Seven Hundred and Ninety-Fourth Chaotic Front

On the front line of the demon attack force, in a woods, in a temporary headquarters, several demon generals were listening to various loss reports from their subordinates.

Their troops have not been able to attack smoothly since the beginning, and now that the battle has reached this point, everyone knows that the future is gloomy.

The human army didn't seem to be in large-scale chaos, or in other words, compared to the human army, their devil's own army was in chaos.

The follow-up large-scale troops have been wiped out by the terrible bombs called nuclear weapons, and the troops that broke into the front of the human army were scattered because of their haste, and they didn't even have basic combat capabilities.

Just as these demonic commanders were reorganizing their troops, the human counterattack had already begun.

A demonic officer walked in with a frown, and handed a scroll made of monster leather to his commander: "My lord, the news just arrived, those damned human tanks appeared on our flanks... "

"Flanking?" As the general commander of this war, an old demon general held the long sword at his waist and took the scroll with one hand: "General Lanke's two ten thousand ground dragon beast cavalry , isn't it on our flank?"

"We have not been able to contact General Lanke and his ground dragon beast troops. My most capable subordinate has gone to them. He has seen part of the battlefield. The beast army has been wiped out." The officer who delivered the letter replied.

The cavalry that was in charge of the flanks was their strongest and most effective unit, but now this unit has lost contact, and the remaining infantry has no response mechanism.

A demon general pressed his hand on the simple line-drawn map, frowning: "Things are getting tricky... Our ground dragon beast cavalry has all dispersed, and now... we have no way out."

"From the beginning of the attack, we have no way out." The demon's old general walked back to the front of the map, overlooking the entire battlefield, with a desperate expression on his face.

This battle is completely drawn up according to the result that must be won. Only when the demon wins, can he advance all the way to the coastline, drive the human race to extinction, and regain all the lost land.

Once there is a problem in one link and the battle turns to an unfavorable situation, then everything is over: the option of retreat, in front of human weapons, is no different from death.

So, now they can only continue to attack, because there is still a chance of attacking, but there is not even a chance of retreating.

"How many troops can we gather?" After a while, the demon general raised his head, looked at his subordinates, and asked in a gloomy voice.

One of his subordinates hurriedly replied: "There are about a few thousand troops who will come later. Counting the troops we have, we can barely make up about 50,000..."

Don't look at many of these troops, but 50,000 troops are scattered in quite a few areas in order to avoid bombing. Most of the troops are only 1,800 people, and some are even only a few hundred people.

Even so, these troops do not exist in a highly concentrated phalanx, but are deployed scattered like human troops.

"Too few, what about the soldiers in the rear? Isn't there still more than 10,000?" The old general knew that if he attacked with such a small force, there would be no good results, so he continued to ask.

"Not long ago, our rear team was attacked by human bombers... They dropped a lot of bombs, and the losses have not yet been calculated..." His subordinates reported helplessly.

Now, the main reason this demon force wasn't bombarded by the human forces was because Alan Hill's air force didn't take the time to target them.

At this moment, the air force was already too busy to bomb the other demonic troops that were gathering outside, and to bomb the hill inside where the white-robed man was suspected.

This is also the main reason why this demon army can exist for so long. Now that they have attracted the attention of the Airan Hill Air Force, it will not be so easy to survive.

"Go a little further, and we can take back Serrat... This is our only chance." The old general stared at the map, and finally said: "Let the troops advance to Serrat! No matter what price you pay, take back the There!"

...

"The target of this demon troop attack is City 48... They are about 30 kilometers away from there." The officer in charge of intelligence stood in front of the map with his hands behind his back and said to Heidi Canon.

"Our reconnaissance troops and their forward troops have already encountered each other, and the two sides started a fierce battle. Because of the supply, our reconnaissance troops took the initiative to retreat here." A staff officer pointed to the location on the map and briefly introduced it. battle situation.

"The demons on the front are nothing to be afraid of. What I am worried about is the God Servant troops in the rear. If they attack the oil depot and the ammunition depot, it will affect our subsequent defense." Heidi Canon said.

"The news from the magic teacher said that they have taken control of the situation. All the strategic material transfer stations have been protected by their personnel, and there will be no more losses." An officer explained.

"Anyway, we don't have anything to worry about. It's the demons who are anxious. Keep the troops on standby..." Heidi Kanon ordered.

"Report!" An officer walked into the headquarters and sent a piece of information to Heidi Canon: "The news just sent."

"What are you doing?" Looking down at the news, Heidi Canon's face changed: "Is the imperial concubine coming to the front line?"

"Yes, a message from the headquarters of the First Elf Army..." The officer who delivered the information replied standing at attention.

"Have you ensured the personal safety of Her Royal Highness?" Heidi Cannon is most concerned about this issue.

The officer also brought tangible good news: "General Farley has taken the princess back to the headquarters of the 1st Elven Army."

"That's good..." Heidi Cannon took a deep breath, then recovered his composure, and continued to arrange: "When the demon troops directly in front enter our main defense line, don't retreat..."

After finishing speaking, he pressed his hand heavily on the map, marking the area with many fortifications, which is the outer line of defense directly in front of No. 48 city, the edge of the occupied area of ​​Alan Hill.