Seven Hundred and Ninety-Six Back to the Light

"Thuk tuk tuk!" A row of tracer bullets shot across the entire battlefield, and several demon soldiers fell on the way forward.

The shields in their hands were pierced by large-caliber machine guns, and the magic defense barrier did not protect them.

These demons fell down screaming, and several demons on the other side jumped out of a crater again. Holding their heavy shields, they ran forward quickly, and jumped into the next crater before the bullets flew.

"They learn very quickly." A company commander put down his binoculars, retracted his head from the edge of the trench wall, patted the dust in front of him, and complained.

Those demons no longer assembled to form a phalanx to attack, because that kind of infantry phalanx, in the face of the heavy firepower of Alan Hill, was no different from death.

Once the long-range support artillery starts to cover the battlefield, those demon soldiers standing densely together are simply a group of well-trained targets.

Therefore, the current demons have begun to use tactics that are more in line with the battlefield situation to deal with the long-range firepower of humans.

They spread out, and a group of several soldiers made use of the crater and the terrain to advance quickly so that they could get into the trenches and take advantage of their outstanding melee combat ability as much as possible.

This tactic caused some minor troubles for Alan Hill's front-line troops, and the battle between the two sides also reached near the core defense line of Alan Hill from the outer line of defense.

Now, there is still about 13 kilometers away from city No. 48, which is the city of demons, Serrat. Humans are no longer willing to take a step back, and demons have no chance to move forward...

It's a pity that the devil still didn't give up, and they didn't dare to give up. Now is their only chance, or they have no other choice now.

At this moment, the front-line troops of the 1st Armored Army were severely damaged by the servants of the white robes. Most of the troops had not been replenished.

Therefore, in the case of hand-to-hand combat, the demon army with improved tactics still has some fighting capital.

It's just that these capitals have become less and less and insignificant with the passage of time.

"Long live the origin of magic!" A demon soldier held his shield high, waved his sharp axe, and jumped into the trench dug by the soldiers of Alan Hill.

He is wearing heavy armor, and his tall body looks very oppressive in front of humans.

His blue-faced fangs twisted his muscles, and with a single ax he knocked down an Ellan Hill soldier who was closest to him.

This was already the third demon soldier who rushed into the trench within an hour. The soldiers of Alan Hill frantically fired at him with the weapons in their hands, and the bullets hit his armor, splashing sparks.

The shield in the demon soldier's hand was covered with bullet holes, and the bullets entered his body from the gaps in his armor.

Black blood splashed in the trenches, and the magic defense barrier gradually began to fade away. In the end, the demon soldier fell down with a bang, and the ax in his hand flew far away.

"Go to hell!" Another demon stood up from the edge of the trench, holding a bow and arrow in his hand, and shot an Alan Hill soldier holding an M4 assault rifle with one arrow.

However, in the next second, several Alan Hill soldiers with weapons smashed the demon archer with only light armor into a sieve!

"Medical soldier! Medical soldier! Someone is injured!" An Alan Hill soldier ran to his companion and hugged the soldier who had been shot in the abdomen: "Someone is injured! An arrow was shot in the abdomen!"

"Ah...cough..." The young soldier who was shot in the abdomen spat out blood. He covered the bleeding wound with one hand, and grabbed his comrade's arm with the other: "Help me! Help me... "

The medical soldier rushed over from a distance. He jumped over the sharp ax stuck in the ground, stepped on the body of the strong heavy armored demon, pushed aside a soldier blocking the way, and knelt down in front of the wounded. , pulled out the white gauze, and began to help the wounded man bandage the wound: "The stretcher will arrive soon! I will help you stop the bleeding first, and go to the rear to pull out this arrow shaft!"

While comforting the wounded, he injected medical morphine near the wounded's stomach: "Okay! It's just a small injury! It's okay! Don't be afraid, understand? Don't let everyone look down on you! Understand? Hold on!"

While he was comforting the wounded, an A-10 attack plane flew over the entire position, its cannon sweeping across the ground, knocking the attacking demon troops to their knees.

"Continue to attack!" Standing on the edge of the battlefield, the old demon general held his long sword and watched his subordinates die one by one with resolute eyes.

Now he has no way to withdraw. He must decide the outcome here, regain the city occupied by humans, and then continue westward. This is the only way for the troops under his command to survive now.

Only by grasping this way of life can these demons continue to live on. As for whether these tens of thousands of people can continue to attack, hit the west coast, and drive all humans into the sea... As a commander, he himself doesn't quite believe it.

In most cases, these people will fall on the way of attack. They couldn't see the West Coast, let alone get away alive.

Now all they can count on is to kill more humans and turn their own death into a meaningful thing.

"Origin of magic... Please bless us... Let us repel these alien races and take back our homeland..." The old general prayed in his heart, praying that a miracle would come at this moment.

"Let the second team of 10,000 people move forward! Spread it out..." He opened his eyes after praying, and looked at a subordinate standing beside him: "You lead the team yourself, and break through the line of defense in front of you..."

"Of order! General!" The subordinate nodded slightly, then turned and walked towards his own troops that had been baptized by bombs, with less than half left.

Every demon army that came here had suffered heavy losses, and they abandoned the wounded, paying the price of half the soldiers killed. All they can do now is to attack desperately, which is the only motivation that has supported them to fight until now.

They just want to make a big fuss here, annihilating as many human troops as possible. As for the victory or failure of this war, they are no longer willing to care about it.

Seven or eight Airan Hill A-10 attack aircraft dropped bombs, weakening these desperate and frantically forward enemies before the demons attacked. On the opposite side of these demons, on the position of Alan Hill, there are more grenadiers who have been reinforced——

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