Three Hundred and Nineteen Salesmen

"Boom!" A 90mm caliber high-explosive bomb hit the magic barrier of the demon army, leaving spreading ripples on the thick magic rune. However, this thick magical defense barrier was still as stable as Mount Tai, which made the members of the m4 tank crew who fired were a little desperate.

"We were not able to penetrate the target!" Tony removed his eyes from the periscope, and said loudly to his loader, "Load the armor-piercing bomb! At this distance, the grenade seems to be useless!"

The loader took out an armor-piercing bullet from the few remaining ammunition, stuffed it into the gun chamber, and reminded loudly: "The armor-piercing bullet is loaded! Commander! We don't have much ammunition left!"

When they retreated here before, they only had a dozen armor-piercing rounds left. If they continued to fight like this, after a few minutes, they would have no shells for the main gun.

It's a pity that if they don't fire now, the enemy will get closer to their defensive positions at a faster rate.

"Crack!" He lifted the hatch above his head, and Tony stuck his head out to look around. In the distance of the intersection where they were, a demon was already crossing the road, that is to say, their wings Almost all have been captured by the demon army.

"I should stay in Naaru and sell my TV! Damn it!" Tony complained gloomily, and then retreated into his tank: "The two wings have been lost! We will be surrounded immediately if we stay here!"

"What should I do? Those infantrymen are still fighting!" The soldiers in front of the hull could be seen firing, and the driver shouted loudly in the communicator.

While they were talking, the 107mm rocket launcher that had been prepared in the distant Alan Hill Grenadier position let out a deafening roar, and countless artillery shells rose into the air, rushing towards the demon position in the distance. .

The huge emission flame blew the dust nearby, and even blocked the sight of some Tony and others.

The dense 107mm rockets hit the magical defense barrier of those demon troops, and it just splashed a ripple. Without the consumption of howitzers, the opponent's magic defense is quite strong, and it cannot be easily broken.

"Boom!" The armor-piercing projectile hit the barrel of the m4 tank. This time, because the speed was fast enough, the projectile penetrated the defensive barrier and knocked down several demon soldiers behind the defensive barrier.

But this kind of slaughter has no way to stop the advance of the demon army. After all, these demons are numerous and powerful.

"I'm going over! Let them retreat with us! Staying here is just waiting to die!" Tony squinted his eyes, sniffed, took a breath of the burning smell of gunpowder inside the tank, and shouted.

He took off his earphones, then jumped out of his tank with his hands up, rolled over, and ran to the infantry who kept firing behind the sandbags.

The opponent has not yet reached the distance of archery, so it is still very safe outside at this time. There was no such thing as a hail of bullets, and in the dust blown by the rocket launcher, he easily ran to the place he wanted to reach.

At the gun position of the rocket launcher, a few infantrymen were scrambling to load the 107mm rocket launcher with ammunition, while the remaining soldiers were desperately pouring their firepower towards the phalanx of the demon army.

"We're about to be surrounded! Now retreat from here! I'll cover you! It's too late!" Leaning on the sandbag, Tony shouted loudly to the platoon leader of an infantryman who was firing.

"No! I didn't receive an order to retreat! I can't leave here without permission!" The platoon leader shook his head and replied loudly amid the intense gunfire.

Because most grass-roots commanders are trained by the knowledge magic ball, the training time is not long, so they will only follow the orders to play rigid tactics, which is not a very good thing.

It is expected that these grass-roots commanders will understand the tactics thoroughly, and at least have to fight a few decent battles. They are inexperienced and have not experienced too complicated combat.

"Damn it! I'll say it again! We're surrounded! Soon the enemy will be coming from there, and from there! We can't hold this place!" Tony put his hands to his ears, trying to keep out the gunfire around him Don't interfere with his hearing.

"The company commander is in the building over there! You can talk to him!" The platoon commander took the opportunity to change a magazine for himself, and then ignored Tony next to him, holding his weapon and starting to fire non-stop.

Tony looked at the Alan Hill soldier lying on the ground with a bow and arrow stick in his forehead, his face became ugly. He supported the broken tank cap on top of his head, bent down and stood up depressed: "I really owe you in my last life!"

He ran all the way, ran to the side of the building, and found an opportunity to turn in through the window. Then he saw the company commander who was reloading the magazine.

"Our flanks are lost! We must retreat! Get your men out of here! Retreat with my tank, at least with cover!" Tony shouted as he turned into the room.

"I'm sorry! I just received an order! My troops and I have to stand here! You can't retreat an inch!" The company commander put down the magazine and bullets in his hand, and said helplessly: "You guys go first. Yes! Thank you!"

"Damn it! You are a bunch of unreasonable lunatics!" Tony had an urge to punch the company commander's face.

"Boom!" In the next second, the shell of the magic gun fell on the top of the building. The huge destructive force suddenly destroyed the main structure of the building, and countless sheds and gravel fell down. Tony was also knocked to the floor by the huge shock.

When he was about to struggle to get up, he found that where the company commander had just stood, the nearby wall had collapsed. Tony's ears were ringing, and he was squinting in the tumbling dust, trying to make out what was around him.

"I'm still suitable for selling TVs..." Tony finally got up from the ground, only to realize that there was a charred open space behind him. His own voice sounded distant, and the distance made him a little unfamiliar.

He wiped his forehead, and there was a little blood in the center of his palm. It seemed that the burning pain on his forehead was just a scratch, and there was no large-scale bleeding.

He staggered out of the building, which had collapsed two-thirds of the way, and found that the demon's troops already had strong fighters, climbing over the parapet-height sandbag defensive position.

A demon carrying a long sword with a ferocious face picked up an Alan Hill soldier from the ground, and regardless of the opponent's struggle, he slashed the young soldier's head with a sword.

Tony swallowed a mouthful of saliva, raised his feet and ran to the position of his tank just now without saying a word, and behind him, the demon who chopped off the head of the Alan Hill soldier was beaten into a sieve by the surrounding tracer bullets.

Then the demon who crossed the line of defense was hit by a single rocket and his arm flew off. Because of the existence of a tall building on one side, the man's condescending attack was very effective, killing many demon troops trying to rush to the crossroads.

Tony, who ran with all his strength, didn't dare to turn his head, he saw the m4 tank on the corner, it was his m4 tank!

Finally, he ran to the side of the tank, and then turned over to climb on the tank. When he reached out and touched the tank, a huge black shadow enveloped the entire m4 tank.

The Demon General looked down at the mortal under his feet and the steel chariot beside the mortal, with a look of disdain written all over his face.

These mortals who made him wait at sea for so long and insisted on fighting until now, these ordinary human beings like mice, are insignificant and pitiful no matter how they look at them.

"Ant!" He gave a self-assured assessment, the fleshy wings behind him flapped slightly, the whole person dropped a little height, and then his feet stepped on the barrel of the m4 tank.

Behind the Demon General, a dragon swept across the collapsed position. The black flames drowned the building where the humans were stationed, and the screams were endless.

Then, the dragon landed on the roof of the building, which was still burning with black flames, and screamed in the sky with a deafening roar: "Roar!"

"Why struggle? Why resist the baptism of the source of magic? It's purifying the world..." With a slight push from the demon general's hand, Tony was pushed into the distance by the surging air, and he fell and rolled in embarrassment. After falling a few meters away, it stopped.

His body was immediately covered with dust and blood from his fall. His hands were covered with scratches, but he was fine.

"You guys are like viruses! They shouldn't exist... Wouldn't it be good to accept your own destiny and meet death?" The demon general put away the fleshy wings behind him and looked down at Tony, who was struggling to sit up on the road, his mouth cold. asked coldly.

"Ha..." Tony looked at his m4 tank with a forced smile on his face. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his dirty hand: "You magicians speak in the same tone?"

"I hope that after I get into that Seris, everyone I meet has courage like you!" The Demon General sneered, jumped off the tank's gun barrel, landed gracefully, and walked towards Tony: " I like to kill courageous enemies, killing such people is a very enjoyable thing..."

"I like x your mother!" Tony sat on the ground, his mouth reluctantly said: "Kill a salesman who sells TV and even talk nonsense, I will be ashamed for you."

At this moment, above their heads, at an altitude of more than 10,000 meters, above the magnificent sea-like clouds, a b-52 bomber slowly opened the bomb bay under the belly——

The other one will be a little later, you don't have to wait... I'm sorry...