One Thousand One Hundred and Twenty Six Flesh and Blood

In the ruins full of bomb craters, several demon soldiers are building their new positions. These bomb craters can save them the time of digging trenches, and they can be regarded as making the best use of everything.

They worked hard to pile up some soil in the direction facing the enemy, and then buried some corpses and gravel in front to strengthen their position.

To the left of the crater they were defending was a building that had collapsed two-thirds of the way. There are only two floors left in this building, and there are only two walls and half of the ground on the second floor of the remaining two floors that refuse to collapse.

On the first floor of the more than half-collapsed building, there are still several demons stationed. They are responsible for blocking the Alan Hill Empire army attacking along the road, preventing them from driving straight in and attacking the square behind.

This is the edge of the city. Yesterday's battle caused the demon troops in the suburbs to retreat back to the urban area. They strengthened the existing defense line and put on a posture of fighting to the end.

A demon is holding a Mauser 98K rifle in his hand. He is not wearing armor, because the current demon army can no longer issue enough armor to his soldiers.

Only low-level demon officers have armor, and these armors are not complete. The commander in this crater only has a breastplate and is not equipped with shoulder armor.

"Save some ammunition! Don't shoot for a while! Wait for the enemy to approach, and then aim and shoot!" The officer without shoulder armor told his subordinates.

He also knew that this order might be useless at all, because most of his men were recruits who had not received combat training.

Only God knows how powerful these recruits are. It is better to count on them not to run away than to count on them to kill the enemy.

Compared with the demon soldier holding a Mauser 98K rifle, this officer still trusts the two archers on his left.

They are the well-trained demon soldiers, and it is still up to them to solve the problem at critical moments.

"I, I see." The rifle shooter, whose voice trembled a little, replied very uncertainly.

My family knew about my own affairs. He only had four bullets in his gun now, and one magazine in his pocket—this amount of bullets for his son was definitely not enough for one battle.

But he couldn't help it. When the weapons were distributed, he was given a total of 10 bullets. He fired one shot in yesterday's battle, but didn't hit anyone at all.

Now there are only 9 rounds of ammunition left, and yesterday's shot was his only live ammunition shooting training.

It is unrealistic to expect a shooter like him to kill the enemy. He has never even hit a target so far, and he has no idea how the bullet hits the target.

Apart from this unreliable shooter and two archers, the remaining soldiers only had short weapons.

A few still had shields, and most of the remaining soldiers only had a longsword or an axe. Such an army is not so much a regular army as a beggar. The equipment of the guerrillas may be better than theirs.

Although the sun has not risen yet, the darkness before dawn is over. The current visibility is tens of meters, and there seems to be something approaching at the other end of the street.

"Attention! Attention! There is movement over there!" The demon officer guarding the crater lowered his voice to remind his comrades around him, and at the same time gestured to his comrades on the other side of the ruins of the house.

The dozen or so demon soldiers stationed there responded with a gesture indicating that they were ready to fight, and this silent communication was completed in this way.

A few seconds later, the sound of neat footsteps broke the tranquility of the morning. The demon stationed in the crater widened his eyes, and was so shocked by the scene before him that he couldn't speak.

The battle they imagined before was to face the terrifying tanks of the Alan Hill Empire, with overwhelming artillery fire and tracer bullets as dense as fishing nets.

But now, what appeared in front of their eyes was a different scene: the opposite was a copper wall made up of neat shields, and there were long spears protruding from the gaps in the shields like hedgehogs.

This is the army the demons are all too familiar with, this is their former army! It's just that their army doesn't have such a thick and beautiful armor, nor such a uniform and beautiful shield.

One golden eagle after another was engraved on the shield, and the black shield had a golden edge pattern. Such shields are so densely packed that it is impossible to count them.

It's like a sea of ​​shields, appearing abruptly on the edge of Whithorn.

In the shocked and helpless eyes of the demon defenders, the demon army, holding thick shields and full of sharp spears, pressed over in darkness like this.

"Bang!" Suddenly, a gunshot echoed in the early morning air, and he didn't obey his commander's order at all. The overly nervous demon rifle shooter directly chose to shoot at the iron wall.

The bullet hit the magic defense barrier opened by the demon servant army, penetrated the barrier and hit the shield, and finally left a deep hole on the shield, embedded in the shield and ended its rampage journey.

"Huh...drink! Huh...drink!" The demon servant army phalanx that was attacked continued to shout slogans and marched unhurriedly, and the dull sound of war drums spread together with the sound of horns after the gunfire.

The soldiers wearing heavy armor on both sides drew out their long swords around their waists, held smaller round shields, and rushed into the ruins of the buildings they passed by without saying a word.

The shining sword reflects a creepy cold light when the sun rises. The demons stationed in the ruins, and the demons rushing to the ruins, just started the most primitive fight.

No one thought that the human army of the Alan Hill Empire did not intend to fall into the quagmire of war at all. They just watched indifferently from their forward positions, watching the demon troops fighting in the ruins with the most brutal means.

This is the real flesh and blood mill. Compared with the bloody battlefield imagined by the origin of magic, the hell created by the emperor of the Alan Hill Empire is obviously more cruel and desperate!

"Archer!" Seeing that the enemy was approaching, the demon officer, who didn't even have shoulder armor, pulled out the long sword at his waist, and slashed forward: "Fire the arrow!"

The two archers drew out the magic-breaking arrows silently, aiming at the neat phalanx. The way they are most familiar with fighting is to face such an enemy.

On the other side of them, behind the almost impenetrable shield wall, the demon soldiers who could only see the way forward clearly through the gaps, stepped on drums, took heavy steps, and heard the rough panting of their companions, approaching The crater where the gunshot had just sounded.

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