Seven Hundred and Eighth Spreading Hatred

"Boom!" When the Elland Hill grenadiers lined up and passed by the road full of bomb craters in the middle of the town, a small building not far away finally collapsed under the weight.

There are black craters everywhere, and there is still gunpowder smoke everywhere. The air here is filled with a smell of burnt sulfur, making people who feel all this more sure that this is hell.

On both sides of the street were corpses that had been cleared and piled up. The black blood of the devil made these corpses hideous. The corpses of the demon civilians who were originally dressed in rags, at this moment, were piled up naked like livestock in a slaughterhouse.

Another small town has been wiped off the map, another horde of demons has vanished entirely, and humanity's triumph seems to have expanded once again.

Tanks and armored vehicles ran over a sea of ​​corpses and blood, and had to climb up the mountain of blood again to prove their strong off-road ability.

On the plain over there, the fire that burned the corpses of the demon dogs had already been ignited, and there were Alan Hill engineers wearing biochemical suits everywhere.

They should clean up the corpses as much as possible, purify the air, and eliminate possible diseases and dangers.

And Alan Hill's front-line combat troops, at this moment, once again took their own steps and started their own journey.

This time they were no longer confused, and they no longer slowed down their pace because of some cleverness of the devil. They pursued the fallen demon commoners like a tiger pursuing its own prey.

On the edge of a small forest, demon civilians who had no strength to escape gathered together. Half-grown demon children and countless demon old men crowded together, looking at the human grenadiers surrounding them. Fastest update PC::/

They are not combat troops, only a few old demons have raised magic defense barriers, and some demon children still have some daggers in their hands as weapons for self-defense.

In their frightened and desperate eyes, those human grenadiers raised their cold weapons.

Then, with a hoarse order to fire, the weapons burst into blinding light, flashing and flashing.

Immediately afterwards, dense gunshots of "chug chug!" echoed over the small woodland. Countless black crows were startled into the air, screaming strangely, overlooking everything that happened on the ground.

The old demons in the front row screamed and fell to the ground, and some old demon women behind them were also beaten into sieves. : :

Black blood splattered everywhere,

It splashed onto the face of the knee-high demon child. Before they knew what happened, they were crushed by the adult's body.

"Revenge for Captain Mordenbell!" A young Elland Hill soldier tore off the grenade hanging on his chest, pulled out the safety ring on it, and shouted loudly with a tear.

His captain fell in battle down the Franno, in a bloody encounter. He can still often dream of the kindly chief who is like his elder brother, the warrior who always charges forward and is the last one to retreat.

At that time, they did not have today's advanced armored exoskeletons, nor did they have heavy assault rifles that could penetrate the magic armor of demon officers, so at that time they were really defending their homeland with their lives.

"Think about those women and children who died in Shakeburn! You bastards! If I don't kill you, how can I be worthy of those who were eaten by you?" Another young man was still shooting non-stop when the grenade exploded. Stop shouting.

One after another, the demons fell in a pool of blood, and one after another, the children of the demons died in the arms of the demons.

There is no heaven here, there is only hell here, only hell full of hatred, with no end and no hope.

The tracks of a Type 99 main battle tank ran over countless corpses, and its wide metal chain had been painted black with flesh and blood. But it still kept rolling its tracks forward, carrying minced meat, fingers, and black, disgusting mud.

In the sky, the snow-white A10 attack aircraft was covered with bombs and flew at low altitude. It flew over the road crowded with demon crowds, and dropped a bomb on top of a group of targets who had no air defense awareness.

A message was written on the bomb, which read in crooked fonts: To those fools who attacked our soldiers on the Maron River defense line!

The bombs slammed into the ground with a long whistling sound, and suddenly dispersed before hitting the ground. More than a dozen bombs broke away from the bombs and fell into the crowd like raindrops.

Then, in just an instant, the flames of the explosion devoured all life here. A series of explosions dismembered all the demons on the road. After the bloody storm, only a piece of bloody corpse was left on the ground.

Alan Hill's attack aircraft is like a pesticide spraying agricultural aircraft hovering over the farm, spraying insecticides to wipe out thousands of pests.

Of course, these are just the beginning. No matter how intense the air force's bombing is, it can only kill some demons.

The work of truly eradicating demons in an all-round way must be handed over to the army to complete. These Alan Hill soldiers who are fully armed with mechanization are the main force in this battle of revenge.

They took various vehicles to catch up with the group of demon civilians retreating to the east, and then easily killed these demons, leaving no one behind.

In three days, Alan Hill used various weapons to eliminate about 3 million different kinds of demons, and destroyed all the demon villages and cities found.

Hundreds of thousands of Alan Hill troops removed all the demons in the area they occupied like mowing grass. They drove these demonic refugees eastward, driving each other beyond the maximum range they could control.

About seven or eight demonic officers were ordered to lead their civilians to surrender, and they were wiped out almost without exception. After realizing in conscience that he gave the demons ten minutes to retreat, he chased the retreating demons for three days.

In fact, basically none of the demons in the town escaped at that time, and the ones that Burison chased and killed in the past few days were actually demon civilians fleeing farther away.

The captain-commander, who thought he was still very human, used his actual actions to explain what hypocrisy is.

His troops have been advancing eastward for more than 130 kilometers, and stopped their advance at a place 1,100 kilometers away from the new port of Stoffel on the West Bank.

Along the way, he and his troops captured a demonic city, and personally destroyed all the demonic villages and towns passing by.

Among the ruins all over the ground, Parison sat on a piece of rubble of the city wall to rest. Not far from him, there are still dozens of demon corpses lying. The blood of these corpses is still flowing.

A few minutes ago, Burrison personally shot and killed these demons with their hands raised high. He was numbly smoking a cigarette, enjoying the moment of tranquility after the killing.