Seven Hundred and Thirty Ninth Bloodbath City

When Borisen saw the city of demons again, he was used to using his own weapons to attack all demons in their daily life.

In the Demon Realm, a world that is not bound by the law of war, the soldiers of Alan Hill have the right to end the life of any demon here.

Even if these demons hold the banner of surrender, even if these demons seem to have no decent ability to resist.

"Boom!" A huge explosion rose in the distance, and a cloud of black smoke rolled into the sky from behind the demon's castle.

This is a shell fired by a 155mm caliber self-propelled howitzer. The power of the explosion is very powerful, especially when the opponent has not even raised the magic defense barrier.

The demon house hit by the shells collapsed, and the surrounding houses also crumbled. The demons in the city watched the disaster befalling them helplessly, and didn't know what to do for a while.

They have lived under the rule of the origin of magic for too long, and even these demon races have no basic resistance. They are submissive and take being ruled by others as a matter of course.

Anyway, under the control of those demons controlled by the origin of magic, their fate has been miserable to a certain extent.

For them, death might not be a relief—these ragged demon civilians live in slums and don't even have basic living guarantees.

Now, another group of powerful enemies is coming, and the other party will not give any way out. For these demons, there is nothing to complain about.

In the sky, an A-10 attack aircraft with a golden eagle painted on its wings roared past, and the heavy cannon on its nose spewed out dazzling tongues of flame.

The dense ammunition sliced ​​through the street like a butter knife, leaving a row of smoking craters in the stone-paved street.

On both sides of this row of bomb craters were the corpses of demon civilians who had just fled in a panic on the street.

These corpses were fragmented, not a single one was intact, black blood spread all over the street, and there was a disgusting smell in the air.

"Boom!" Another shell from a heavy artillery fell and hit the roof of a building, blowing the entire building into pieces.

The thick wall expanded instantly under the ravages of the shock wave, and then fell back due to gravity, and everything inside also disappeared following this expansion and contraction.

The streets of the once prosperous demon city have now become a sea of ​​refugees. Without any awareness of air defense, they are being destroyed by various weapons of Alan Hill.

In the sky, there are not only A-10 attack planes coming from afar, but also AC-130 air gunships that have been circling like vultures.

These huge fire support aircraft formed a formation of three and circled the city. The gunners on the plane aimed their weapons at the target as much as possible and poured ammunition, leaving patches of white smoke in the city.

Countless bullet casings fell at the feet of these attackers, who were used to the feeling of slaughtering their opponents.

Along the way, as the main force of the attack, they have destroyed too many demonic ground targets. Including the refugees who retreated, the refugees who stayed behind, the demon soldiers who retreated, and the demon soldiers who stayed behind...

Just now, several A-10 attack planes destroyed the walls of this devil city, and the heavy bombs left huge gaps in the walls.

Alan Hill's ground armor has controlled these gaps, and has established its own firepower points on the surrounding city heads.

Hundreds of demon soldiers stationed on the city wall,

Those who surrendered were killed on the spot, and those who resisted were wiped out in sevens and eighties. The remaining ones are still lingering on some distant city walls, and there is no threat at all.

Now, Burrison is dispatching his company into the city. They hold their weapons, and no matter what target they see, they will subconsciously pull the trigger.

Wearing heavy power armor, these Ellanhill heavy grenadiers advanced step by step, firing their own ammunition at all suspicious buildings.

They would pick up a 200mm caliber rocket launcher and launch a fierce shot at those distant buildings, blowing up the target into ruins in just an instant.

The buildings that didn't know if there were people in them fell down, and the dust engulfed all the surrounding streets.

In such an environment with a very poor line of sight, the soldiers of Alan Hill easily found the target through thermal induction, and then fired suddenly, causing the gunshots to echo over the entire city.

A huge black flag of the Irish Empire Eagle was covered on the city wall, and the air force's plane passed the flag and made a movement of swinging its wings to show its respect.

Then these low-flying fighter planes dropped their bombs and landed at the end of the distant streets in the city, turning them into huge steaming craters.

The whole city is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, or like a lump of rotten meat that has been crushed by a kitchen knife.

It didn't groan or resist, it just stood there submissively, waiting for the cruel end to come.

As for the soldiers of Alan Hill, they didn't feel that they were doing something cruel. They were performing a mission to eliminate all enemies who might have invaded their country!

This is war, and this is brutal war. Whether it is the massacre when the devil is victorious, or the revenge of Alan Hill when he is victorious, in the end, it is countless lives that are filled in the grave.

Whether these lives are good or bad, there is no difference in front of bullets or long swords.

"Keep going!" Burrison gave an order to his men, and they continued to move forward with their weapons in hand, firing from time to time, knocking down the panic-fleeing demon that flashed in front of them.

They stepped forward on black blood and collapsed rubble, staggering forward step by step, as if walking on a beach made of muddy flesh.

"Clean up the nearby streets! The follow-up troops will spend the night here, we can't leave any demons that might pose a threat to them!" Burrison walked forward, reminding his men not to be soft-hearted.

As a result, his subordinates all laughed. Who can sleep peacefully in a place full of ruins and dead bodies lying in between, with dried black blood?

Follow-up troops? Those follow-up troops camped outside the city at most, and honestly set up tents for the night.

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The second is later, you can watch it tomorrow morning