One Thousand One Hundred and Twenty-Seven Cruel Fights

The energy was exhausted, and the demon in the room gasped heavily, kicking aside the corpse of a fellow demon in neat armor.

He had just exhausted all his strength to chop open the opponent's armor, and won his own victory in a hand-to-hand close combat.

It is a pity that there is no reason to be proud and rejoicing at all, because this battle is far from over.

At the same time as he kicked away the corpse, another demon soldier in heavy armor gripped his long sword and rushed into the room. Without giving the panting demon any chance to adjust, he rushed up viciously.

The exhausted demon raised his long sword and collided with the opponent's long sword, splashing dazzling sparks.

There was a heavy pressure on the wrist, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword loosened unconsciously. The long sword in the demon's hand flew out, but the long sword in the hand of the armored demon soldier was still slashing downwards.

The demon, who had no weapons, wanted to dodge, but it was too late. He watched with his own eyes that the long sword on the opposite side hit his shoulder.

With a click, he heard the sound of his shoulder blades shattering. Then the black blood covered his vision.

It seemed that he could feel his body losing strength, and he fell heavily on the ground and made an ordinary sound. But the demon who had been chopped had already died in the process of falling.

His body was stacked on top of the neatly armored demon body that died earlier, and the black blood was mixed together, spreading and flowing along the potholes on the ground.

In the next room, several unarmored demons were holding on to a door. Because of their long swords, even the armored demons outside the room could not rush in.

The demons outside the house were not in a hurry, they just stood guard at the door, waiting for their people to finish handling the other rooms.

On the street, the demon soldiers guarding the crater had already mixed with the rushing enemies. It is said to be a melee, but it is actually the process of the demons in these craters being brutally killed by uniform opponents.

The demon servants of the Alan Hill Empire are arranged in a neat phalanx. They attack with long spears more than three meters long when they are fighting hand to hand.

And those demon defenders with short swords and axes can basically only fight on their own, and they are not opponents of these well-trained phalanxes at all.

As the spear pierced out again and again, the demons in the craters fell one by one.

The few demons stationed in the ruins on the other side have been submerged in the vast crowd by the armored demon troops rushing up.

Due to their numerical disadvantage, they didn't even have a chance to fight back, so they were brutally hacked to death in the ruins.

Just above the heads of these Ellandhill demon servants rushing into the ruins, countless rockets passed them and landed in the distant urban area.

Then dense explosions sounded, making both the attacking soldiers and the defending soldiers forget about fighting for a moment.

The continuous explosions engulfed the distant city buildings, and the loud noises one after another made the whole earth tremble.

The blocking fire of the Alan Hill Empire began, and the artillery fire supporting the servant army's attack also began at this time.

The shells roared and landed on the core of the city, skillfully avoiding the attack route of the demon servants. These falling shells covered almost all reinforcement routes, precisely blocking the demon's follow-up reinforcements.

On the outskirts of the distant Withorlands, standing on the hillside and watching the battle, Heidi Cannon, the frontline commander of the Alan Hill Empire, put down his binoculars and looked at the officers around him: "The slave army has already entered the urban area. .”

With great difficulty, he was reinstated and was able to regain command of the 1st Armored Corps of the Expeditionary Force. In this capacity, he became the first ground force commander to invade the Whithorn, which he regarded as the greatest honor of his life.

"The generals of the Demon Race sent back news that their advance was smooth, but the enemy's resistance was also very firm." An officer stood at attention and replied.

"Sir! If the heavy grenadier troops enter the urban area, our advance speed will be much faster." Another commander of the heavy grenadier troops complained a little. He felt that if his troops were replaced, The enemy's first line of defense may have been breached by now.

"Don't worry, let the defenders of the servants and demons consume it first. When they are both exhausted, we will go in and finish it." Heidi Canon waved his hand and said to his subordinates: "It is not what we have shown yet. when."

"Wait a minute, let the servant army fight until the evening first, if you can cut into three blocks, then continue to let the servant army advance in the afternoon." He thought for a while, and then gave his own order: "If they only Advance two blocks, then switch to the Panzergrenadiers!"

While speaking, he waved to the communication soldier, and the soldier with the communication phone on his back hurried to Heidi Cannon, turned around at attention, and pointed the phone behind him at his general.

Heidi Canon grabbed the walkie-talkie: "Press three more phalanxes! Before noon, call me to the designated position! Prove your loyalty and your role to His Majesty!"

After speaking, he hung up the receiver of the phone.

On the other side of the walkie-talkie, the demon general holding the receiver had a gloomy expression. He hung up the receiver and looked at his subordinates: "The speed of attack is slow..."

"We have already killed more than 100 soldiers, and only occupied a few ruins!" A demon officer shouted angrily, "Aren't they satisfied with this speed of attack?"

"Decree! Press down on three square formations... No! Press down on five square formations! Even if you are using people to pile up, you must pile down the first few ruins! You lead the team yourself!"

"Obey! My lord!" The demon officer lowered his head slightly, pulled out the sharp long sword from his waist, and walked down the hillside with his entourage: "Assemble the troops! Thunder and drums! Prepare to attack!"

"Woo!" The high-pitched horn sounded again, and the rhythm was completely different from the devil's traditional horn sound. Amidst the sound of horns and the sound of majestic war drums, the demon soldiers in thick armor formed a dense formation, and walked in neat steps towards the once sacred Whithorn in their hearts.

The soldiers of the Devil Servant Army of the Elan Hill Empire, who were fighting hard in the ruins, immediately became more excited when they heard the horns of their allies.

"The reinforcements are here! Victory belongs to us!" A servant general who was supervising the battle behind the phalanx rode on the back of the earth dragon beast, and loudly encouraged his soldiers: "For His Majesty the Demon King! Continue to attack!"

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