Chapter 1007
My Empire Chapter 1007
2020-11-03
Chapter 1007 1009 Six Gods and No MastersWhat is a disaster? A catastrophe is a real catastrophe that falls from the sky.
The demon Van Kessel was originally just the commander of a demon 10,000 team, but he was recently promoted to be the commander of the more than 50,000 demon soldiers nearby.
Unfortunately, he did not feel the joy of being promoted and made a fortune, because the reason he was promoted was because there were not many decent generals among the high-level commanders of the devil.
Those who were capable, vicious and cunning, were basically killed on the front lines—either in expeditions against the magical continent, or in expeditions against the allied forces of the magical continent.
As the saying goes, there are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkey is called the king - he knows his own business, and with his ability, this position is actually a bit high.
The troops on the front line have been defeated again and again, and they have retreated from the west coast to this damn place. He was instructed to build defenses in this mountain area, and in fact he had been digging here for 2 months making an all-out effort.
No way, the expeditionary troops of the terrifying magic continent stopped here before the snow, and in order to hold his position, he had to build a lot of construction here.
He dug 4 trenches in one go, set up so-called barriers, and reinforced the second line twice.
As the main body of the defense line, most of the trenches in the second line are covered with heavy wood and mud "caps". These fortifications may be the strongest defenses built by the demons so far. fortifications.
Even, the demon army has deployed a full 4,000 rifles and more than 100 imitation mountain cannons for this defense line.
Unfortunately, all this has become nothingness under the attack of humans, scattered ashes and dispersed smoke.
The hapless commander Van Kessel was swamped by a torrential rain of artillery shells when he complained that he could only eat pitiful jerky for breakfast. .
The devil's demon dog army has been consuming the enemy's living strength for the devil with a huge number. This huge number of low-level Demon Realm creatures, today's days are really getting worse day by day.
Alanhill Empire put a large number of biological genetic weapons in Demon Realm, which made the Demon Dog, which had an absolute numerical advantage, lose more than one third at once.
To make matters worse, the remaining demon dogs began to lose their combat capability, which made the Demon Race troops lose a very considerable number of troops at once.
And today's demon dogs have no way to fight on a large scale, and they die from various diseases from time to time, and they become the garbage rations of demons.
It is precisely because of the large number of deaths of demon dogs that the Demon Race was provided with some cheap food, which made the fragile Demon Race logistical supplies not collapse immediately in this cold winter.
In other words, these poor, killed demon dogs, with their corpses, gave the Demon Race the last bit of hope of surviving.
While chewing on the hard demon jerky, Van Kessel's brain was not fully awake when he was stunned by the sound of the cannonballs.
The soil on the roof of his headquarters was shaken to the ground, and the ground beneath his feet kept shaking.
If it wasn't for the sound of the cannons being too loud one after another, he would even think that it was a natural disaster such as an earthquake.
A ring-shaped main defense system painstakingly established by the demon army was washed away by artillery shells.
No one knew when the enemy's artillery fire would stop, they could only huddle in the trenches and pray.
"Big, my lord!" A demon officer stumbled into Van Kessel's headquarters, his face full of dust and crying out: "Not good! Not good! Bo Western Mountain...the side of Western Mountain was blown down by artillery fire!"
"What...what!" Van Kessel, who didn't even have time to wear his own armor, looked towards the door, covered in dirt, Only then did he realize that no wonder he felt the earth tremble so badly that his headquarters was located at the foot of Western Mountain.
"The south side! The south side has collapsed!" The officer's voice trembled and pointed to the direction outside the door: "The first line of defense has lost contact! Lord Seaman sent someone to deliver a letter saying that he died on the ground. It's also dead, it's better to fight back and fight the enemy..."
"He's crazy? Walking out of these trenches, his soldiers can't even hold an enemy attack!" Van Kessel glared at himself He still didn't know that this general called Seaman had this consciousness and ability.
In fact, he didn't turn his head around, because he didn't know what kind of baptism the Demon Race position was going through.
If he had been huddled in the trenches and buried under the gravel raised by the cannonballs, he would have thought of a good way to get out of there immediately without the slightest hesitation—even a way to die...
"bang!" As they spoke, another shell landed on Western Mountain, and the entire mountain began to shake.
It was an 800mm caliber Gustav artillery shell, which exploded directly in front of Western Mountain, turning the trenches and tunnels dug by the nearby demons into A piece of powder.
A direct hit by a shell of this caliber may result in a painless death, and no body will be found within a few tens of meters.
The hard rock will be disappeared in an instant, and the huge mountain will shatter and turn into murderous projectiles.
"Damn it! Damn it! Where are those God Servants! Isn't that the God Servant who said they were coming to support us? Where are their people?" The collar of the officer, Van Kexel questioned, flustered and exasperated.
A group of black shadows drifted in, and the original gloomy voice was filled with panic and despair: "My lord! My lord! It's not good! It's not good! The second line of defense has collapsed! The enemy has not yet attacked, The defenders on the second line of defense have collapsed!"
No one can face such a terrifying shelling, not even the devil. They are not the Japanese during World War II, they will dig tunnels and the like as mice. The fortifications they built on the surface of the mountain were actually simply unable to withstand a single blow.
Because the entire mountain was covered, only some fortifications on the back of the mountain survived. Most of the remaining trenches and bunkers have been completely scrapped.
"What should I do? What should I do! I just rejected Demon King the order of His Majesty a few days ago and refused to surrender and surrender my position! What should I do now?" The ants were walking around, and Van Kessel was helpless for a while, and he didn't know what to do.
He had just rejected Erezia's order not very long, and when he refused, he did not expect that the Alanhill Empire's attack would come so quickly.
(end of this chapter)