Seven Hundred and Forty-Five People in White Robes

"It's really a clean day." The heavy armored grenadiers who had just established their forward defensive positions leaned in the trenches they built, admiring the clean sky in front of them.

Today's weather is really good, there is not even a single white cloud in the sky, and the sun in the devil world emits warm rays of light in the sky, giving this slightly cool season a hint of warmth.

It can be said that this is a good weather for an outing, and of course it is also a good weather for doing many things.

For example, such weather is very suitable for bombing. Without cloud cover, the bombing effect of bombers will be very good.

Also, this kind of weather is also very suitable for attacking, and the deployment of large forces-it is a pity that most of the expeditionary forces of the Alan Hill Empire stopped attacking today, on the grounds that they have reached the farthest point of the attack plan. The place.

"The army's weather forecasting unit also said that there will be a cold snap today... What are you kidding, it doesn't mean it's raining at all." A soldier sat in the trench with his assault rifle in his arms, enjoying the rare cleanliness.

The vicinity has been cleaned up, and there is no such unpleasant smell of corpses in the air. In addition, the succubus corpses they saw just now are floating in their minds. It is really a good time to eat.

Along the way, none of them had any decent meals. They don't have time to eat, they don't have time to make food, and they are not in the mood to eat their own food on a pile of corpses.

So, these soldiers are now making a really big lunch out of their own portable self-heating food.

This packaged thing can be heated up by itself as long as you pour some water. Although the taste is not very good, it is nutritionally balanced and has sufficient calories.

With such food, even in places where there is no way to light a fire, you can have hot meals.

It's just that these meals are not so delicious-their taste, described by the complaints of the ground troops, is: "It's so bad that it seems to be chewing an old man's heel."

"Those meteorological troops? You can just listen to them casually. Their forecasts are accurate twice out of ten times." The experienced squad leader sitting next to the soldiers explained with a smile.

This kind of local weather forecast is actually very random. It is normal to be inaccurate, and it is a miracle to be accurate.

However, this situation is also improving, and Alan Hill's technical troops are gradually improving. Their work is complicated and boring, so they need a lot of experience to improve.

"Boom!" A gunshot echoed in the open area, causing all the heavy armor grenadiers who were preparing lunch to frown.

Hearing the gunshots, he knew that it was a precision shooter under the direct control of the company, and he was using his sniper rifle to hit a distant target.

This kind of abrupt gunshots is no surprise to everyone. After all, the precision shooters in the army are responsible for the security of the troops. They will often lie in ambush near the guard posts and shoot to kill some wandering demons.

Those demons are actually fish that slipped through the net, brave enough to come out to find food or see if humans have left. It was impossible for them to notice the human snipers hundreds of meters away, so they died without knowing what had smashed their heads.

"Boom!" Just as everyone continued to heat up the food in their hands, another sudden gunshot echoed in the sky.

"What's going on?" Before Burison had time to put down the self-heating field food suit in his hand, he heard the anxious voice of the guard soldier in the headset: "Captain! Captain Burison! Our position is right in front! There's a demon... damn it, I can't kill it!"

Hearing the shouts of his subordinates, Burrison quickly dropped the things in his hands,

He grabbed the assault rifle beside him, poked out of the trench bunker, and looked towards the open space on the other side of the forest.

There, a figure in a white magic robe was walking in the direction of Burrison step by step.

"Keep firing! Don't panic!" Pressing the communicator, Burison ordered his subordinates loudly: "Communication soldiers! Contact the armored vehicle troops behind...let them fire!"

"Boom!" Another gunshot echoed in the wilderness, and when the bullet was about to hit the man in white robe, it hit a thick magical defensive barrier, and was bounced far away.

It was a large-caliber sniper rifle with a bullet caliber of 15 mm, and its destructive power was considerable. It can even penetrate the magic defense barriers used by ordinary magicians. Even if it can't penetrate it, it won't be bounced off so easily!

"Advanced magician!" Burrison immediately realized that the opponent's combat power might be higher, it might be a high-level leader among the demons, or it might be a stronger existence.

"Everyone is ready to fight! The devil strikes back!" Burrison pulled the bolt with a bang, pointed the heavy assault rifle in his hand at the white-robed man who was walking step by step in the distance, and put the opponent on himself within the front sight.

Those Alan Hill soldiers who had just squatted in the trenches also dropped their food and entered the fighting state.

One after another, large-caliber assault rifles were pointed at the white-robed man walking abruptly in the wilderness, and then they heard the machine-cannon shells flying out from the woods behind them, dragging a row of green rays of light, and falling on the ground. Near the man in white robe in the distance.

Some shells hit the magic defense barrier, splashing a ripple, and some shells landed on the left and right of the white-robed man, stirring up patches of white smoke.

It's a pity that these shells still failed to stop the man in white robe from advancing, and behind this man in white robe walked out another guy in white robe.

"Damn it! That guy is not alone! Where's the Air Force's investigation report! Why didn't they find these demons?" Burrison looked at the two men in white robes, and when a third person appeared, he He gritted his teeth and cursed on the radio.

At a distance of about 500 meters, these men in white robes drew their long swords from their white robes, then suddenly accelerated and charged towards the human position.

And the human position didn't hesitate at all, and immediately started shooting frantically. Countless tracer bullets rushed towards the men in white robes, but the speed of the other party was very fast, avoiding most of the incoming ammunition.

They quickly narrowed the distance between the two sides to about 200 meters, and then the speed of the attack was delayed by the more dense firepower of the Alan Hill heavy armored grenadiers.

However, these heavy armored grenadiers of Alan Hill soon discovered that there were more than 50 white-robed men with fast actions and profound magic!