Five Hundred and Fifty One Arrived

On the other side of the world, stepping on the damaged sword, looking at the deformed armor fragments, looking at the dried blood on the ground, Safiral pressed the long sword at his waist, and nothing could be seen on his face expression.

He hadn't spoken for a long time. Ever since Lonzadry died on the front line of Grekon, he had rarely spoken, and it has been the case until now.

The Battle of the Pass is still going on, but the situation has turned in Grecon's favor. A Special Operations Force from Ireland Hill arrived just in time to help stabilize the situation for the Grecon defenders there.

It's a pity that before that, an old magician in Greckon had already died in battle, and a memorial meeting for the old magician was being held on the side of the camp.

The memorial service on the battlefield couldn’t be more rudimentary, but it still made Safiral feel heavy and uncomfortable.

Right where he was standing, right behind him, an M4 tank from Ireland Hill rumbled by, its rolling tracks covered with mud, and the golden eagle emblem made Safiral think How awkward.

Yes, he didn't like Alan Hill. He always felt that mortals were just mortals, and only great magicians were worthy of participating in the holy war against demons.

To his embarrassment, great magicians cannot win the holy war against demons, and now they need to rely on the strength of mortals to stabilize their defenses.

The time and opportunity that Ronza de Lafayant bought with his own life could not be used by Grecon—Safiral stood there, listening to the engines of the reinforcements from Alan Hill behind him. The sound, but what I saw in my eyes was the devastation of the entire Grekon.

The Wallan pass is full of ruins, the collapsed city walls and countless corpses piled up here. The troops who finally got their breath, and the soldiers supporting each other, told Safiral the tragedy of the battle.

Not far away, the huge war machines that were too late to move when the demons retreated were paralyzed on the battlefield. These giant tanks made with reference to Alan Hill's tanks were full of barbs, like an enlarged A7V tank.

It's just that there is no artillery on this huge chariot, not even a magic cannon, only a giant trebuchet.

What is an eyesore is that there are some long guns inserted in front of the paralyzed war machine, and now there are still some corpses of Grekken giant horse cavalry that have been dead for a long time on top of those long guns.

"General...we..." A magician came over, looking at the armored troops of Alan Hill that shouldn't be here,

He frowned and said to Safiral: "We should defend our country, what is it to let these mortals come here?"

"Shut up!" Safiral interrupted the other party's words coldly, his tone was full of disgust and sadness: "Who dares to waste the opportunity I won with my own hands? killed him!"

The senior magician who wanted to say a few more words heard this, looked at Safiral's extremely ugly face, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but still didn't say anything.

The backbone of this country has left forever a few hours ago. Everyone has their own ideas, and everyone will have different endings because of these ideas.

Another armored vehicle rumbled past behind Safiral, and the Alan Hill armored soldiers sitting on it looked down at the ancient troops wearing armor, their eyes full of puzzlement and disdain.

Of course he doesn't know why these troops are still insisting on such backward equipment, and he certainly doesn't know what these people in front of them have experienced in the past few hours.

These soldiers who used cold weapons used their bodies, swords in their hands, and armor they wore to fight bravely and tenaciously against enemies ten times stronger than them, and persisted until the arrival of reinforcements.

The commander and gunner sitting on the tank were all frowning and looking at the corpses of the human beings who were hung on the spears as they passed by the demonic giant war machines.

"Why do these demons do this?" The gunner, leaning on the hatch of the tank, felt so disgusted that he was about to spit out the lunch he had just eaten.

The dried red blood on those spears was shocking in the sun, and those bodies that had lost their lives just hung there like this, making it unbearable to look directly at them.

"How do I know." The driver covered his mouth with his hand and replied in a low voice, "I think the devils hate us, they must hate us very much...they want us to die."

"You're right, they hate us." The gunner nodded, agreeing with the commander's words: "Besides, we hate them too."

"Yes, we hate them too." The commander looked at the corpses of the Grecon soldiers who hadn't been sorted out, and repeated the commander's words: "I wish I could kill all these damned demons with my own hands!"

Not far from here, dozens of Elland Hill grenadiers were holding their AK-47 assault rifles, surrounding a dying demon soldier.

The opponent waved the long sword in his hand and roared loudly at the Elland Hill soldiers wearing tactical vests and new helmets.

A devil with a mouth full of fangs and sharp teeth, the black blood on his body made him look a bit embarrassed. This is a wounded demon, he roared loudly, struggling to death under the hail of bullets.

The Alan Hill soldiers around had no intention of capturing the captives at all. They held their weapons and fired non-stop, allowing the dense bullets to restrict the movement of the demon soldier.

They didn't dare to get close, they were just using various weapons to consume each other's life. The demon soldier was covered in wounds from bullets, and black blood flowed out of those wounds along with his movements.

"Tut, chug!" All of a sudden, one of the leader Ellan Hill veterans seized the air attack, and hit the demon with a row of bullets on the neck and face. The vital part was hit suddenly, and the dying demon finally let out a scream, and lay face up on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, those Ellanhill soldiers who were still controlling the distance and refused to approach easily finally swarmed up, stepped on the fallen demon, and filled up many guns.

At the beginning, the fallen demon was still trying to stand up, but then he lost his voice and just lay there, trembling slightly from the bullets.

Farther away, some demon dogs in twos and threes are being hunted down by Alan Hill's gunships. Engines are roaring in the sky, and the sound of Vulcan cannons is one after another. The demon troops have completely lost the momentum they had when they attacked the Wolan pass. , was hunted down by Airan Hill's Army Aviation Unit.

However, farther away, the devil's army has not completely retreated, they are still gathering, preparing to launch a larger-scale attack.

In terms of numbers, the demon army still has an absolute advantage, and it is only a part of the demon army that was repelled. The remaining demons will continue to attack until they capture the Volan Pass.

The main reason why they didn't attack right now was that the 9th Army Group of Alan Hill was launching a counterattack on the northern front, and the flank of the entire demon offensive force was threatened.

The devil has no intention of retreating, and of course humans will not give up an inch of ground. As more and more of Alan Hill's combat troops arrived, the demon army found that the opponents before them became more and more difficult to mess with.

Yes, it's getting worse and worse—just a few minutes ago, Alan Hill's ultra-long-range rockets attacked the demon's follow-up troops with a large number of cluster bombs.

In just a few seconds, under the attack of the cluster bombs, the three assembled demonic ten thousand people turned into a few square kilometers of minced meat.

When the devil retreated a little bit, some strange rockets landed between the two armies.

Then the demon army started to fight back, only to find that those strange, unexploded rockets were actually carrying various mines.

Alan Hill's engineers used rockets to quickly lay mines, and in a short period of about ten minutes, deployed more than 4,000 mines to parts of the area between the two armies.

These landmines quickly blocked the contact between the two sides, which is why there are demon troops attacking in the distance, but the demon troops nearby seem to have been wiped out.

Taking advantage of the precious time gained by the engineers and the air force, the ground troops of Alan Hill have begun to deploy new defensive positions at the Wallan Pass.

Behind these positions, excavators briskly dug the hidden pits needed by the tanks, and ordinary soldiers wielding shovels were also working hard. They were preparing to repair their fortifications before the next attack of the demons.

Because they were built temporarily, these fortifications were basically not covered by roofs, and of course there was no absolute security.

As long as the construction is completed before the next demon attack comes, and the infantry has their own bunkers, the project will be considered complete.

"The devil has launched an attack! Can you hear the sound of those mines exploding? We are the closest line of defense to the devil! Enter the battle state immediately! Hurry up!" A voice sounded from a distant position, reminding his subordinates.

Hearing his orders, the soldiers worked faster. They built the filled sandbags one by one in front of the trench, forming a long parapet with a unique shape.

And behind this parapet, hundreds of Ellandhill soldiers are arranging their weapons. They are preparing for the next battle. Next, they will block the attack of the demons and wipe out those demons before the attack. on the road.

Behind these soldiers, one M4 tank after another stopped behind the reverse slope, and a little behind, there were Grecon soldiers who lowered their heads and were packing up the corpses. Behind these soldiers, they had long been beyond recognition and could not be recognized Walls of the Wallan Pass.

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It will be updated later today, everyone, there is another update.

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