One Thousand One Hundred and Seventy-Two Courtyards

"Hold it! Hold it!" A demon defender shouted desperately, cheering up his soldiers, hoping that they could withstand the attack of the wave after wave of servants of the Alan Hill Empire.

The ground has long been stained black with blood, and the corpses of demons have piled up like a mountain, with stumps and broken arms everywhere. Some demons are not dead yet, lying on the ground whimpering and howling.

And the two sides didn't look at the wounded lying on the ground at all. They stepped on the bodies of the wounded, and then brandished their weapons, producing more blood, more corpses, and more severed limbs. arm and more wounded.

The demon servant army of the Alan Hill Empire did not intend to retreat this time. They organized an offensive phalanx one after another, putting pressure forward regardless of losses.

At this moment, the thick courtyard wall could no longer stop the attack of the demon servant army. Hundreds of demon servant army soldiers had already rushed through the narrowest position. Occupied a position.

They stepped on the corpses and kept moving forward, and behind them, a T-99 main battle tank of the Irish Empire rushed over and smashed the crumbling wall between the two gaps with its body .

In the rising smoke and dust, the broken bricks on the wall were still hanging on the tank body, and it began to increase its horsepower and reverse.

As soon as the tank retreated, countless demon servant soldiers rushed in through the huge gap with their long swords held high.

Because the gap was too big, more and more soldiers of the demon servant army rushed in, so seeing the courtyard wall, it was a bit difficult to defend the position.

Seeing that there was nothing to do, the demon officer who was still shouting to hold back just now finally ordered the soldiers around him: "Retreat! Retreat into the inner courtyard! Quick!"

There are two courtyard walls in the magic temple of Witthollands, and the courtyard wall of the inner courtyard is not as tall and strong as the courtyard wall of the outer courtyard.

After all, the outer courtyard wall seemed to take into account some defensive needs, while the inner courtyard wall was set up purely for beauty and partition.

Therefore, as long as those courtyard walls collide casually, they will collapse. It is not as easy to defend as the courtyard wall outside.

But something is better than nothing. Seeing that there is no danger in the courtyard, if you don't rely on the courtyard wall of the inner courtyard and struggle to your death, then you will have to wait for death in this large square that is surrounded by wind. .

As a result, the armored demon defenders turned around and began to retreat, leaving behind some broken demons, who were quickly killed by the fully armored servants.

At this moment, in a bomb crater in the yard, in a temporary position reinforced with mud and rubble, a Maxim machine gun of the demon defenders opened fire.

A demon held the grip of the machine gun in both hands, and pointed the water-cooled muzzle at the unsuspecting minion demons. He pulled the trigger, and the deputy shooter beside him helped him put the belt into the barrel of the machine gun.

"Thuk chug!" The sound of continuous firing from the machine gun sounded, and the bullets rained into the ranks of the demon servants.

In just a split second, the demon servant soldiers turned on their backs. The demons hit by the bullets fell to the ground, and some demons raised their shields, but they also died.

"Go to hell! Traitor! Traitor!" Madness was written on the face of the demon shooter holding the trigger. He was here to kill his comrades. The defenders have been suppressing and not using this precious machine gun. That's it.

"Tug Tut!" Without the slightest pity or hesitation, the machine gun fired crazily, killing at least thirty poor servant soldiers in a short while.

There were more demons who were shot and fell. They didn't have time to chase down the retreating demon defenders, and they didn't even have time to retreat outside the courtyard wall, so they fell down one after another, and died one after another.

"Click..." Suddenly, the machine gun stopped making continuous clicking sounds,

There was light smoke from the muzzle of the gun, and it stopped inexplicably.

"What's going on? Why is it stuck?" Pulling the bolt, the demon shooter, who wanted to troubleshoot, looked at his machine gun and didn't know what to do for a while.

The assistant shooter helped to pull the bullet belt made of canvas, but he couldn't pull the jammed bullet out of the gun in the fuss.

There is no way, as the devil's industry collapsed a little bit with the war, the imitation weapons also lost a little bit of quality.

I won’t mention things like dud bombs, it’s a bitter tear—every time soldiers on the front line fire a dozen or so bullets, they may encounter a spent bullet that doesn’t go off. This kind of thing is no longer What a secret.

What is even more frustrating is that the length of many bullets will also cause errors due to poor craftsmanship when installing the bullets. If the error is too large, it will get stuck.

The rifle is okay, anyway, it shoots one shot at a time, and if it gets stuck, it gets stuck. But when this happened to the machine gun, it really made people want to cry without tears.

Of course, the bullets cannot be blamed entirely... because no one can tell whether there will be problems with the internal parts of the imitation machine gun.

After all, if there is a problem with the weapon on the battlefield, 99% of the parties involved will not be able to find trouble with those bastards who produce the weapon.

Just as the two shooters were busy troubleshooting the machine gun, a huge black shadow enveloped them. As the shadow grew larger, the surrounding soil began to roll down the slope of the crater due to vibrations.

The two men realized something, and suddenly raised their heads, and saw two rolling tank tracks, pressing towards them and their machine guns.

The screams were buried by the noise made by the tank's 1,500-horsepower diesel engine, leaving only one arm shaking outside the track.

The deputy shooter, who was lucky enough to avoid the track, finally saw the blue sky after the tank ran over him, but he was not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery in the next second.

Because, standing next to the crater were the soldiers of the demon servant army who were wearing armor and had just escaped from the muzzle of the machine gun.

"Wait...wait a minute! I, I surrender!" He tried to raise his hands high, and then a soldier of the servant army rushed down the crater and stepped on his chest.

He fell on his back, that foot stepped heavily on his chest like this, and before he could utter a cry, the sharp long sword pierced his face.

Then, another sharp long sword pierced his stomach, and then another long sword pierced his chest.

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