Chapter 1124
My Empire Chapter 1124
2020-11-03
Chapter 1124 1126 FleshIn the cratered ruins, several demon soldiers are building their new position. These craters can save them the time of digging trenches, which can be regarded as the best use.
They worked hard to pile some dirt in the direction facing the enemy, and then buried some corpses and gravel ahead to reinforce their positions.
To the left of the crater they are guarding is a building that has collapsed on 2/3/2022. There are only two floors left in this building, and the remaining two floors also have only two walls and half of the ground on the second floor, insisting on not collapsing.
On the first floor of the half-collapsed building, there were several demons stationed. They were responsible for blocking the Alanhill Imperial army attacking along the road, preventing them from driving straight in and attacking the square behind.
This is the edge of the city. Yesterday's battle caused the demon troops in the suburbs to rout and return to the city. They reinforced the existing defense lines and assumed a posture of fighting to the end.
A demon holds a Mauser 98K rifle in his hand. He is not wearing armor, because the current demon army can no longer issue enough armor to his soldiers.
Only low-level demon officers have armor, and these armors are not complete. The commander in this crater only has breastplates and no shoulder armors.
"Save some ammunition! Don't shoot for a while! When the enemy is approaching, aim and shoot!" The officer without shoulder armor instructed his subordinates.
He also knew that this command might not be useful at all, because most of his subordinates were recruits without combat training.
Only God knows how much battle strength these recruits have. It is better to count on them to kill the enemy than to hope that they will not escape.
This officer still trusts the two archers on his left more than the demon soldiers with Mauser 98K rifles.
They are well-trained demon soldiers, and it is up to them to solve problems at critical moments.
"I, I got it." The rifle shooter who even spoke a little trembling, replied very uncertainly.
My family knows about their own affairs. He only has four bullets in his gun and a clip in his pocket. This is definitely not enough for a fight.
But he couldn't do anything. When he distributed the weapons, he gave him a total of 10 rounds of bullets.
There are only 9 bullets left, and the one shot yesterday was the only one of his live-fire training.
It is unrealistic to expect a shooter like him to kill the enemy. He has never even hit a target, and he has no idea how the bullet will hit the target.
In addition to this unreliable shooter and two archers, the remaining soldiers only have short weapons.
A few had shields, and most of the remaining soldiers had only a long sword or an axe. Such an army is more a beggar than a regular army. The guerrillas are probably better equipped than they are.
Although the sun has not yet risen, the darkness before dawn is over. The visibility is now dozens of meters, and it seems that something is approaching at the other end of the street.
"Attention! Attention! There is movement over there!" The demon officer guarding the crater lowered his voice to remind his comrades in arms, and gestured to his comrades over the ruins of the house.
The dozen or so demon soldiers stationed over there responded with a gesture that they were ready to fight, and this silent exchange was completed.
Seconds later, the sound of neat footsteps broke the silence of the morning. The demon stationed in the crater widened his eyes, speechless shocked by the sight in front of him.
The battle they imagined before was to face the tanks of the terrifying Alanhill Empire, the artillery fire hiding the sky and covering the earth, and the tracer bullets as dense as fishing nets.
But now, in front of them, there is a different scene: the Copper Wall Iron Bastion, which is made up of neat shields, is a long spear that is as dense as a hedgehog from the gaps in the shield.
This is the army the demons are all too familiar with, this is the army they used to be! It's just that their army does not have such thick and beautiful armor, nor such a unified and beautiful shield.
One after another golden eagles are engraved on the shield, and the black shield has golden fringe patterns. Such shields are densely packed, and there are literally countless.
Like a sea of shields, it suddenly appeared on the edge of Witholland.
In the shocked and helpless eyes of the demon defenders, the demon army holding a thick shield and erected with sharp long spears pressed over in darkness.
"Bah!" Suddenly, a gunshot resounded in the early morning air. He didn't follow his commander's orders at all. The overly nervous demon rifle shooter directly chose to drive towards the Copper Wall Iron Bastion. One shot.
The bullet hit the magical defense barrier opened by the demon servant army, penetrated the barrier and hit the shield, and finally left a deep pit on the shield, and was embedded in the shield. its rampant journey.
"Hu... Hah! Hu... Hah!" The attacked demon servant army continued to shout the slogan neither fast nor slow forward, the dull sound of war drums and the sound of horns after the gunshots spread together.
The soldiers wearing heavy armor on both sides pulled out the long swords around their waists, holding smaller round shields, and rushed into the ruins of the buildings they passed without saying a word.
The bright sword reflects the cold light that makes people have one's hair stand on end when the sun rises. The demons stationed in the ruins, and the demons who rushed to the ruins, thus began the most primordial fight.
It never occurred to anyone that the human armies of the Alanhill Empire had no intention of falling into the quagmire of war. They just watched indifferently from their forward positions, watching the demon troops use the most savage means to fight in the ruins.
This is the real mill of flesh and blood. Compared with the bloody battlefield imagined by the origin of magic, the hell created by the Emperor Alanhill is obviously more cruel and despairing!
"archer!" Seeing that the enemy was approaching, the demon officer who didn't even have shoulder armor pulled out the long sword from his waist and slashed forward: "Send the arrow!"
The two archers silently pulled out the magic-breaking arrows and aimed them at the neat square. The battle method they are most familiar with is to face such an enemy.
On the opposite side of them, behind the almost airtight shield wall, the demon soldiers who could only see the way forward clearly from the cracks, stepped on the beat of drums, took heavy steps, and listened to the rudeness of their companions. The thick gasping sound approached the crater where the gunshots had just sounded.
(end of this chapter)