Chapter 1180
My Empire Chapter 1180
2020-11-03
Chapter 1180 1182 Like a festivalAn old demonic officer, looking up at the somewhat gray sky, where there is a peaceful and pure magic energy.
He squinted his eyes as if he was looking at his future, but it was a pity that the magic energy that once filled him with hope of victory had now shrunk by a large circle.
"We're done." He looked towards the young demons behind him. Some of these demon soldiers were carrying a long sword, some were holding a long spear, and some were carrying a sword. Worn out 98K rifle.
It's like a broken team of pirates, they don't even have neat weapons or good armor.
The weather was not too cold, so the whole street was filled with the stench of rotting corpses. It's like hell here, and every corner is filled with the desperation of death.
Plump mice as long as human arms gather in the crevices of the ruins, their tails tangled in the eye sockets of tusk skeletons.
Because there are no hunters such as demon dogs, these animals that can only live in caves have now begun to be unscrupulous.
In the past, there were demon soldiers who used these mice as food to satisfy their hunger. Later, with the complete erosion of the war, these demon soldiers had no energy to deal with these low-level animals that reproduced very fast.
As a result, these originally thin and now fat animals raged in this place that can no longer be called a city, and even before the wounded soldiers were completely dead, they gathered around and began to eat the flesh and blood of black.
The Alanhill Empire's offensive has slowed down a few days ago, the flanking attack on the city seems to have ceased, and the large-scale fighting has completely disappeared.
Occasionally scattered attacks are also localized, and they are launched for reasons such as resting the defense line, and the scale of the attack is very limited.
It is precisely because of this that the remaining demon garrison in the dilapidated city of Witholland can support it until now.
"My lord... it's been more than ten days, the great source of magic... still nothing." A young demon said desperately.
They have been looking forward to it, looking forward to the return of the source of magic to the battle, leading them to reverse the defeat and lead them to victory.
Unfortunately, as time goes on, this war seems to be less and less hopeful. The magic group created by the magic source representing hope has shrunk to half its original size.
It was about to be disappeared, and at the same time, the last of the poor hopes of the demonic defenders.
"Alas...we have no hope for a long time." The old demon shook the head depressed, and said to the demons behind him: "If the source of magic could come back, he should have come back long ago. ."
They tried to keep fighting, but the brutal fighting destroyed what little fighting spirit they had left.
That's not a terrifying opponent that flesh and blood can challenge at all. Humans don't need to fight at all, just those demon servants are enough to terrifying.
The other side has many people and well-equipped weapons. They can replenish their troops at any time, and their nutrition is more sufficient, so their bodies are stronger.
As the experienced veterans fight less and less, and the opponent's veterans fight more and more, the battle has begun to show a one-sided situation.
Of course they tried to surrender, but it was a pity that the other party seemed unwilling to accept them as captives at all.
Whether or not to lay down the weapon, the opponent will raise the butcher's knife. These demon defenders finally realized how desperate their enemies, the poor civilians they invaded, were when they were slaughtered.
Since surrender is also death, and non-surrender is also death, they can only fight. At least with a long sword in hand, it looks better than dying on the ground.
Now they are poor and only the so-called dignity is left. If they give up their dignity, they really have nothing.
Dignity, in the previous Demon Race cognition, was just a ridiculous word, but when they lost the hope of life, the inspiration of victory, and the consolation of killing, they could only think of it. Such a ridiculous word.
For all the demonic defenders still in Witholland, this is a didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
"Wow..." In the sky, a piece of colored paper suddenly spread out, as beautiful as the fireworks before the banquet.
These rectangular colored papers were scattered with the wind, and fell little by little on the ruins, on the ground, on the bones, on the corpses, and on the dried blood of black.
As soon as the old demon officer reached out his hand, he grabbed a piece of pink soft paper that fell from the air. He looked at the text on it curiously, then stared wide-eyed suddenly.
There is nothing esoteric written on the pink paper, just that the source of magic has been defeated, and the demons should surrender immediately. It also gave a promise that they could live as long as they disarmed and surrendered.
"...We...we can finally surrender." The old demon seemed to have lost all his strength and fell on a gravel behind him, with a wry smile of relief written on his face. .
Behind him, the demon soldiers who also received this flyer were also thankful that they had waited until the final release.
Those soldiers who were stronger and more experienced than them have all died in this endless rubble.
Every night, in their exhausted sleep, they could clearly dream of endless shelling and bombing, as well as the deafening rumbling sound of tank engines.
The zhi zhi sound of machine guns like a saw, the terrifying hu hu sound of flamethrowers. Even the sudden sound of the sniper's gunshot echoed in the sky, making them shudder.
Those days are finally over, and they can finally stop worrying about waking up one day with their throat cut, and they don't have to worry about crying and searching for their arms after the explosion.
"Find out the white sheet we found earlier." The old devil held the pink flyer in his hand and instructed his subordinates.
A few demons with their faces still full of immaturity quickly ran towards a building that was more than half collapsed not far behind.
They have been waiting for this moment for a long time, and now they can finally surrender, which is a great blessing.
As they ran back, they shouted to the civilians around them: "We can surrender! We can surrender! hahaha! We can finally surrender!"
As if it was a holiday, this happy mood spread all of a sudden, making everyone sighed in relief.
(end of this chapter)