Chapter 1129
My Empire Chapter 1129
2020-11-03
Chapter 1129 1131 Torment of the Will"For Demon King Your Majesty! For the Empire of Alanhill! Go forward!" In the rumbling drums of war , a demon officer waved the long sword in his hand and loudly encouraged his soldiers.
Actually, using war drums to command troops at this time is already a very backward method. It's a pity that the Demon Servant Army has never gotten any decent weapons and equipment, so they can only play according to the set of tactics they are familiar with.
However, in the face of the collapsed demon defenders, the servant army's already backward tactics can still be used.
After all, this is a bloody and cruel battle in which both sides are rotten to each other. It doesn't matter if you are rotten, as long as your opponent is worse than yourself.
The demon defenders on the opposite side have no battle strength at this moment, and they have even exhausted their desire to fight.
During the daytime yesterday, the two sides fought on the battlefield, and everyone felt that they were evenly matched, but the mad slaughter last night had made the demon defenders lose their basic fighting ability. confidence.
One night's unilateral killing made the demon defenders on the verge of collapse, and the last bit of courage they showed was wasted in the subsequent counterattack.
But when they fought back, they found that there was not a single human shadow in the position they lost last night.
There are only the corpses of demons that have not been disposed of yet, covering the ground! It's like hell, densely packed with corpses everywhere.
The picture in front of me and my heart-pounding heartbeat last night made these demons who participated in the counterattack lose all their courage.
Then they have to face a new attack from the Alanhill Empire's demonic minions.
There is no resting demon defender at all, and at this moment, both mentally and physically, they have been completely defeated.
They were sleepy and tired, without enough troops, and without the will to resist, and so muddledheaded, in a state of insanity, ushered in a new battle.
Just in front of them, the demonic servants of the Alanhill Empire drew their long swords and chopped down the demonic defenders, which were about as small as the stakes, to the ground.
In addition to screaming, these numb demon defenders did almost nothing, and the resistance was even weaker.
Collapsed on the first encounter, the counter-attacking demonic defenders numbly retreated to the positions they set out from in the early hours of the morning, and were then driven out of these positions to rout further down the block.
No matter how the officers of the demon defenders use their long swords to spur their men, these demon soldiers who have lost their heart to fight can no longer stop their dispersal.
"Long live the Alanhill Empire!" A demon soldier in armor burst open the door in front of him, and his comrades behind him swarmed in with a long sword.
Dozens of soldiers pushed each other and rushed into the building, and the demon soldiers inside also tried their best to resist with their weapons.
At the moment of the fight at close quarters, the demon servant army soldiers, who were waiting for their time with their conserve strength and store up energy, found that the reaction speed of the other party seemed to be a lot slower.
After all, one night without sleep, the consumption of physical energy is very huge. At the moment of slashing, the outcome will be decided.
Most of the demon defenders were already lying on the ground, and only a few soldiers of the demon servant army were stabbed by the long sword and fell to the ground.
The influx of more demon servant army soldiers pulled those wounded companions out of the house, while other demon soldiers rushed in again.
Seeing that there are more and more demon soldiers wearing armor, those demon defenders who only have leather armor or only breastplates are finally pushed back into various rooms in the building.
Without the unified command and the formation to cover each other, these divided and surrounded demon defenders immediately turned into a group of lambs to be slaughtered.
They were cleaned house by house, and some demons even cried out in desperation to surrender.
Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to such shouts. The demon servant army who did not receive orders would not dare to take any prisoners. Flip to the ground.
A demon officer pressed the long sword on his waist, stepped on the corpse lying on the stairs, and walked up to the second floor step by step. This building originally had a fifth layer, but because Collapsed relationship, now only two layers can be used.
The demon officer who ascended the ranks looked at the corpses under his feet with contempt, and seemed to care more about whether his shiny iron-clad boots were stained with black blood.
He carefully avoided the sticky blood and walked to a relatively clean room on the second floor.
Then, he stopped, turned his body sideways, and tilted his head at an adjutant-like demon who was following behind him, indicating that the other party could work.
The demon hurried forward and unfolded the black eagle flag that had been prepared long ago from the window.
With the breeze, the black flag was gently unfolded, and the eagle in the center of the flag fluttered its wings, looking so mighty.
The demon soldiers who had been waiting downstairs for a long time caught the lower end of the flag. They used nails to put the two flag corners of the lower flag on the wall. The movements were neat and skillful. .
It only takes one look to know that they often do this kind of work, after all, behind them, there are already several blocks of buildings or ruins that have already hung the flag of the Alanhill Empire like this.
"Dong dong dong..." The sound of the war drums outside the house continued, and the neatly queued Alanhill imperial demon servant army continued to advance along the street.
Every time a fork in the road, these neat phalanxes will divide a group of soldiers, form another phalanx, and advance along the new road.
All buildings they pass will be hoisted with the flag of the Alanhill Empire. And as these flags grew more and more, more and more neighborhoods were controlled by the Alanhill Empire.
On the second day of the Battle of Witholland, the attackers seem to have mastered the rhythm of victory. At this rate, in less than twenty days, the Alanhill Empire could occupy the city.
Of course, that's not how things work. After all, there is still a difficult source of magic in this city, and those demons who obey him will not sit still.
They will fight to the end, and the Alanhill Empire wants them to fight to the end. Because only a winner or loser is determined, things will be easier to arrange later, and those headaches will be easier to solve.
(end of this chapter)