Six Hundred and Five Hiding
In the dense forest, under a lush tree, a soldier in armor covered the hole in his chest with his hands, breathing heavily.
He sucked in the air around him greedily, as if he would stop breathing at any moment. His face was pale, and black blood was flowing out from the wound on his chest.
"Tug-tud!" Not far in front of him, a human soldier holding an AK-47 was aiming at the distance and pulling the trigger, and a string of copper shell casings jingled and scattered on the ground.
About 20 meters away from the direction the human soldier was aiming at, a demon soldier charging forward holding a long sword seemed to have his soul sucked out, and his body trembled unwillingly and fell down.
With a clang, the long sword in the demon soldier's hand fell to the ground, and then the demon soldier's body covered the long sword.
The demon soldier leaning against the tree and covering the hole in his chest with his hand was still panting heavily, he knew that his time to breathe like this was running out.
The hand holding the long sword was no longer able to lift it up. He had lost count of how many innocent humans he had killed with this hand before.
He never felt that he was wrong, and even took pride in being able to kill aliens. But now, he could no longer do such a sinful thing.
A small tree in the distance cracked and cracked, and the human's heavy steel giant track rolled, knocked down the trunk, and was rolling over calmly.
On the tank called T-72, the slender barrel pointed into the distance, no matter how you looked at it, it was full of power, which made the demon soldiers struggling on the tree despair.
From the moment the battle broke out, it became a one-sided massacre. They were ordered to lurk here, with a total of 200 elite demon fighters.
But the battle lasted only a few minutes, and there were not many demon fighters in this dense forest who could resist.
Human assault rifles are so terrifying, the dense firepower can make people unable to lift their heads.
The charge that was finally organized, under the fire of the large-caliber anti-aircraft machine guns of humans, turned into a grand event where the demons took the initiative to send them to death.
The demon leaning on the tree trunk fell down on the charging road in this way. His chest was hit by a large-caliber bullet, a large hole was punched in the armor, and his flesh and blood were also pierced.
"Tug-chug!" A human soldier stopped not far in front of him, holding a weapon and shooting in another direction.
The muzzle of the gun was steaming, and the tracer bullets left a nearly straight line in the air, which looked very nice.
The demon soldier subconsciously wanted to grab the long sword beside him, but found that he didn't even have the strength to stretch out his arms.
He could only pant heavily, letting the blood flow from his chest, from his mouth...
Even, he couldn't even yell, because when he opened his mouth, blood would fill his throat.
"Look! There's one here!" A slightly immature voice came, and then a young Elland Hill soldier walked up to the demon soldier leaning on the tree trunk with his AK-47 assault rifle.
The young Elland Hill grenadier is wearing a camouflage uniform, a new composite steel helmet on his head, and noise-canceling headphones on his ears.
There is a dagger stuck on the side of the high-waisted boots, and there are exquisite knee pads on it. This outfit is not cheap, but Alan Hill has already equipped a large number of front-line troops.
The young soldier with a lot of high-tech equipment on his body tilted his head slightly, looking at the wounded demon through the holographic scope on the AK-47.
Then, he didn't ask any questions, didn't even bother to speak, and pulled the trigger on the wounded demon.
"Boom!" After a gunshot, the devil, who was panting just now, dropped his head to one side, and his rapid breathing stopped.
There must be a cause and an effect. When this demon brutally raised his butcher knife while slaughtering civilians, he never thought that there would be someone who would point the gun at the wounded self without hesitation.
When the demon army did not spare the human civilians and killed the old, weak, sick and disabled, they never expected that this blood debt would be repaid so quickly.
"Tu-Tu-Tu-Tu-Tu-Tu-Tu!" Farther away, dense gunfire erupted one after another, and then suddenly stopped in an instant.
There were still some noises echoing in the forest, but the intense gunfire and the explosion of grenades had gradually subsided.
Everything returned to silence.
...
In the dark basement, a thin man was leaning on a somewhat tattered chair, reeking of alcohol, gazing at the distant sky with the sunlight coming in through a small ventilation hole.
He had been a prince, a demon prince. In the long past, in the Demon Realm, he and his brothers were terrifying existences admired by all.
At that time, he possessed supreme power. He commanded an army of millions, trampling any world discovered by the Demon Realm.
But now, sitting in a dark basement like this, even going out to look at the sun above his head, he became frightened.
A skinny old man walked into the basement with his hands behind his back, knelt down in front of Prince Saruks on one knee, and talked about the situation outside to the prince who once made mankind panic: "The search team just passed by. Killed some demon dogs entrenched nearby, and did not suspect me here."
This old man is the master of this castle, and he is also a fallen person who believes in and serves the devil. He prayed to the demon for longevity, and the demon prince Saruks really instilled magic into his body, giving him more life span.
The old man who could only lie on the bed, and every breath became extremely precious, miraculously came alive. He even looks for new women every night, which makes him more devoutly believe in the power of demons.
So, with his help, the demon prince Saruks hid in the basement of the castle, becoming a fugitive who dared not show his face.
Alan Hill is looking for this terrifying and murderous monster, and is resolutely suppressing and retaliating against the demon army led by this monster.
The demon floating city was sunk by Alan Hill, and most of the remaining demon troops were divided and surrounded. These troops who have lost their unified command are about to be wiped out by Alan Hill's southeast front army.
Prince Sarroux, who was gone, and some elite demons began to hide in Tibet, tempting humans to hide their names.
Of course, they didn't kill all the humans in the demon-occupied area, they still left some, those dregs who devoutly believed in demons! Now this part of scum has become the best disguise to cover them.
When Alan Hill's troops went south through these places, these great lords who took refuge in the demons, and those criminals who survived by killing civilians, all changed and became unidentifiable victims.
They accused the devil of cruelty, claiming that they were good people who had escaped death by hiding. Without evidence, Alan Hill's army has no way to identify who these people are good and who are villains.
After all, the war is not over yet, and there are still some demons entrenched in the mountains, scattered in various places. Alan Hill's army also hopes to sort out the rear as soon as possible and wipe out all the remaining demons.
Anyway, for Alan Hill, after the demon's main force is wiped out, what will happen if there is nothing left? The rest of the crimes of the criminals should be solved slowly.
"Your personal guards disguised themselves as my city guards... The original city guards have all been killed..." The old man talked about the massacre of his subordinates, and he didn't even have a trace of remorse. No.
As if talking about something insignificant, he continued after he finished speaking: "However, Your Highness... waiting like this is not an option."
Of course Sarukes knew that the sneaky life in front of him was not an option, but he didn't have a better option, did he?
A group of black shadows appeared in the corner of the room, waved to the old man, and commanded in a vicious voice: "Get back! My lord is tired, you just need to do the things that are entrusted to you, don't ask so much... ..."
"Yes!" The old man changed his previous brutality and viciousness, lowered his head and replied respectfully, then bowed and exited the dim room.
After the heavy gate was closed, the group of black shadows began to report: "My lord, the 200 elites hidden in the nearby mountains... have been wiped out!"
Seeing that Sa Lukes was silent, the black shadow continued: "There are only more than 100 elites from the east who can take care of us after the accident..."
"There's no need... soon, that place will be cleared too." Saroux smiled wryly, and then drank the low-quality wine in the glass: "Soon, these humans will repeatedly check the people they occupy places, and our hiding space will become smaller and smaller.”
He was right, because Alan Hill's troops were already doing just that. Countless special forces are sorting out the occupied area with the cooperation of satellites and reconnaissance planes. Almost all of those small demon troops were discovered and wiped out.
This is also to blame for the demon army killing too many normal local civilians for their own safety, but when they needed to hide, they found themselves as fleas on the bald man's head.
There is no logistics, no food, and the devil troops who have to show up to loot frequently, and even often attack nearby villages, how can they hide for a long time?
Therefore, within a few weeks, most of the scattered demon troops who had long since lost any hope were wiped out.
Like the civilians they were slaughtered, when they died, they had almost no power to fight back. Because those high-ranking demons who were in charge of commanding them had already left them——
the second morning
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