, as if this was a huge slaughterhouse full of screams from livestock.

"A group of farmers! It's a waste of their armor!" A strong demon waved the rusted iron sword in his hand, and immediately knocked away the opponent in front of him. He only has crude armor on his body, which is in stark contrast to the servants of Alan Hill on the opposite side.

Standing on both sides of him were demons of about the same height and strength. They are completely different from those slightly thin demon civilians, they are strong and vicious.

Accompanied by the demon's taunt, more demon soldiers in shiny armor were cut down to the ground, and the rest had already started to retreat, their eyes full of fear and tension.

It's over... Thinking of such a word in his mind, the demon commander commanding the servant army watched in despair as the troops around him crowded together, retreating like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

He tried hard to reorganize the formation, but in the chaos, his efforts were completely useless.

"Counterattack! Stabilize the formation!" As a last resort, he could only move forward alone, using his actions to inspire his soldiers and cheer them up again.

A cold light stopped his footsteps, and a demon commander stronger than him blocked his way. The long swords of the two collided together, splashing a dazzling spark.

"You traitors! You have lost your faith! Stupid guys, the origin of magic is the only truth in this world!" The powerful demon commander said coldly, the long sword in his hand had already been chopped several times.

Waving the long sword to block the opponent's attack constantly, the demon officer of the servant army kept retreating, and he had already lost the wind in the battle between the two.