Seven Hundred and Sixty Eighth Prestige Is Not There

In the valley, densely packed demon troops are slowly marching. They are still at least 100 kilometers away from the front line that touches Alan Hill. When the battle started, they had just assembled from their hiding place.

Because they are afraid of the strategic bombing of Alan Hill, the tactical bombing of Alan Hill, and the nuclear bombing of Alan Hill. Anyway, they are afraid of the air force of Alan Hill. These demon troops dare not gather in advance.

So, when the servants of the gods began to fight back, these demon troops were just beginning to gather, assemble and advance.

However, it is very difficult to assemble an army of tens of thousands of people, so the entire demon army is now in chaos.

The devil's commanders have never fought such a war. It is no problem to ask them to restrain the troops to advance at the previous speed, but if they are asked to change their routines, the effect will definitely not be very good.

Except for the 7,000 demon behemoth dragoons who set off ahead of schedule, most of the troops are still standing still, and the number of those who can set off in time is not even 100,000.

Chris still overestimated the command and dispatch ability of the demon army. He estimated that the demon had 100,000 troops that could be put into battle immediately, but the demon could barely gather 80,000 troops to come out.

There are probably less than 100,000 people who have moved forward, but they cannot rush to the battlefield within 48 hours, so they cannot play a greater role.

After all, as long as Alan Hill stabilized his position, no matter how many demon troops assembled in front of him, they would be just meat on the chopping board.

Obviously, most of the devil's commanders also know their situation. If they can't get close enough at the expected time, they may be sent to another world by nuclear weapons immediately.

Riding on his ground dragon horse, this demon officer stood by the road where his troops were advancing, constantly urging his subordinates to speed up: "Quick! Quick! Speed ​​up the march! We can't waste time here!"

He waved his hands, hoping that his troops could run wildly again, but unfortunately, his troops were now struggling in the mud, which had nothing to do with the word fast.

It rained for more than an hour the day before. Originally, this level of rain was not a big deal at all, but because too many troops passed by, the dirt-paved road surface became horrible.

The huge monsters responsible for transporting supplies could only move slowly. The demons who were leading these monsters tried hard to increase the speed of these monsters, but the effect after hard work was not obvious.

Carrying his spear,

There is also a clear difference between the listless demon infantry and the high-spirited demon elite in the early days. These demon soldiers who were originally only second-line troops did not have the invincible momentum now.

In fact, their mental outlook is also normal, because countless demon troops have been buried in the magic continent. Before, the demons believed that they would be able to win this war of aggression, but now they can't believe that they can defeat such a powerful invasion By.

The most intuitive state displayed by soldiers who have lost confidence and determination is listlessness. Now these soldiers are downcast, and they are far from their original fighting spirit.

Therefore, their commanders can only frequently wave the whips in their hands, so that these soldiers can move faster. They kept yelling, hoping that their soldiers would move on.

"Damn it! Speed ​​up the march!" The demon commander on the horse pulled the reins unnaturally, waved his arm and continued to shout loudly.

He is not used to riding such a mount, because he has been commanding troops to fight on his demon floating castle before.

After all, he is not a cavalry general, and high-level demons also have their own castles, and they prefer to rely on the castle to command the battle.

It's a pity that they no longer dare to use that kind of huge castle flying in the sky anymore, because that kind of floating castle with slow flying speed and no self-protection ability is a target in the eyes of Alan Hill.

In the past, the devil's floating castles can be said to be the perfect weapons for war. They can withstand the blows of the enemy, and they can float in the air to overlook the human fortress. They are so powerful that people are enviable.

But now, under the attack of missiles and various weapons, this weapon is fragile and slow, and it is simply vulnerable.

Alan Hill's radar can detect these things floating in the sky hundreds of kilometers away, and then calmly open fire to destroy them with long-range firepower.

"Let those four-legged monsters hurry up! Our time is precious!" Looking at the strange-looking demons in the distance, the demon officer urged impatiently.

The number of fast-moving demon dogs under him has been reduced by half, and the combat effectiveness of the remaining part has also been greatly reduced.

Now he is riding an earth dragon beast that is not too big, and it is obviously not as majestic as standing on the top of the magic floating castle.

Without the feeling of overlooking the earth, now he can only vent his grievances on his soldiers.

He urged his troops, and shouted impatiently: "Long live the origin of magic! For the great origin of magic...forward!"

Once upon a time, the devil's army didn't have to be so urged, they would advance crazily, and even the devil dogs had more fighting spirit. They will attack every village in sight, tearing enemies to pieces.

But now, the army is the same army, and the soldiers still wear the same armor. But the demon officer knew that the army in front of him was really not as powerful as before.

At his shout, his troops quickened their pace a little more, and after a few seconds the improvised speed slowed down again.

"Move forward!" Impatiently and out of necessity, he could only wave the whip in his hand again, pointing forward and shouting loudly.

And in the direction he pointed, a row of black dots appeared in the sky. Those black dots are expanding rapidly, enriching his outline bit by bit.

It was a row of A-10 attack aircraft approaching rapidly, and the slender wings were covered with rocket pods and missiles for ground attack.

The engines of these planes were roaring, and they had already dropped in altitude. This proves that they have spotted their target and are preparing for a deadly attack.

"Damn it!" He, who had already seen the enemy, came out of his mouth. What responded to his words was the flickering light from the muzzles of the A-10 attack aircraft that were already close at hand.