Chapter 1121
My Empire Chapter 1121
2020-11-03
Chapter 1121 1023 Bloody OrdersAccording to the total number of troops marked on the map, the troops assembled by the source of magic in Witholland, There are indeed more than 1 million. If you count some peripheral troops, the total should be close to 2 million.
Unfortunately, no one dared to tell him that those troops were basically dissatisfied. A 10,000-strong team can have 4,000 soldiers, which is already a very good "organized" force.
As for the map that was placed in the Magic Origin room a few days ago, the situation on it has not been changed, and the status of the marked troops has not been updated.
According to the latest situation this morning, several troops on this map no longer exist! They have been annihilated, nothing is left!
A number of other units had been badly damaged and had retreated from the outer suburban lines. Some of the 10,000 people who retreated had a few hundred people left, and some had 1,000 people left. In short, they were very far away from the "10,000-strong team".
Now, the source of magic doesn't know about these things, and no one dares to tell him these things.
In the past, the source of magic had loyal fanatics and white-robed servants, who could help the source of magic control the demon family, and help him collect information to control the overall situation.
But now, almost all the mad believers have fallen on the road of the expedition, and the white-robed servants of God have also been wiped out nine out of ten.
So the source of magic has lost control of the entire demon family, and he has become the fallen king who was deceived on the throne.
It seems like the head of state in 1945. He has been deceived by a bunch of false news. As a leader, he has lost his basic judgment on reality and has no clear understanding in his mind. .
This situation is no different from madness. In the eyes of others, it is full of talk nonsense babble - except for venting and ineffective ranting, there is no meaningful command.
Taking another mouthful of saliva, the poor Demon General can't remember how much of his own saliva he swallowed.
He opened his mouth tremblingly and said in the lowest voice possible: "The great source of magic... We are organizing a counterattack, but we don't have a sufficient number of artillery pieces, and there is no way to form an advantage locally."
Who knows, the words he barely squeezed out just hit a pain point in the origin of magic.
In the early years, the demon took advantage of magic and military strength, used his strong body and the ferocity of fierce and unafraid of death to defeat countless opponents.
In that era, the origin of magic seemed to be the god of this world, but who would have thought that all this has become an illusion now.
Aircraft and artillery have become indispensable weapons and equipment in war. Bravery and tenacity are worthless in the face of the torrent of steel.
The numerical superiority that once made the demons proud has long since disappeared in the face of nuclear weapons and genetic weapons.
What about the long sword? What about the crossbow? What about the heaven shaking, earth shattering magic cannon? What about the majestic sound of war drums? What about the long horn sound? What about the phalanx of infantry covering the wilderness, and the demonic air force covering the heavens, shielding the sun?
To be honest, there are too many problems and too much anger in the mind of the current source of magic.
He tapped the map on the wall with his hands, and kept tapping. The dull sound was particularly abrupt and awkward in the basement, which was not very spacious.
That great hall, which can make the sound sacred, can no longer be used. After all, it is hard to say when a cannonball will fall, and the place will be completely turned into ruins.
The originally sturdy great hall walls were already covered with cracks, and the mottled traces were horrible to see, and no one dared to go there for meetings.
No one speaks in the basement, and everyone has been used to it for the past two days, letting the source of magic sing a one-man show.
So, the source of magic is more willing to sing his one-man show, anyway, there is no way to solve the problem, so let's be happy together and hurt each other.
While banging on the wall, he continued angrily roared: "Joke! When did the devil rely on artillery to fight? We didn't have these messy weapons before! Isn't it invincible? Now, you guys Your courage has been shattered! Without artillery, you will not fight in a row!"
"However, the great source of magic...if we do not have the advantage of firepower, our soldiers will suffer very heavy losses. , when the time comes, there won't be enough troops to defend Witholans!" An evil Demon General hurriedly explained.
Although he has no way to solve the problem that human beings have surrounded Witholance on both sides, as a sergeant and general, he still has the vision to judge the optimal solution under the current situation.
Human's long-range weapons are powerful, and there are no fortifications and bunkers. The devil's troops fight back to deliver vegetables. It is better to leave the troops in the ruins, a little consumption, maybe you can hold on for more time.
"..." The source of magic stared at the evil Demon General who was talking, and his sudden silence made everyone nervous.
According to past experience, this great source of magic is about to take action at this time to solve this meeting by killing an evil Demon General.
Surprisingly, though, Origin of Magic didn't do that this time. He laughed suddenly, making people have one's hair stand on end.
After laughing enough, he suddenly looked towards the leading demon, Old General, and instructed: "Then don't fight back! Let all the demon troops be stationed at the positions they should be stationed in. Come on!"
"Without my orders! Don't retreat!" He clenched his fists and commanded in an unmistakable voice.
"Without my orders! Can't take a step back!" His cruel voice sounded in the basement, making all the evil Demon Generals shudder.
"You must hold on to every ruin! Fight to the last man!" He ordered desperately, with have one's hair stand on end in his voice.
It seems that in this brief moment, he has given up on winning, or the idea of continuing.
Now he has burn both jade and stone and perish together in his head! He's going to turn Withallans into a giant mill of flesh, where he'll drain the blood of demons and humans alike.
Once the terrifying thought is unfolded, it cannot be taken back. So the source of magic continued to order: "If your position is lost, then you will die on the position!"
He emphasized his order, making every demon who heard the order sweat cold DC: "I want to turn every magic tower, every house into a human grave!"
"I want to make every inch of the land here stained with blood!" He squeezed tightly He punched his fist and ended the meeting with the bloodiest words: "Kill! Go kill! Go kill a foul wind and bloody rain!"
(end of this chapter)