One Thousand and Eighty-Eight Not Full Troops

"Did you see it? That's our missile!" A veteran pointed to the ballistic missile that took off in the distance and told a recruit next to him: "I didn't expect there to be so many."

Following his shouts, more soldiers looked at the white flight trails whistling towards the distant horizon. The marching team is still marching, but the soldiers in the team are watching with both eyes, looking at the missiles in the distance.

And more missiles, dragging a long tail flame, immediately rose from the ground, followed the missiles in front, and flew into the distance together.

On the ruins of Whithorans, the surviving demons are trying their best to repair their city.

Some demon soldiers are moving boulders and restoring the walls that have been bombed down. The originally thick and solid city walls are now riddled with holes.

The almost impenetrable thick stone slabs dissipated like ashes under the power of the 500-kilogram aerial bomb.

The magic defense inscription carved on the city wall also completely collapsed with the explosion. There are cracks everywhere, broken stones everywhere, and the majestic city wall is now only a section of relics, still standing on the outskirts of Wethorlands.

And those factories that were blown up, some were inside the city wall, and some were outside the city wall. No way, when the city wall was built, there were not so many factories.

The demon soldiers stationed on these city walls have suffered heavy losses now, and the remaining soldiers are like wandering ghosts, wandering around the city walls, under the supervision of the officers, lazily repairing the city walls that are almost useless .

After two bombings, these poor demon soldiers have realized what kind of enemy they are facing.

Although they still believed that the origin of magic could lead them to victory, the reality was cruelly before them—victory and failure were just a result, but many of them seemed unable to wait for this result.

In the open-air tent not far away, many demon wounded soldiers were lying there. They were pitifully waiting for rescue and medicine, but they didn't expect that there were no supplies to distribute to them.

"There is no food distribution for these wounded. They will starve to death, or before they starve to death, they will die here because of lack of medical treatment." A demon officer stared at the "temporary hospital" in the distance, and said a little depressed.

There were some of his soldiers there. After losing these soldiers, he, the captain of the thousand-man team, lost dozens of men who could command him.

Counting the losses from the last bombing, he only had more than 400 people left in his hands. Originally, due to the lack of soldiers, his troops were not full of strength. Now that they have lost some soldiers, the situation is even worse.

"More than 2,000 wounded soldiers, only two doctors... This is really too bad." Another demon officer complained: "The enemy's army has not yet reached us, and we are about to lose more than half!"

"Another 2,000 usable young men were conscripted in the whole of Witthollands yesterday... I think I will add some to your army." The demon officer with only more than 400 people in his hand could only force his expression, Comfort your colleagues.

The officer who complained sighed, a little numb to such additions: "None of them have received decent training... In this case, they can't be useful at all."

Without waiting for his companions to continue to comfort him, he said to himself: "When the enemy attacks, such recruits will collapse, and their collapse will also bring the veterans to collapse together. It is better not to have them... and , How much can such soldiers give me? 200?"

"Stop joking." Hearing what he said, another demon officer quickly waved his hand: "You really dare to think about it, return 200? If I can add 15 to you, you can go and have fun!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the ruined city walls in the distance, made a huge gesture, and said, "Do you know how many teams of thousands there are in Whithorn? A total of 1,100!"

It's not that he's exaggerating,

Indeed, there are a full 1.1 million troops near Witthollands, including the army stationed in the city!

In other words, theoretically, the origin of magic has assembled an army of almost 1.1 million in his lair!

However, this is only theoretical. In fact, most of these ten-thousand demon teams are not full, and even the vast majority only have about half of their strength.

Even so, there are still 500,000 demon troops near Witthollands. They are responsible for protecting the most magnificent and huge city of the demons, and they are also responsible for protecting the invincible source of magic in their minds.

With such a huge force, only 2,000 recruits were recruited. This also shows from one aspect how desperate the devil's armed forces are now.

The 2,000 people recruited with great difficulty have to be added to the 1,100 thousand-man teams. On average, one thousand-man team is not enough for even two people!

yes! It's just so pitiful. Originally, there were only about half of the soldiers, and if ten of them were lost, it might not be possible to replenish one... How much combat power can such a force have?

Not to mention the illusory combat power, after all, even the elite demons with the strongest combat power can hardly resist the frontal attack of the Alan Hill Empire army.

It is said that these poor so-called demon soldiers are already very embarrassed in the face of the two bombings of the Alan Hill Empire.

While the two demon officers were talking, several demon soldiers moved a huge stone bar aside with the help of a four-legged orangutan.

The corpses that had been buried under the collapsed stone wall were exposed one after another, which made people sigh.

Everyone silently cleaned up the ruins little by little, and restored some streets that had long been beyond recognition.

Strong soldiers and four-legged orangutans carried the rubble to the side of the crater, then kicked it down, covered it with some dust, and it was considered complete filling.

Such a road full of holes has been extended to the distance, and has been extended to the wall of the temple.

"Thanks to the great source of magic, we were able to repel those damn planes! As long as the source of magic exists, we will not lose the war!" One of the officers looked at the craters that had been filled, and came out. said with emotion.

The demon officer standing beside him nodded and agreed with him: "You are right, as the spokesperson of the god of magic, the great source of magic is still there, so we can use magic to defeat those difficult enemies !"