Five Hundred and Sixty-One Hopeful Enemies

Sometimes opportunities are given by others, and sometimes they are won by themselves. The demon general who is in charge of commanding this demon army also wants to win his own chance. He is going to use a catastrophe to completely destroy the human defense line.

This catastrophe is to drop the floating city of Makashiro under the feet to the human position.

Bury Ferry City in one go, plus those damn, annoying dams around it.

Of course, it is impossible for him to know that humans have built a dam on the beach. He still feels that his army can rush to the shore and slaughter humans without hindrance.

In fact, in front of the human dyke, the Elland Hill grenadiers who were ready to fight seemed very boring at this moment.

In addition to being able to see the missiles in the sky, these soldiers yawned and looked at the horizon. They waited and waited, but they didn't wait for those damn demon fleets that should have landed at this time.

Where are those demon fleets? They are still desperately moving closer to the coastline to avoid the flank pursuit of the Alan Hill North Sea Fleet.

"Are they coming or not?" A young soldier rubbed his eyes, holding the AK-47 assault rifle in his arms, and asked vaguely.

Beside him, the veteran leaning against the reinforced concrete trench wall was also very boring, reading a letter from his hometown under the bright light.

Hearing the question from his little follower, the veteran closed the letter and said impatiently: "It's not good if you are not allowed to fight? If you really experienced the last battle in Ferry City, you don't want those demons to go ashore. gone."

"To be honest, I haven't seen those demons yet!" The young soldier complained with some regret: "Are they really blue-faced and fangs, and they look about the same as devils?"

"It's about the same size as a devil? That's what high-level demons only have! Low-level demons are even like dogs, only bigger." Veterans have obviously seen demons, but in fact, very few veterans have not fully seen demons up.

Most of the veterans of the 15th Army Group had previously participated in the battle against the demons of the 9th Army Group, and then a large number of veterans of the various army groups that went south also retired.

Now these veterans have been recruited back to serve as the backbone of each group army-the 15th group army has expanded to 70,000 people, most of whom are veterans who have participated in the battle against demons.

"Fear not! Now our weapons,

It is much more advanced than it was back then. Seeing that the young soldier didn't speak, the veteran thought that the young soldier was afraid, so he comforted him.

"I'm not afraid... I'm envious of you..." The young soldier looked at the commemorative badge on the veteran's chest, and said depressedly: "Now that the devil hasn't even hit the beach, I want to get a badge like yours , but it is difficult."

"Don't be discouraged!" The veteran still comforted: "You are still young, and you still have many opportunities to fight demons!"

While they were talking, the densely packed Airanhill fighter jets in the sky began to counterattack—at least 100 third-generation fighter jets of various types rushed towards the floating city where the demons were located. Suddenly, the engines were noisy and smoke and dust were everywhere.

Behind them, the electromagnetic artillery troops are reloading in an orderly manner, as if they were shooting in line in the Napoleon era. What they are bullying is a defenseless enemy. They only need to reload the bullets and then fire to destroy them!

Finally, under the eyes of everyone, a warship of the Demon Navy finally approached the coastline. It staggered forward, with thick smoke billowing from it.

Like a toddler, it staggered close to the shoreline, and in this difficult process, it leaned a little to the right.

"It's not good... the devil's battleship is about to sink!" An Alan Hill soldier who was anxious to make a contribution said worriedly.

Now he doesn't know what he's talking about, and he doesn't know what's going on in his mind—he shouldn't be worried about the devil's battleship at this time, but he's still very worried that the other party won't be able to get close to his guard coastline.

In fact, there are many soldiers in the same mood as him: they really want to see the appearance of the demon landing force, but they also hope that the sacred coastline of their motherland will not be invaded by demons.

"Damn it!" A soldier clenched his fist and slammed it on the concrete fortification in front of him, making a dull bang.

Because he saw the devil's battleship appearing on the sea level, it had traveled a certain distance, and before it was completely close to the coastline, it capsized on the distant sea because of too much water.

It only exposed a huge bottom of the ship, and the rest has been buckled in the sea, and it is about to sink.

After waiting for a long time, the demon warship still failed to complete its mission, and still failed to send the demon troops to the front of Alan Hill's defense line.

And the soldiers of Alan Hill, who were waiting in the trenches, watched the sinking of the demon warship, feeling extremely anxious. They desperately hope that after preparing for so long, they can fight bravely once in this battle against demons.

But the reality is cruel. After preparing for so long, they could only stay in the cold trenches, listening to the dull explosion in the distance, and couldn't even see the enemy for a long time.

"Another ship is coming!" A soldier in the distance pointed to the sea level in the distance, excited again, and shouted expectantly.

His words attracted the attention of a group of grenadiers. They looked at the warship in the distance that was worse than the one just now, without any disappointment in their eyes.

As if they were looking forward to the appearance of a star, they were still looking forward with hope, looking forward to those demonic troops who could continue to improve themselves, cheer up, and rush up to fight them like a man!

"Don't let us look down on you!" A childish voice shouted to the sea. It was a soldier who had just turned 19 years old this year. He shouted with all his strength, making everyone laugh.

"Hahaha! Well said!" Some veterans hugged their weapons and laughed along with the new recruit.

Ever since, the entire battlefield was filled with joyful atmosphere—the tense atmosphere that had already erupted in the great war disappeared without a trace.

Unlike the desperation of the demon fleet on the side, the battle situation on the human side is very good.

The opponent's battleship was being hunted down by the North Sea Fleet, and two cruiser fleets were rushing towards them in the distance.

As for the sky, the sky fleet commanded by Wagron is about to enter the battle zone, and the demon troops surrounded by front and rear pincers are now really called no way into the sky and no way out.

Finally, a demon warship arrived near the coastline after going through a lot of hardships. On the broken ship full of holes, demons jumped into the sea one after another.

Waving the weapons in their hands, they struggled forward in the waist-deep sea water, shouting the slogan of long live the origin of magic, and rushed to the human beachhead step by step.

Seeing these distressed soldiers, holding heavy iron swords in their hands and wearing heavy armor, in the heavy machine gun bunker of Alan Hill, the shooter looked at the commander beside him in disbelief: "This is a demon, Or a beggar for food?"

The commander had to correct the problem of his subordinates: "Pay attention to your words! Soldier! The beggars in our country are much better dressed than these demons!"

Walking slowly in the sea, these demons were attacked by some impatient Alan Hill troops before they landed.

Row after row of 12.7mm heavy machine gun bullets were fired into the sea, causing small jets of water to surge up on the tumbling sea.

And in the center of these water columns, a demon fell down clutching his stomach and chest. Black blood flowed from these fallen demons, dyeing the nearby sea a terrifying black.

One after another, before they could gain a firm foothold in the sea, they were smashed into a sieve by the dense bullets, and fell into the black sea, dragged by the heavy armor and submerged into the water, leaving only some air bubbles in the lapping of the waves. roll over.

The demon troop who had luckily walked onto the beach, holding a large shield, had not had time to form a dense phalanx before they were also enveloped in the fire net by heavy machine guns.

When these demon troops managed to break through the magic defense barrier and resisted the light fire attacks, they found that there were not a few comrades around them who could stand still.

Once upon a time, violent and vicious demons were hunted and slaughtered? These demons couldn't bear this kind of battle where they couldn't even touch their opponents. After roaring twice, they began to attack the human positions.

However, they still underestimated the tactical arrangements of humans. After they strode their legs towards the human position in the distance and walked tens of meters away, they stepped on a pre-laid mine.

It was a minefield with many landmines—the demons detonated the mines within a few steps of the minefield—in just a moment, dozens of demon soldiers screamed and fell down, lying on the ground. Moaning in the minefield, unable to move even a step.

Before the remaining demons had time to pull these seriously injured companions out of the dangerous area, the bullets flying towards them made them give up the great idea of ​​saving their companions.

The retreating demons left these hapless companions in the minefield, leaving them to fend for themselves, without even looking at the fallen demons.

However, their relentless departure did not give them a chance to escape this beach of death. What awaited them was more intensive strafing, as well as shells fired by mortars.

The demons that had managed to get ashore with great difficulty still hadn't even touched the outskirts of Alan Hill's beachhead, and the whole army was wiped out just like that.