1131 Torture of Will

"For His Majesty the Demon King! For the Empire of Alan Hill! Forward!" Amidst the rumble of war drums, a demon officer waved the long sword in his hand, loudly encouraging his soldiers.

In fact, using war drums to command troops at this time is already a very backward method. It's a pity that the demon servant army has never obtained any decent weapons and equipment, so they can only play according to the set of tactics they were familiar with.

However, in the face of the collapsed demon defenders, the already outdated tactics of the servant army can still be used.

After all, this is a bloody and cruel battle where the two sides compete with each other. It doesn't matter if you are bad, as long as your opponent is worse than yourself.

The demon defenders on the opposite side have no fighting power at this moment, and they have even exhausted their desire to fight.

During the day yesterday, the two sides fought on the battlefield, and everyone still felt that they were evenly matched, but the crazy massacre last night had made the demon defenders lose their basic confidence in fighting.

The night of unilateral killing brought the demon defenders to the verge of collapse, and the last bit of courage they showed was wasted in the subsequent counterattack.

But when they counterattacked, they found that there was no trace of a human being in the position they lost last night.

There are only corpses of demons that have not been dealt with yet, all over the ground! It was just like hell, densely packed with corpses everywhere.

The scene in front of me and the terrified heart last night made these demons who participated in the counterattack lose all their courage.

Then they had to face a new round of attacks from the demon servant army of the Alan Hill Empire.

The demon defenders did not have a good rest at all. At this moment, both mentally and physically, they have been completely defeated.

They were sleepy and tired, they didn't have enough troops, and they didn't have the will to resist. They were just like this, in a state of insanity, ushering in a new battle.

Right in front of them, the demon servants of the Ellanhill Empire drew out their long swords, and chopped down the demon defenders who were almost as small as wooden stakes to the ground.

Apart from screaming, these numb demon defenders hardly did anything else, and the resistance was even weaker.

The demon defenders, who were about to be defeated, retreated numbly to the positions they set out in the early morning, and then were driven out of these positions, routing further into the neighborhood.

No matter how the officers of the demon defenders whipped their men with their long swords, these demon soldiers who had lost their fighting spirit could no longer stop their collapse.

"Long live the Empire of Alan Hill!" A demon soldier in armor broke open the door in front of him, and his comrades behind him rushed in holding their long swords.

Dozens of soldiers rushed into the building pushing each other, and the demon soldiers inside also tried their best to resist with their weapons.

As a result, at the moment of hand-to-hand combat, the soldiers of the demon servant army, who were recharging their energy and recharging their energy to wait for work, discovered that the reaction speed of the opponent seemed to be much slower.

After all, one night without sleep consumes a lot of energy. At the moment of slashing, the outcome will be decided.

Most of the demon defenders were already lying on the ground, and only a few soldiers of the demon servant army were stabbed by long swords and fell down.

Afterwards, more demon servant soldiers who poured in pulled the wounded companions out of the house, while other demon soldiers rushed in again.

Seeing more and more demon soldiers wearing armor, those demon defenders who only had leather armor or breastplate were finally pushed back into the various rooms in the building.

Without a unified command and no formation to cover each other, these demon defenders who were divided and surrounded immediately became a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

They were cleaned room by room, and some demons even cried out their surrender in despair.

Unfortunately, no one heeded such cries,

The demon servants who didn't receive the order didn't dare to take any prisoners casually. They could only carry their long swords and chop down those poor people who were kneeling on the ground.

A demon officer held the long sword at his waist, stepped on the corpses lying on the stairs, and walked up to the second floor step by step. This building originally had five floors, but due to the collapse, there are only two floors now. ready to use.

The demon officer who climbed up the stairs looked contemptuously at the corpses of his fellow clansmen under his feet, and seemed to be more concerned about whether his shiny boots covered with iron armor were stained with black blood.

He carefully avoided the sticky blood and walked to a relatively clean room on the second floor.

Then, he stopped, turned sideways, and tilted his head at an adjutant-looking demon who was following him, signaling that he could start working.

The demon hurried forward and unfurled the black eagle flag that had been prepared a long time ago from the window.

With the breeze, the black flag was gently unfolded, and the eagle in the center of the flag spread its wings, looking so mighty.

The demon soldiers who had been waiting downstairs caught the lower end of the flag. They used nails to ingot the two corners of the flag at the lower end to the wall. Their movements were neat and skillful.

You only need to take a look to know that they often do this kind of work. After all, behind them, there are already several blocks of buildings or ruins, and the flag of the Alan Hill Empire has been hung like this.

"Boom, boom, boom..." The sound of the war drums outside the house continued, and the neatly lined up demon servants of the Alan Hill Empire continued to move forward along the street.

Every time there is a fork in the road, these neat phalanxes will separate a group of soldiers to form another phalanx and advance along the new road.

All the buildings they pass by will be hung with the flag of the Alan Hill Empire. And as more and more of these flags were hung, more and more blocks were controlled by the Alan Hill Empire.

It was only the second day of the Battle of Whithorns, and the attacker seemed to have grasped the rhythm of victory. According to this speed, in less than 20 days, the Alan Hill Empire can occupy this city.

Of course, things don't work that way. After all, there is still a difficult source of magic in this city, and those demons who obey him will not sit still.

They will fight to the end, and the Alan Hill Empire wants them to fight to the end. Because only when there is a winner, it will be easier to arrange things after that, and it will be easier to solve those troublesome problems.

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