Nine Hundred and Eighty Seven Epiphanies

"Ah!" A demon screamed in the trench, clutching his wound. His voice has been drowned out by the artillery fire, and no one cares about such a poor little character like him.

Some demons were already covered in napalm, and the fire burned his skin on him. Because he had exhausted his mana, he could only struggle and roll, trying to extinguish the flames on his body in the snow.

The demonic low-level officers who can barely hold up the magic defense barrier can only look at the residual flames of white phosphorus bombs burning on their magic barrier at this moment in despair.

Although these flames can't reach him for the time being, he also knows that his own magical energy is not enough to last.

Under the feet, some of the demon soldiers who had been burned by the white phosphorous bombs had exposed their bones, and some were still alive. They groaned in pain, and every breath was a great torture for them.

There was a suffocating smell in the air, burnt and full of blood. He who was still alive didn't even dare to move his footsteps easily, because it was easy to step on those "corpses" that were still alive.

Those living "corpses" who can no longer see or even scream will grab the ankles of their feet, like evil spirits from hell.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" A demonic low-ranking officer who had gone mad struggled to escape from the trench and ran towards the depths of the forest.

He staggered and bumped into a big tree, and black blood was drawn on his shoulder by a broken branch on the trunk. But he himself didn't know it, and continued to run deep into the forest.

A soldier wanted to hold back his commander, but he was crushed in the head by a stray bullet as soon as he followed out of the trench.

Two more helicopters hovered over the woodland, and the bullets pierced through the dense coniferous forest, splashing patches of white snow on the ground.

The bullets traversed the woods, breaking branches and knocking down a lot of snow. More bullets were fired at the position where the demon was stationed, turning the black soil soaked in black blood into the air.

"The shelling can stop!" Seeing that there was no movement in the forest, the leading battalion commander of the heavy armored grenadiers raised his arm, and then contacted the artillery unit behind him through his walkie-talkie.

Sure enough, less than a minute later, the shells stopped falling, and the battlefield was no longer noisy, only the sound of the helicopter's engine remained in the sky.

In the next second, the battalion commander's arm fell forward, and his command voice sounded in everyone's earphones: "Start the attack!"

The armored vehicle in front of him began to move forward,

Huge tires crushed the low yellow bushes ahead.

A small tree was broken by the front armor of the tilted armored vehicle. The snow on the tree hit the armored vehicle and was melted by the warm armor plate.

Because the heavy armored grenadiers are to be carried, this new type of infantry fighting vehicle has the same structure as the old-fashioned infantry fighting vehicle. The engines are all front-mounted, so the heat of the engines is naturally in front.

"Buzz...cheep..." The sound of the motor suddenly sounded, and the fully automatic turret on the heavy armored vehicle quickly locked on to a target ahead.

The 50mm caliber machine gun sprayed out flames, a short burst of 5 shells, and the light left by the tracer bullets stagnated in the air.

In an instant, on the position of the demon army on the opposite side, a piece of soil was beaten and splashed everywhere. Along with the splash of mud, there was an arm holding a broken bow and loose strings in its hand.

The heavy armored grenadiers of the Ilanhill Empire, who had opened up the magic defense barrier a long time ago, walked on the soft soil step by step, stepping over the corpses of the demon soldiers who had just fallen on the charge road.

They didn't even look at the corpse under their feet, because they had seen much more death than this before.

"Long live the Empire of Ireland!" Following behind the armored body, a grenadier commander loudly encouraged his soldiers.

Accompanied by his shouts, these heavy armored grenadiers stepped forward more firmly. Their huge and heavy combat boots stepped on the mud, making a crunching sound.

"Thuk Thuk!" A soldier stopped, picked up the large-caliber assault rifle in his hand, pointed it at a distant target, and pulled the trigger with ease.

A row of bullets hit the trunk, and sawdust flew everywhere. The branches next to it were all broken, and a fleeing demon soldier next to the branch also screamed and fell to the ground.

The black blood immediately spread, blackening the surrounding white blood. The demon soldier struggled for a while, but finally died, lying dead next to the thick tree.

Soon, the huge wheels of the heavy armored vehicles of the Alan Hill Empire ran over the trench positions where the demons were stationed.

Those huge tires crushed the burnt corpses, the corpses full of bullet holes, the dead corpses without wounds, and the demon soldiers who were still breathing...

"Long live the origin of magic!" After the armored vehicle ran over the trench, suddenly, a demon soldier in the trench shouted and stood up holding a long sword.

He was greeted by several black muzzles on the opposite side. Before the demon had time to slash his long sword, he was hit back to the place where he pretended to be dead by the dense bullets.

When he lay back, he could still feel the warmth on the ground behind him, but the dense blood holes on his body were spurting blood, and those black blood were taking away the temperature in his body.

"Ah!" Another demon stood up. He was stunned by the shell just now, and now he regained his consciousness. After he exclaimed, he wanted to grab the weapon beside him.

It's a pity that before he could grab the weapon, there was an Irish grenadier standing by the trench, overlooking him, and pulled the trigger of the weapon in his hand.

The scorched demon was struggling desperately in the trench. The grenadiers of the Alan Hill Empire who passed by glanced at this undead enemy, and were unwilling to make up a shot.

They disdainfully pass by these living "corpses" that are destined to die, and sometimes step on their feet directly, which can be regarded as a manifestation of the spirit of humanity.

In some places, the demons have not died so thoroughly. They gathered together, holding the weapons in their hands, and seemed to want to resist.

It's just that the heavy armor grenadiers of the Ireland Hill Empire didn't give them any chance. Bullets shot from all directions, smashing these stubborn guys into a sieve.

The demons who were shot fell to the ground and groaned, and the heavy armored grenadiers who had fired came forward and stabbed the screaming demons side by side with the bayonet-mounted spears. .

The black blood remained on the bayonets, making these bayonets glisten strangely in the winter sun, and making the remaining demon soldiers even more desperate.

These attacking soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire did not stop or persuade them to surrender. They were just attacking, killing, and killing every visible target crazily.

"Wait! Wait! I surrender! I surrender!" A demon finally couldn't bear it, shaking his burned arm, and cried out in the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

He no longer had any courage to resist the powerful, murderous "demons" in front of him.

A human soldier in steel walked up to him who was kneeling on the ground, stepped on his shoulder, and stepped him back into the pile of corpses behind him.

Then, just as the demon was about to struggle up and raise his hands again, the human grenadier thrust his bayonet diagonally into his chest.

"I...I surrender...surrender..." The demon soldier who was spitting blood still wanted to struggle, but he could feel that his life had been drained from his body quickly.

"It's late!" the human said coldly, and drew out the bayonet. The black blood spattered out, and it made a pleasant sound.

The demon commander who staggered back to his headquarters saw the truck that had been blown to pieces by the missile and the jeep that had been burned by the incendiary bomb.

What was a very beautiful car when it came, is now a charred frame. And the ground dragon beast that was ridden by the demon knight had already been beaten into a sieve, and fell down beside the big tree tied to its bridle.

The command post, which was supposed to be relatively hidden, was also destroyed by the bomb, leaving only a charred black pit and some scattered things.

Even in some places, you can still see the packaging of discarded human food, including instant noodles, various compressed biscuits, and some plastic skins of ham sausages.

Of course, there are also "relics" such as assault rifles, bulletproof vests, etc. that were blown up, broken or damaged, and were previously stored in the headquarters.

"Why...why didn't those bastards be fooled! Why didn't they send someone to search? Why..." The somewhat crazy demon officer staggered and walked in the woods, watching the demon soldiers who had lost their command hide in the distance Tibet is like a cockroach under the light.

Humans seem to be deliberately driving these poor demon soldiers away, intentionally gathering them together, and then killing these quail-like demon soldiers with ease.

Different from the politeness before, the human beings at this moment are more like a group of demons, a group of demons showing their fangs.

At this moment, the demon commander realized something extra. These human beings in front of him may really be stronger than the origin of magic, and his belief may be just a joke in front of these human beings.

This complete joke... Thinking of this, he shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of this ridiculous idea...

And at this moment, several heavy armored grenadiers in the distance had already discovered his armored "leader"——

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