1163 Can't Wait

"For His Majesty the Great Demon King! In today's battle, victory is in sight!" A demon officer drew out the long sword at his waist, and shouted at the top of his voice facing his subordinates who were neatly lined up.

In front of him, the demons in neat armor blocked their blue-faced fangs with their visors, then screamed, holding their weapons high, and rushed into the collapsed courtyard wall.

On the opposite side, the demonic defenders, who were also holding high swords and shields, tried their best to block the enemies who rushed into the gap in the wall, and then another bloody battle was evenly matched.

After all, the demons stationed on the core defense line were somewhat different from the demon troops on the periphery. At least in terms of equipment, they looked much better.

These demon defenders stationed on the ruins of a steel factory can form an orderly phalanx, and they can also use ancient tactics to fight against the attacking demon servants. Obviously they are an army Elite troops.

Now, the two armies are strangling together. The demon servants of the Ellanhill Empire rely on their well-equipped equipment, while the opposing demon defenders rely on their dying bravery.

At this stage of the battle, it basically means that you cut me with a knife, and I cut you with a knife. This kind of flesh and blood strangulation.

What makes people feel sorry for the devil is that what the Alan Hill Empire wants is this kind of strangulation, this kind of crazy strangulation that is enough to destroy a generation.

What's more, with the support of excellent armor equipment, the bloody fight between the demon servant army and the demon defender is almost a state where you slash me once, and I slash you dozens of knives.

This is not so much a battle as it is a kind of venting for both parties involved in the war. As demons, it has been too long, too long since they have had such a hearty fight in their familiar appearance.

Inside the army formation of the demon defenders, the leading demon officer held up a long sword, and the blade of the sword gleamed with magical light.

His sword slashed down violently, and hit the giant shield held by the demon servants of the Alan Hill Empire in front of him, making a crisp ding.

The soldier next to the officer was pierced by the sharp spear pierced through the gap in the shield, and fell down screaming.

And this officer took advantage of the situation to grab the shaft of the spear, and pulled the spear out of the shield with all his strength.

The opponent obviously didn't intend to wrestle with the demon officer, so he gave up his weapon directly. The demon officer did not expect that the opponent would give up this exquisite looking spear so easily, and stepped back several steps in embarrassment.

He retreated back into his formation, while the soldiers standing in front of him were pierced by more spears pierced from the shield formation.

Black blood was sprayed on the exquisite shields of the Ellandhill Empire printed with golden eagle emblems. These shields formed an army formation like a city wall, and slowly advanced amidst the sound of heroic drums.

The brave or desperate demon defender soldiers used their bodies as meat shields, hit those thick shields, and tightly hugged the spears that pierced them with both hands.

The follow-up demon defenders swung their swords forward again, piercing the long swords through the gaps in the shields. When they were pulled out, some of the blades were still shiny, while others were covered with the same black blood.

A shield soldier fell, and behind the heavy giant shield, another young demon stepped forward with the shield in his hand. He didn't even look down at the corpse under his feet, and behind him, there were endless people stepping on the corpse.

On the ruins in the distance, the young demon officer who delivered the letter retreated to a safer position. He came here with an adjutant, and saw that the attacking Alan Hill Empire army blocked his way.

"We can't get through... an attack of this scale, we won't be separated until dark." The young demon officer swallowed his saliva, licked his dry lips with his tongue, and said to his adjutant.

"Let's go to the other side. It's farther away, but at least it's safe." The adjutant only wore armor on his body, with two daggers stuck in his waist.

Holding a long sword in his hand.

The whole body of this long sword shone with a sharp cold light, but it was simple without any decoration. From the looks of it, it was known that this was the standard long sword of the Alan Hill Empire, and it was specially issued to the demon servant army.

A capable demon defender will find a way to get such a weapon for himself. After all, on such a cruel battlefield, relying on those rusty rags could not keep one's life alive.

Therefore, unless a high-ranking officer has an ancestral magic sword, the rest of the demon defenders will try their best to find an enemy weapon.

Because anyone who has used it knows that these batch-forged weapons are very strong and easy to use.

"Let's go..." The young demon officer who knew that this side was completely unworkable stood up and slapped his armor twice: "Go back! Since there is a fight here, let's ask the old general to lead people to attack from the side. Let’s beat back the enemies here first.”

"Wonderful!" The adjutant's eyes lit up, and he said in agreement: "This will give us a reason to retreat here, and at least allow our troops to last for a few more days..."

"It's only one day..." The young officer sighed and walked back: "Without food, we will collapse in a short time!"

Before taking a few steps, he stopped. The adjutant who was following him bumped into his back unexpectedly.

The adjutant was on guard in a panic, and then followed the demon officer's gaze, and saw a black flag rolled down from the ruins.

The ruins are their garrison position, and the flag is the black flag of the enemy...

"The position is lost!" the adjutant wailed, and then sat down on the big rock beside him, his eyes filled with disappointment.

The young officer also sighed, sat down on a big rock by the side of the road, and looked at the leather purse around his waist, which contained the letters he was going to deliver to the commander of the temple garrison.

"Let's go! Let's take a long detour and go to the temple." The young officer who was very familiar with the surrounding area finally cheered up a bit. He stood up, came to the adjutant, stretched out his palm, and pulled up his comrade.

The two disappeared one after the other at the end of the alley where there were only prototypes left. A few minutes after they left, soldiers from the Devil Servant Army of the Alan Hill Empire came here.

These brightly armored warriors carefully checked every corner here, because if one enemy was missed, it would cause casualties to those who followed.

The difference is that behind them, there are actually two human soldiers wearing power armor. They can't wait any longer, and want to decide the outcome in Whithorn as soon as possible...

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