One Thousand One Hundred and Thirty Take Turns

The other demon soldiers hiding in this building, after losing a few unlucky comrades by the window, no longer dare to lie on the window to watch the excitement.

They still don't know how those terrifying enemies killed so skillfully in the dark night.

But now these demon soldiers have realized that this damn night may kill many of them!

The demon soldiers, who were still in shock, heard fierce gunshots from the first floor under their feet before they had time to discuss countermeasures.

These gunshots seemed to be covered by something, and they looked oppressive and dull in the dark night. They don't know about high-tech things like silencers, and naturally they don't know about such damned inventions as night vision goggles!

However, they could still hear the different gunshots, and they could still hear the desperate cries of their companions.

"Hold the gate! Damn it! Where's the torch?" This was the desperate cry of the demon officer on the first floor.

After the shout sounded, dense gunshots rang out abruptly. Then the demon officer moaned dully, and floated to the second floor with the muffled sound of heavy objects hitting the ground.

"Ah!" A demon screamed and fell to the ground after being shot. Then there was another burst of intense gunfire.

In the dark, the crisp gunshot of the Mauser 98K is particularly distinctive. It was a demon soldier who was so nervous that he fired a shot at the stairs in the darkness.

The entire first floor is now in chaos, and the people upstairs don't know what happened to the people below.

They don't know how dangerous the situation they are facing now, and they certainly don't know that at this moment, more deadly weapons have begun to target them.

In the pitch-black night sky, two black shadows flashed past the jade-like moon. The two armed helicopters have aimed at the target, and the cannons installed on their noses have been powered on and started to rotate.

"Buzz... chug chug!" The dense machine guns sounded suddenly, and the dense bullets easily penetrated the wall of the building, setting off a bloody storm on the second floor of the entire building.

"The target on the second floor has been suppressed!" The pilot observed the almost completely silent second floor through the low-light night vision device, and reported to the ground attack force: "Switching the infrared night vision device..."

"Strong attack! Strong attack!" A heavy armored grenadier of the Alan Hill Empire heard the announcement from the helicopter and threw a shock bomb at the stairs. While throwing the grenade, he loudly reminded all his companions: "Shock bomb!"

At the same time as it was thrown, all the Ellandhill heavy armored grenadiers retracted to their bodies. Then, on the stairs on the second floor, a huge bright light accompanied by a huge explosion destroyed the guards' perception of the demon near the stairs.

They all heard the loud explosion and were blinded by the blinding flash. They felt dizzy, and everything in front of them was blurred. As if being hit on the head with a sledgehammer, even raising your hands has become a very strenuous task.

"Grenade group! Start attacking!" Knowing that the shock bombs had taken effect, the commander of the Alan Hill heavy armored grenadier waved to the soldiers behind him, and two soldiers with grenade launchers rushed forward. up the stairs.

"Bang! Bang!" They aimed at the helpless demons and pulled the trigger. Then two huge explosions, with countless fragments, swept away the demon soldiers who couldn't find Bei.

Armored grenadiers with assault rifles rushed up to the second floor, which was almost in ruins. It had been baptized by the helicopter's cannon, and it was already a mess.

There were demon corpses everywhere, and the soldiers of the Alanhill Empire were not careless. They fired at every demon lying on the ground. This habit of replenishing their guns was the experience they summed up in countless battles.

A demon who had been shot down and was moaning on the ground raised his head and saw a black muzzle aimed at his head.

He opened his mouth, revealing the messy yellow teeth inside, and let out a beast-like roar. Then, a bullet ended his life, piercing his head.

"Tudu! Tut!" In the whole building, there were still gunshots one after another, but the gunshots subsided soon.

Another building was occupied by humans, and another building was cleansed of demons.

And farther afield, missiles and rockets fired from helicopters destroyed building after building. Explosions in the distance lit up the sky, and demonic horns whimpered in the darkness.

When the human attack stopped at midnight, the demon troops on the entire front line had completely collapsed. They fought with the demon servant army all day, and were caught off guard by the night attack of humans.

After they stabilized their line of defense, the familiar, desperate cannon fire started again.

One after another, the shells fired by the large-caliber howitzers landed on the defense zone they were stationed at. Those annoying, insidious and terrifying human night attack troops had already retreated at this time, leaving only those demons who hadn't figured out the situation. The garrison, alone, bears the deadly shelling.

When the sky gradually brightened, they rested for most of the night. Although they were noisy by the sound of cannons for a long time, the demon servant army of the Alan Hill Empire, which had already rested, beat the annoying drums again.

The demon phalanx in neat armor began to move forward again. The almost non-stop fighting has exhausted the demon defenders stationed in Welthoranth.

The humans who attacked at night had no intention of occupying those positions at all. After attacking the demon's active force, they retreated silently.

The demon defenders who hastily counterattacked did not encounter any resistance at all, and regained the position occupied by the human night raiders. On these positions, the demonic defenders who fought back found only countless corpses of friendly troops.

As a result, these counterattack troops, which were not firmly established, had to face the continued attack of the demon servant army who was waiting for work at dawn.

These demons who are loyal to the source of magic, have not had time to build their own defensive positions, and have not cleaned up the corpses of their companions, they havetily picked up weapons and fought with different demons.

Then, the result can be imagined. They were chaotic and mercilessly slaughtered everywhere. Within a few hours, the corpses of the demon soldiers who died in the night were covered with fresh corpses.

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