1620 Demons and Humans

The generals of the Demon Race were selected based on their personal combat effectiveness. For example, the generals of the demon race, such as Saruks, who fought against humans in the past, all had strong combat effectiveness.

Later, these senior generals of the Demon Race basically died in the battle against the Alan Hill Empire.

The selection system for the later demon generals is very interesting. They have their own veteran generals with strong fighting ability, such as Fan Kefar, he is a demon veteran who follows the demon king Aresia.

Therefore, his personal combat effectiveness is very strong, not even much weaker than the deputy prime minister of the empire, Alves.

But now the middle-level officers who command the demon troops, and even many senior generals, are promoted based on the selection and training results of the military academy.

Dorenoje is such an existence. He used to be a noble general of the Demon Race, and his combat effectiveness is very high.

But later, he participated in the military academy training of the Alan Hill Empire, applied for the command department, graduated with honors, and was finally assigned to serve in the Demon Army.

For a long time, Dolenoje has been committed to improving the status of the demon army in the imperial system, and he is also a rare loyalist among the demons who is devoted to the emperor.

This is a very interesting thing. Demons have incomparable loyalty to the empire, but the main body of this loyalty is actually quite different.

For example, General Van Kefar, he is a typical old demon clan. While he is loyal to His Majesty the Emperor, he is also loyal to the Empire, to the origin of magic, and to the Demon Grand Duke Aresia.

This kind of loyalty is complicated, and it also proves that the demons are somewhat entangled. This is the case with many demons. Part of the reason why they are loyal to Chris is because Chris is now also the source of magic.

Dorenoje is different, he is completely loyal to Chris, and his loyalty to Chris is based on a firm cult of personality.

As an imperial general, Dolenotier adored Chris and regarded him as his idol. So he is also one of the few demon generals who shouts long live my emperor when saluting.

The other generals of the Demon Race either shouted Long Live the Origin of Magic or Long Live the Empire.

Of course, this situation is not unique to the demons. The elf general Falai is loyal to the Alan Hill Empire, and Merrion is loyal to Chris himself.

Because it is impossible to determine which object of allegiance is better, it is impossible to say which person is more loyal-generals who are loyal to the emperor personally,

May become half-hearted about the successor emperor; and generals loyal to the empire may choose to refuse to stand with the emperor in the face of righteousness.

In short, this kind of thing depends entirely on the emperor's personal status. If the emperor is strong, then these generals with all kinds of thoughts will obey; but if the emperor is weak and incompetent, then these generals will inevitably have evil intentions.

Dolenotie stood in his headquarters at this moment, looking at the places on the holographic map that were shining with red light.

Those places are the lines of defense that the Guardian troops are attacking. The battle between the two sides is very fierce, and the lines of defense being attacked are already in a hurry.

The Watcher's troops on the Higgs 11 planet are actually very large, even to the point of astonishment.

Previously, according to the specifications in the campaign manual, Dolenottier directly rewarded the Watcher's troops with 10 nuclear bombs. The calculation result was that the opponent's loss was about 10%.

Those were ten million-ton nuclear bombs, which directly hit the area where the opponent's dense troops were stationed, but only reduced the opponent's strength by ten percent!

What is even more frustrating is that, according to the calculation model, the time for the opponent to replenish the lost troops is about one day.

In other words, after a day, the opponent can restore the total number of troops today, or even a little more.

Ever since, Dolenottier gritted his teeth and dropped another 20 nuclear bombs in one breath, finally reducing the opponent's strength to about 70% of the original.

Then the battle broke out, and his first-line defensive troops were forced to give up their first-line defensive positions after only supporting for 40 minutes.

This result is also surprising. After all, it was estimated that this outer line of defense can last at least one day.

Although he decisively ordered the stationed troops to abandon that position immediately, Dolenotie was still the strongest of the Guardian troops, so he had a rough judgment.

Ever since, he decided to follow the example of Medias and use a tortoise tactic. Honestly stick to every position and resist steadily, allowing the watchers to spend the most time occupying Higgs 11.

Dolenotie doesn't have the strong and tenacious defensive command and dispatch ability of Medias. He thinks that what he can do is to stand here honestly until the last soldier.

Anyway, the empire didn't expect to rely on the number of troops to compete with the watchers. As long as he delayed as much as possible, it was considered a valuable opportunity for the empire to respond strategically.

When Taiyi is in service, the enemy's numerical advantage may be offset. At that time, it is impossible for the watchman to threaten the eternal life of His Majesty the Emperor.

"The opponent's military superiority is too obvious, and we can't compete with the opponent. Frankly speaking, the demons are not good at this kind of battle." A demon staff officer stood beside Dolenotie a little annoyed, and complained.

The other staff officer also nodded, feeling that this battle was really aggrieved: "If we can lose troops regardless of the cost, then even if two of them are exchanged for one of the opponent, we are willing to bear the loss. But now, our loss represents It makes us uncomfortable to send more troops to the enemy."

Dolenoje was still staring at the holographic map in front of him, looking at the main directions of the enemy's attack, and said, "I know, if there is no difficulty, how could His Majesty entrust us with such an important task?"

"Sir, the defense line of the 5th Armored Division of the Demon Race was broken through by the enemy conquerors. I have conveyed your order to send reinforcements from the 1st Armored Division...the losses are huge, but no matter what, we must take the lost positions Take it back!" The adjutant came over and reported to Doleno Jiehui.

"Very good, try to protect the swordsmen and the grenadiers of the human race as much as possible, and let our people bear the casualties as much as possible." Dolenoje nodded, and said to several staff officers and the commander.

An officer immediately nodded and replied: "We understand that we are already doing this. However, the commanders of the human race don't think they are special, and they are still actively asking for a fight."

"Let's use our troops first, and don't put the human troops on top unless it is absolutely necessary." Dolenotie said thoughtfully.

Hill lowered his body as low as possible, watching a sweeper with four arms jumping out of the trench not far away, he was already prepared, and shot at the opponent's body.

The sweeper was pierced by bullets, and fell on his back. The sweeper behind him began to attack where Hill was, and black energy clusters hit him like raindrops.

These energy clusters lifted the dirt in front of Hill, blasting the cracked concrete fragments into the sky.

The gravel crackled and hit the armor above Hill's head, making a clanging sound. Hill lay on his stomach as much as possible, put his body close to the bottom of the trench, and slowly crawled towards another gap in the distance.

This is the second time he has seen such a powerful firepower. The first time he saw such firepower was when the Alan Hill Empire attacked the Demon Realm.

At that time, he was also the one who was beaten, and he was lying on the bottom of the trench like this, like a bug struggling in the mud.

"Why do I have such a hard life...the one who gets beaten every time...Damn it." He muttered as he reached the gap designed to conceal the fire.

The difference from the last time is that this time he has the same powerful weapon that can kill enemies from a distance, so this time he can not only be beaten, but also fight back.

In fact, this is already a world of difference. There is not a slight difference between having the hope of counterattack and not having any means to destroy the enemy.

As long as the soldiers are given the hope of destroying the enemy, who is willing to surrender easily? At this moment, Hill once again picked up the weapon in his hand and aimed at the distant target.

"Tut-chug-chug!" He pulled the trigger again, sweeping out the remaining bullets in the magazine.

On his front, seven or eight of the sweepers fell, and the rest swarmed forward, filling the gap in the attacking formation.

Subconsciously touching his waist, Hill found that his magazine was empty. Now he is in a state of running out of ammunition and food, and a few minutes ago, he just saw the puppet robot delivering ammunition being hit and scrapped and fell into the trench.

"The nearest supply point is 110 meters away, and the nearest supply point is 110 meters away..." The electronic mechanical voice kept reminding, but Hill no longer had the energy to take care of these things.

He had already drawn the lightsaber at his waist, slashing a sweeper who had plunged into the trench. The hand-to-hand combat has begun, and now it's a bloody fight to the death.

"... Ha!" He ignored the splashing blood and stood up in the trench that had been destroyed by the explosion. And in front of him, there are countless densely packed sweepers.

Just like those heroes who slash zombies in TV series, Hill didn't expect that one day he would be able to become such a person.

When the demons faced the enemy before, they actually swarmed like this. Only now did Hill know how unwilling and desperate those masters who were overwhelmed by the demon dogs felt before they died.

"Warning! The left shoulder is damaged! Warning! The left shoulder is damaged!" The computer's prompt sound reminded Hill again and again that he is now very dangerous.

He could feel the Sweeper stabbing him in the ribs, and more than enough, the enemy knocking his shoulder plate away. But he can't take care of these anymore, because he is waving his lightsaber, chopping away one enemy after another directly in front of him.

Hill knew that he would eventually fall, and now he was just using the last moments of his life to be loyal to the country.

Finally, the lightsaber in his hand began to become shorter due to exhaustion of energy, but the sweepers in front of him did not decrease at all.

In the next second, a sweeper rushed forward. At this critical moment, a series of gunshots knocked the gathered sweepers away.

A human also wearing a mecha jumped into the trench, followed by more soldiers, and most of these soldiers still had a sharp flying sword hanging from their shoulders.

"Are you alright?" a swordsman from the Heavenly Sword Sect pulled Hill up from the ground and asked loudly.

"It's okay!" Hill heaved a sigh of relief, and said to his comrades who came to support him, "Thank...thank you."

"You're welcome!" The swordsman of the Heavenly Sword Sect handed one of his energy batteries to Hill, lifted his mask, and said, "This armor is so easy to use, I like it so much. "

His armor is much stronger than Hill's. After all, as a human being, the power mechas he gets are much more elite than the power mechas of the demons.

"Boom!" Just as they were talking, an electromagnetic tank beside them crossed the trench and fired a shell not far behind them.

"Drink!" Several swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword School leaped high, condensed a huge lightsaber in front of them, and directly swept across the frontal battlefield.

Like chopping melons and vegetables, they wiped out all the sweepers who had approached the defense line of the Alan Hill Empire.

After all, it is a new force that has just joined the battlefield. The combat effectiveness of this reinforcement is really different from that of Hill's army, which has been fighting fiercely on the front line for more than 2 hours.

What's more, the equipment of these troops is obviously more powerful. The electromagnetic tanks they are equipped with are advanced weapons that Hill's troops do not have.

This is just the power mecha equipped by the Heavenly Sword Sect. If it is the more core Ellandhill Empire Grenadier, the kind of troops composed of old mortals, and the new equipment on the power mecha, it is really imaginable. Less powerful.

In order to protect these veterans who have followed the empire all the way to today, the weapons department of the Alan Hill Empire has really spared no effort.

Finally, the counterattack forces of the Alan Hill Empire arrived, and the tide of the Sweeper's attack gradually receded.

"I'm sorry, we came here voluntarily for reinforcements... No way, the higher-ups didn't approve it." The commander of this mixed unit, who was probably a synthetic battalion, stood in front of the commander of Hill's unit, a little embarrassed said with a smile.

"We have not received an order for reinforcements, but as an independent battalion, we can make a basic judgment on the battle situation without applying." Holding the helmet, the human commander said.

He sighed, and continued to the grateful Mozu officer: "In fact, my father died in the war against the Mozu, but today you stand here, fighting for Alan Hill, I I will regard you as my comrade in arms."

The demon commander stood at attention and saluted, expressing his gratitude: "I know that saying I'm sorry is of no use...so, I will fight until the last moment."

"For Alan Hill!" The human officer held his head high.

"Long live the empire!" The demon officer solemnly replied.