Chapter 768： The prestige is not there

In the valley, densely packed demon troops are slowly advancing. They are still at least 100 kilometers away from the front line that touched Ailan Hill. When the battle started, they had just assembled from their hiding place.

Because of the fear of Airanhill’s strategic bombing, the fear of Airanhill’s tactical bombing, and the fear of Airanhill’s nuclear bombing, anyway because of the fear of Ailanhill’s air force, these demon forces did not dare to assemble in advance.

Therefore, when the servants of the gods began to counterattack, these demon forces had just begun to gather, gather and advance.

It's just that it is very difficult for tens of thousands of troops to gather together, so the entire demon army is now in chaos.

The commanders of the devil have never fought such a war, and it is no problem for them to restrain the troops to advance at the previous speed, but if they can change their routines, the effect is definitely not good.

Except for the 7000 demon behemoth ground dragoons who set out in advance, most of the troops are still on the spot, and the number that can set off in time is not even 100,000.

Chris still overestimated the commanding and dispatching ability of the demon army. He estimated that the demon had 100,000 troops that could immediately be put into battle, but the demon only managed to make up 80,000 troops.

Probably less than 100,000 people have moved forward, but if they can't rush to the battlefield within 48 hours, they will not be able to play a greater role.

After all, as long as Ailan Hill stabilized his position, no matter how many demon forces assembled frontally, it would be nothing more than meat on the chopping board.

Obviously, most of the commanders of the devil also know their situation. If they cannot advance close enough in the expected time, they may be sent to another world by nuclear weapons immediately.

Riding on his earth-dragon war horse, this demon officer stood on the path of his troops, constantly urging his men to speed up: "Quick! Quick! Quicken the march! We can't waste time here!"

He waved his hands, hoping that his troops could rush again, but unfortunately, now his troops were advancing hard in the mud, and the word "quick" was not touched at all.

It had rained for more than an hour the day before. This level of rain was not a big deal at all, but because of the passing troops, the dirt-paved road still became horrible.

The huge monsters responsible for transporting supplies can only move slowly. The demons holding these monsters try hard to increase the speed of these monsters, but the effect after hard work is not obvious.

Carrying one's own spear, the listless demon infantry and the early fighting spirit demon elite also have a clear difference. These demon soldiers who were originally only second-line troops do not have the invincible momentum.

In fact, their mental outlook is very normal, because countless demon troops have been buried in the magic continent. The demons believed that they would be able to win this aggressive war, but now they can’t believe they can defeat such a powerful invasion. By.

The most intuitive state displayed by soldiers who have lost their confidence and determination is listlessness. Now these soldiers are downcast, and they are far from their original fighting spirit.

Therefore, their commanders can only frequently wave the whips in their hands so that these soldiers can act faster. They kept yelling, hoping that their soldiers would keep going.

"Damn it! Speed ​​up the march!" The demon commander riding a war horse unnaturally pulled the reins, waved his arm and continued to shout loudly.

He is not accustomed to riding such a mount, because he had been commanding troops to fight on his demon floating castle before.

After all, he is not a cavalry general. High-level demons also have their own castles, and they are more willing to rely on the castle to direct the battle.

It is a pity that they no longer dare to use the huge castle flying in the sky, because the floating castle with slow flying speed and no self-protection ability is a target in Ailan Hill's eyes.

Once upon a time, the devil’s floating castle can be said to be a perfect weapon for war. They can withstand enemy blows and float in the air to overlook the fortress of human beings. They are powerful and enviable.

But now, under the attack of missiles and various weapons, this kind of weapon is fragile and slow, and it is simply vulnerable.

Ailan Hill's radar can spot these floating things in the sky from hundreds of kilometers away, and then calmly fire on them, destroying them with long-range firepower.

"Let those four-legged monsters hurry up! Our time is precious!" The demon officer urged impatiently at the strangely-shaped demons in the distance.

The number of fast-moving demon dogs under him has been reduced by half, and now the remaining part has a huge discount in combat effectiveness.

Now he was riding an earth dragon beast that was not huge in size, and he was obviously not as prestigious as standing on the head of the magic floating castle.

Without the feeling of overlooking the earth, he now can only vent his grievances on his soldiers.

He urged his troops, and yelled out anxiously: "Long live the source of magic! For the great source of magic... move forward!"

Once upon a time, the devil's army didn't need to urge like this at all, they would advance frantically, even the devil dogs were more fighting spirit. They will attack all the villages they see and tear the enemy into pieces.

But now, the army is still the same army, and the soldiers still wear exactly the same armor. But the demon officer knew that the army in front of him really didn't have as strong combat effectiveness as before.

In his shouting, his troops accelerated a little more, and after a few seconds, the speed of being temporarily lifted slowed down again.

"Go ahead!" Impatient and compelled, he could only wave the whip in his hand once again and shout loudly, pointing to the front.

In the direction he was pointing, a row of black spots appeared in the sky. Those black spots are rapidly expanding, enriching their own outline a little bit.

It was a row of rapidly approaching A-10 attack aircraft. The slender wings were covered with rocket nests and missiles for ground attack.

The engines of these aircraft roared and they had already dropped. This proves that they have found the target and are preparing to launch a fatal attack.

"Damn it!" He had already seen the enemy and said something like this. The response to his words was the gleaming light from the gun muzzle of the a-10 attack aircraft that was already close at hand.