Chapter 796： Back light

"Suddenly!" A row of tracer bullets shot across the entire battlefield, and several demon soldiers fell on the way forward.

The shields in their hands were pierced by large-caliber machine guns, and the magical defense barrier did not protect them.

The demons screamed and fell, and the demons on the other side jumped out of a crater again. They ran forward holding a heavy shield and jumped into the next crater before the bullet came.

"They learned very quickly." A company commander put down his binoculars, retracted his head from the side of the trench pit, patted the dust in front of him, and vomited.

Those demons no longer assemble and arrange in a square formation to attack, because that kind of infantry square formation, in front of the heavy firepower of Ailan Hill, is no different from sending to death.

Once the long-range support artillery began to cover the battlefield, the demon soldiers standing densely together were simply a group of well-trained targets.

Therefore, the current demons have begun to use tactics that are more in line with the battlefield conditions to deal with human long-range firepower.

They dispersed, a few soldiers in a team, using the crater and terrain, to advance quickly, so as to break into the trenches and give full play to their advantages in close combat.

This tactic created some small troubles for Ailan Hill's frontline troops, and the battle between the two sides also went from the outer line of defense to the vicinity of Ailan Hill's core line of defense.

Now, there is still about 13 kilometers away from the 48th city, which is the city of the devil, Serat. Human beings are unwilling to take a step back, and the devil has no chance to move forward...

It's a pity that the devil still didn't give up, and they didn't dare to give up. Now is their only chance, or they have no other choice now.

At this moment, the frontline troops of the 1st Panzer Corps were hit hard by the white-robed attendants. Most of the troops had not been replenished, and the remaining troops were not equipped with sufficient ammunition, and they lacked superior troops such as heavy armored grenadiers.

Therefore, in the case of hand-to-hand combat, the demonic forces with improved tactics still have some fighting capital.

It's just that these capitals, with the passage of time, have become less and less, and more and more insignificant.

"Long live the source of magic!" A demon soldier held up his shield and waved the axe in his hand, and suddenly jumped into the trench dug by the Ailan Hill soldiers.

He was wearing a heavy helmet and heavy armor, and his tall body looked very oppressive in front of humans. His blue-faced fangs and muscles twisted, and an axe knocked down the nearest Ailan Hill soldier.

This was the third demon soldier to rush into the trench in an hour. Allan Hill's soldiers madly fired at him with their weapons, and the bullet hit his armor, splashing sparks.

The shield in the hands of the demon soldier was already covered with bullet holes, and the bullets penetrated his body through the gaps in his armor.

Black blood splashed in the trenches, and the magical defense barriers gradually began to fade. In the end, the demon soldier collapsed, and the axe in his hand flew far away.

"Go to hell!" Another demon stood up from the edge of the trench. With a bow and arrow in his hand, he shot an Ailan Hill soldier with an M4 assault rifle.

However, in the next second, several Ailan Hill soldiers with weapons sifted this demon archer with only light armor!

"Medical soldier! Medical soldier! Someone was injured!" An Ailan Hill soldier ran to his companion, holding the soldier who had an arrow in his abdomen in his arms: "Someone was injured! An arrow in his abdomen!"

"Ah...cough cough..." The young soldier with an arrow in his abdomen vomited blood. He covered the bleeding wound with one hand and his comrade's arm with the other hand: "Help me! Help me..."

The medic rushed over from a distance. He jumped over the sharp axe stuck on the ground, stepped on the body of the strong heavy armored demon, pushed aside a soldier who was in the way, and knelt on one knee in front of the wounded. , Pulled out the white gauze, and began to help the wounded person to bandage the wound: "The stretcher will be here soon! I will help you stop the bleeding first, and go to the back to pull this arrow shaft!"

While comforting the wounded, he injected medical morphine into the vicinity of the wounded's stomach: "Okay! You are just a small injury! It doesn't matter! Don't be afraid, understand? Don't let everyone look down on you! Understand? Hold on!"

While he was comforting the wounded, an A-10 attack plane swept over the entire position. Its cannon swept across the ground, knocking the attacking demon force upside down.

"Continue to attack!" Standing on the edge of the battlefield, the old demon general pressed his long sword, his eyes resolutely watching his subordinates die in battle.

Now he has no way to get out, he must distinguish the victory and defeat here, retake the city occupied by humans, and then continue westward-this is the troops under his command, and now the only way to survive.

Only by seizing this way of survival, these demons can continue to survive. As for whether these tens of thousands of people can keep attacking, hitting the west coast and driving all humans to the sea...As a commander, he himself doesn't quite believe it.

In most cases, people like them will fall on the way to attack. They couldn't see the West Coast, let alone leave alive.

Now they can only count on killing more humans and turning their own death into a meaningful thing.

"The source of magic... please protect us... so that we can repel these alien races and retake our homes..." The old general prayed in his heart, praying that a miracle would come at this moment.

"Let the second ten thousand team move forward! Disperse..." After praying, he opened his eyes and looked at a subordinate standing next to him: "You personally lead the team to break through the line of defense..."

"Yes! General!" The subordinate nodded slightly, then turned and walked towards his own troops that had been baptized by the bomb, and only less than half of them were left.

Every demon army that came here has suffered heavy losses. They abandoned the wounded and paid the price of half of the soldiers killed. Now all they can do is to attack desperately, and this is the only motivation that has supported them in the fight to the present.

They just want to make a big fuss here and annihilate as many human forces as possible. As for the victory or defeat of this war, they are no longer willing to care.

Seven or eight Ailan Hill A-10 attack aircraft dropped bombs, weakening these desperate enemies before they attacked. Opposite these demons, in Ailan Hill's position, there were more grenadier reinforcements.

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