Chapter 1160
My Empire Chapter 1160
2020-11-03
Chapter 1160 1162 Disgusting feelings"Kill!" A ragged demon charged with a long sword and charged towards the Alanhill Imperial defenders position.
He walked across the ruins with agility, and then fell to the ground after a sudden gunshot and stopped moving.
The ball of energy suspended in the sky not far away gave these demon defenders great courage. They were once unable to support them, but now they have the strength to fight back.
Although only some fools who are not afraid of death rushed out of the ruins where they were hiding at such a time, and then launched a death-like charge towards the positions of the Alanhill Empire's offensive troops, but this still proved one thing - magic How deeply rooted is the origin's domination in this world.
The demon soldiers stationed in the Witholland Industrial Zone were scrambling with the attacking troops from room to room, and they had no intention of giving up their positions at all.
Although the industrial area has turned into a real rubble, these demons have no intention of giving up.
After all, behind this industrial area is the famous Magic Temple! That is the resting place for the servants of God, and it cannot be given to anyone.
In fact, the gunfire has become very sparse in this industrial area of Withallans. Most of the time here is a hand-to-hand battle of ruins and ruins, as most battles are still between demons and demons.
Here a demon in heavy armor just brought down a demon garrison hiding in a house, and over there a ragged demon sneak attack killed a brightly armored Demon Servant Army.
Both sides were fighting non-stop, as if only fighting could make them forget the terrifying, feel ill at ease energy group above their heads.
"You...you wait! Soon the great source of magic will kill you all! Avenge me!" A demon lying on the ground clutching his chest stared at the enemy who killed him shouted loudly. While shouting, Black's blood continued to spurt out of his mouth.
Until he died, he was convinced that the gods he believed in could help him kill these damn enemies in front of him.
Things like this are still happening in the corners of the battlefield, but the demon commanders in many positions are beginning to realize that things may not be good.
"The enemy's attack is intensifying... They have transferred more forces to attack us." A demon officer pushed aside the congested soldiers in the basement corridor and walked to his superior.
The old and evil Demon General with a bad-looking complexion collared his helmet, glanced at his most valued subordinate, and said, "The news just sent, the 10,000-strong team on our flank has collapsed. The gunfire has gradually subsided, and the enemy is about to launch an attack on us."
"We should retreat...to join the people from the north..." The young officer persuaded worriedly.
"But the order we received before was to stick to this place no matter what." The Old General said depressedly: "The great source of magic fought in person before, and the pressure on our side has dropped sharply... Now he doesn't know why he stopped, we can only find a way to stick here and buy enough time for him."
"Sir... In this case, the rest of our troops, It won't last long." The young officer knew his own family affairs, and of course he knew that such a defense would not last long at all.
They were originally a team of 10,000 people, responsible for garrisoning three nearby blocks, but at the time of the maximum force, there were only more than 2,000 people.
After shelling and bombing, they lost a lot of soldiers, and now they can only find less than 700 soldiers who can continue to fight.
And most of these soldiers only have long swords and some tattered armor, only a pitiful dozens of rifles, and even less ammunition.
Nevertheless, they hadn't received any supplies for two days in a row. It seems that their higher-level troops have long forgotten that there is a team like them, and they have not been given food or replenished bullets.
They were just stationed on the ground with nothing, and the only reason they succeeded in holding the position was that the troops of the Alanhill Empire had not yet attacked here.
It is not too much to describe this army as running out of ammunition and food. All they can do is stay in the ruins and trenches, and when the enemy comes over, waste a bullet of the enemy , or let the other party slash with effort.
"It's just 600 demon dogs, and they have to kill them for a while, right? Even more how we are 600 warriors!" The old demon sighed and said, "Otherwise, what else can we do? ?"
"If we fight to the death now, then at least when the source of magic wins, there is still a way for us to survive... But if we retreat now, no matter who wins, we will all die." He side Said, and handed a letter to the young officer: "Give this to the commander stationed near the temple..."
"Sir!" The young officer knew that this was his superior Give yourself a chance to survive.
Delivering a letter doesn't count as a deserter, so he can at least live a little longer - this could be the last bit of care given to him by the old man in front of him.
"Don't say it! Although the task for you is relatively easy, you must be careful on the road. We already don't know where the enemy is advancing. Those damn scouts of the enemy are very powerful!" The Old General obviously didn't know about sniping. The word "hand" can only be used in general to call those who shoot cold shots with familiar scouts.
In fact, this is also a common problem of many demons nowadays. They have come into contact with too many new things at once, so the vocabulary is obviously not enough.
By interrogating a handful of captives, some fresh words were spread among the demon race.
The words like cars, planes, cannons, etc. are already proficiently spoken, and even some high-level executives can speak professional vocabulary such as fighter jets.
The young officer suddenly felt very wronged... Really very wronged. Once, they were noble, cunning, sinister and cruel beings, but now they have found the brilliance of their humanity.
In the past, they treated their enemies cruelly and were unwilling to show mercy to the lambs to be slaughtered. Even if their companions die, they will not be saddened.
They believe that in this world powerful existence is the meaning of life, and they believe that the power imposed on them by the source of magic is the fundamental law of all.
However, when their beliefs began to crumble and their wars began to fail, they sadly discovered that they began to have feelings that they had spurned before.
(end of this chapter)