Seven Hundred and Ninety-Eight and 1 Attempt

On the tragic battlefield, there are demon corpses everywhere. The attack for several hours did not allow these demon soldiers to rush into the No. 48 city, but consumed their precious reserve team.

Among the countless bomb craters are the remaining demon troops lingering on their last legs. They didn't dare to continue to attack easily, and they couldn't find any good way to escape, so they could only stick to the position formed by the bomb craters, waiting for their last moment.

The headed demonic old general's face was blackened by the flames of war, lying in the middle of a bomb crater, looking at the impenetrable human positions in the distance, feeling uncomfortable.

His troops lost nearly 20,000 people, and they couldn't get any benefits from these human soldiers.

Although some demons broke into the human position, they couldn't make a difference at all. Soon these warriors were wiped out, and it was even more difficult to obtain results in subsequent charges.

Then, as the opponent's strength became stronger and stronger, their demons' offensive forces became less and less, and even rushing into the defensive positions of humans became an impossible task.

Countless demons were killed on the way to attack, and more and more aircraft and artillery fire covered them, overwhelming them.

Just two hours ago, they had completely lost the ability to attack, and could only barely hold on to various places, unable to even move.

Maybe the humans on the opposite side were waiting, waiting for the arrival of follow-up reinforcements, waiting for a better opportunity to wipe out these demons, so they didn't take the initiative to launch an attack.

The two sides have been confronting each other like this, and they have been confronting each other until now. Just ten minutes ago, the blazing artillery fire also stopped, and the demon finally got a short respite.

"If we surrender, will they... At least let our soldiers live... They didn't go to the magic continent to kill and set fire... They should be forgiven." Finally, the old demon general broke the silence and asked one of the people beside him Subordinate.

He felt that there was no need to persevere after the battle had reached its present level. If a decent surrender is possible, at least the lives of the remaining demon soldiers can be guaranteed.

You know, although it looks inconspicuous, there are still at least 20,000 demon soldiers here—the ones that can be assembled quickly are the last elites of the demons, and the remaining 20,000 elites are almost the last of the demons. The main force is gone.

As a demon commander, the old general didn't want to see these good boys die in meaningless battles. They are here to fight their opponents, not to be slaughtered by them...

"Forgiveness? These humans are more cruel than us,

None of the compatriots caught by them can come back alive! "A demon general wiped the long sword in his hand, and answered his boss's words in a cold voice.

They also have a blood feud with humans now, not only because tens of millions of soldiers who went to the magic continent never returned, but also because of the hatred of millions of demons being killed in the demon world!

The old general has also read many books on the Magic Continent, so he has some understanding of the state of war between the two sides in the past: "But I remember that they have this tradition, and they will not easily execute the enemy who surrendered..."

"It's a war between them, a war between the same race, of course they won't be wiped out." The demon officer replied with a wry smile after cleaning his long sword.

"At least humans haven't wiped out the elves, dragons, and other races... so we can try, can't we?" The old general still didn't believe it, and he planned to try it himself.

"You can try...but I don't have any hope." The middle-aged demon officer said with an obvious attitude of fighting to the end, shaking his head.

"How to try?" The old general was very interested in this.

"Let some people stand up and get out of the crater..." The demon officer thought for a while and came up with a way.

"Then let the remaining soldiers of the Sherkwan team raise their hands and walk out of the crater..." The old general also felt that this was a method worth trying.

"As you wish, my lord." The demon officer gestured twice towards the distance, and then the same order was passed on.

"Damn it, what kind of bastard's order is this?" An orderly fell into a bomb crater, and then dictated the commander's order. The demon soldiers who heard the order looked at each other, and a burly officer frowned and asked, "They don't accept our surrender at all. Why do they let us stand up recklessly and walk towards the enemy with our hands raised?"

"Don't allow us to carry weapons, damn it, even if we are allowed to carry weapons, we don't want to stand up in this situation..." He stared at the orderly angrily, as if he wanted the other party to go back and confirm this damn thing Order.

"This is death! We can't carry out this kind of order." Several other demon soldiers also nodded and said.

"We are soldiers of the demon clan...we are never greedy for life or fear of death...execute the order, soldier." The leader of a demon officer patted his burly subordinate and signaled him to calm down.

Then, facing the human line of defense, he was the first to stand up and raised his hands high. Although he had never felt that his arms were so heavy, he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

Immediately afterwards, some demon soldiers who followed him also got up, raised their hands, and slowly walked towards the human position.

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"What are they doing? Surrender?" On the defensive position of Alan Hill, a soldier saw a demon standing up with his hands raised in the crater in the distance, and turned his head to ask his superior.

His platoon commander also saw this scene through the holographic sight, even more clearly than his soldiers: "They must be crazy..."

"Yeah, they know that we never accept their surrender. We don't accept the surrender of civilians, and it's even more impossible for us to accept their surrender." A company commander put down his binoculars and looked at The radio communication equipment beside him.

"Damn it, several targets have stood up..." Some soldiers said irritably, and more and more demons stood up and raised their hands high.

No one fired, and the battlefield was silent for a while. This kind of quietness is really weird, so weird that people can't believe that two hours ago, it was still noisy and full of guns and guns.

"These demons are really not afraid of death..." A soldier rubbed his nose, frowning and expressing his emotion. As he sighed, he checked the grenades around him to see if they were still within reach.