Chapter 794
My Empire Chapter 794
2020-11-03
Chapter 794 796 Flashback"tú tú tú tú!" A row of tracer bullets swept across the battlefield, and several demon soldiers fell to the ground on the way forward.
The shields in their hands were pierced by large-caliber cannons, and the magical defense barrier did not protect them.
These demons screamed and fell, and the demons on the other side jumped out of a crater. They held up their heavy shields and ran forward quickly. Before the bullets flew, they jumped in.
the next crater.
"They're learning pretty fast." A company commander put down the telescope, retracted his head from the edge of the trench, patted the dust in front of him, and complained.
Those demons are no longer assembled in a phalanx to attack, because that kind of infantry phalanx, in the face of Alanhill's heavy firepower, is almost no different from dying.
Once the long-range support artillery began to cover the battlefield, those demon soldiers who were densely packed together were simply a group of well-trained targets.
Therefore, the demons now began to use tactics more in line with the battlefield situation to deal with the long-range firepower of humans.
They spread out, a group of several soldiers, using the crater and terrain, to advance quickly, so as to enter the trenches and give full play to their superior melee capabilities.
This tactic caused some trouble for Alanhill's front-line troops, and the fighting between the two sides also hit the periphery of Alanhill's core defenses.
Now, there are still about 13 kilometers away from the 48th city, which is the city of Serrat, the city of demons. If humans are unwilling to take a step back, the demons will no longer have the opportunity to move forward...
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It's a pity that the demons still haven't given up, and they don't dare to give up. Now is their only chance, or they have no other choice now.
At this moment, the frontline troops of the 1st Panzer Army were hit hard by the white-robed servants, most of the troops have not been replenished, the remaining troops are not enough ammunition, and there is also a lack of superior troops such as heavy armored grenadiers .
So, in the case of fight at close quarters, the demon troops with improved tactics still have some fighting capital.
It's just that these capitals have become less and less and more insignificant over time.
"Long live the source of magic!" A demon soldier raised his shield and swung his axe into the trench dug by the Alanhill soldiers.
He wears heavy armor and heavy armor, and his tall body looks very oppressive in front of humans. With his ferocious-looking muscles twisting, he chops down an Alanhill soldier closest to him with an axe.
This is the third demon soldier who has rushed into the trench within an hour. Alanhill's soldiers frantically fired at him with their weapons, and the bullets hit his armor, splashing a fire star.
The shield in the Demon Soldier's hand was already covered with bullet holes, and bullets entered his body through the gaps in his armor.
Black's blood splattered in the trenches, and the magical defense barrier gradually began to fade. In the end, the demon soldier collapsed, and the axe in his hand flew far away.
"Go to hell!" Another demon stood up from the edge of the trench, with a bow and arrow in his hand, and one arrow hit an Alanhill soldier with an M4 assault rifle.
However, in the next second, several Alanhill soldiers with weapons smashed this demon archer with only light armor into a sieve!
"Medics! Medics! Someone is injured!" An Alanhill soldier ran to his comrade's side and embraced the soldier who had been shot in the abdomen: "Someone was injured! Arrow!"
"Ah...cough cough..." The young soldier with the arrow in the abdomen vomited blood, covering the bleeding wound with one hand and the arm of his comrade with the other. : "Save me! Save me..."
The medic charged from a distance, he jumped over the sharp axe stuck on the ground, and stepped over the strong and heavily armored demon's The corpse, pushed away a soldier who was blocking the way, one-knee kneels in front of the wounded, pulled out the white gauze, and began to bandage the wounds of the wounded: "The stretcher will be here soon! I will help you stop the bleeding first, and go to the rear. Pull this arrow shaft!"
While comforting the wounded, he injected medical morphine into the wounded's stomach: "Okay! It's just a small injury! It doesn't matter! Don't be afraid to understand? Don't let everyone Look down on you! Understood? Hold on!"
As he comforted the wounded, an A-10 swept the entire position, its guns sweeping across the ground, knocking out the attacking demonic forces Beat people upside down.
"Continue to attack!" Standing on the edge of the battlefield, the old Demon General held his long sword and watched his subordinates die in battle.
Now he has no way to get out, he must decide the winner here, retake the city occupied by humans, and then continue westward - this is the army under his command, and now the only one a way of life.
Only by grasping this way of life can these demons continue to live struggling on whilst at death's door. 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 doesn't quite believe it himself.
In most cases, these people will fall on the road of attack. They couldn't see the West Coast, and it was more impossible to leave alive.
Nowadays, all they can count on is to kill more human beings and turn their own death into something meaningful.
"The source of magic... please bless us... so that we can repel these alien races and take back our homeland..." The Old General prayed in his heart, praying that a miracle would happen in this brief moment come.
"Let the second 10,000-strong team advance! Spread out..." After praying, he opened his eyes and looked towards a subordinate standing beside him: "You lead the team yourself, breaking through this one in front of you. The line of defense..."
"As ordered! General!" The subordinate nodded lightly, then turned and walked towards his troops, which had already been bombed, leaving less than half of them.
Every demonic force that has come here has suffered heavy losses, abandoning the wounded and paying the price of half the soldiers killed. All they can do now is to attack with all their might, which is also the only driving force that has supported their fight until now.
They just want to make a big fuss here, annihilating as many human troops as possible. As for whether the war was won or lost, they were no longer willing to care.
Seven or eight Alanhill A-10s dropped bombs, weakening the desperate foes before the demons attacked. On the opposite side of these demons, Alanhill's position, more grenadiers were reinforced. ►
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