Chapter 1088： Under-armed troops

"Did you see it? That's our missile!" An veteran pointed at the ballistic missile soaring in the distance and told a recruit next to him: "I didn't expect there to be so many."

As he shouted, more soldiers looked at the whistling white trails flying towards the distant horizon. The marching team is still marching, but the soldiers in the team are watching the missiles in the distance.

And more missiles, dragging a long tail flame, immediately rose from the ground, followed the missiles in front, and flew into the distance together.

Above the ruins of Witthallans, the surviving demons are trying their best to repair their city.

Some demon soldiers are carrying boulders and restoring the walls that have been destroyed by bombs. The original thick and strong city wall is now riddled with holes.

The heavy stone strip, which could hardly be breached, dissipated like dust under the power of the 500-kilogram aerial bomb mountain.

The magic defensive inscription carved on the wall of the city also collapsed with the explosion. There are cracks everywhere, broken stones everywhere, and now there are only sections of remains of the majestic city wall, which still stand on the periphery of Withalens.

Some of the factories that were blown up were inside the city wall, while some were outside the city wall. No way, when the city wall was built, there were not so many factories.

The demon soldiers who originally stationed on these walls have now suffered heavy losses. The remaining soldiers are like wandering ghosts, dangling near the walls. Under the watch of the officers, they lazily repaired the walls that were almost useless. .

After two bombings, these poor demon soldiers have realized what kind of enemy they are facing.

Although they still believe that the source of magic can lead them to victory, the reality is cruelly placed in front of them-victory and defeat are only a result, but many of them seem to be unable to wait for this result.

In the open-air tent not far away, there were many wounded soldiers of the devil lying there. They were waiting for rescue and medicine, but they did not expect that there were no supplies to distribute to them.

"These wounded people have no food distribution. They are going to starve to death, or they died here because of lack of medicine and medicine before starving to death." A demon officer stared at the "temporary hospital" in the distance, and said with some depression.

There were some of his soldiers in there. After losing these soldiers, the captain of his thousand-man squad had dozens of fewer men who could command.

Counting the losses from the previous bombing, he only had more than 400 people left in his hands. Originally, because of the lack of soldiers, his troops were dissatisfied. Now they have lost some soldiers and the situation is even worse.

"More than 2,000 wounded soldiers, only two doctors...This is really too bad." Another demon officer complained: "The enemy's army hasn't come to us yet, we are about to lose more than half!"

"Yesterday, the entire Witholens levied another 2,000 useful young men... I guess they will add some to your troops." The demon officer with only more than 400 people left in his hands can only hold on to his expression. Comfort your colleagues.

The complaining officer sighed and felt a little numb to the supplement: "None of them has received decent training...In this case, they simply cannot be of any use."

Without waiting for his companions to continue to comfort him, he said to himself: "When the enemy attacks, such recruits will collapse. Their collapse will also engulf the veterans and collapse together. It would be better to have them without... and , How many soldiers like this can give me? 200?"

"Don't be kidding." After hearing what he said, another demon officer hurriedly waved his hand: "Do you really dare to think about it, but 200 more? If you can add 15 more for you, just go secretly!"

As he said, he pointed to the walls in the distance that were similar to the ruins, made a huge gesture, and said, "Do you know how many thousand-man teams are there in Witthallans? A total of 1,100!"

This is not an exaggeration. Indeed, there are a total of 1.1 million troops in the vicinity of Witholens, including the troops stationed in the city!

In other words, theoretically, the source of magic has assembled almost 1.1 million troops in his lair!

However, this is only in theory. In fact, most of these Devil Ten Thousand Teams are dissatisfied with the compilation, and even the vast majority have only about half of their troops.

Even so, there are still half a million demon forces near Witthaorance, and they are responsible for protecting the most magnificent and huge city of the devil, as well as the invincible source of magic in their hearts.

With such a huge force, only 2,000 recruits were recruited. This also shows from one side how the devil’s armed forces are now at a dead end.

The 2,000 people recruited finally had to be added to the 1,100 1,000-person team, an average of one 1,000-person team, and even two people were dissatisfied!

Yes it is! It's so pitiful. Originally there were only about half of the soldiers, and the loss of ten might not be able to make up one... How much combat effectiveness can such a unit have?

Not to mention the illusory combat effectiveness, after all, even the strongest demon elites with the strongest combat effectiveness can hardly resist the frontal attack of the Ailan Hill Empire army.

Let's just say that these poor so-called demons soldiers, facing the two bombings of the Ailan Hill Empire, have been very embarrassed.

While the two demon officers were talking, a few demon soldiers, with the help of a four-legged gorilla, moved a huge stone to one side.

The corpses that had been buried under the collapsed stone wall were exposed one after another, which made people feel embarrassed.

Everyone was so silent, cleaning up the ruins little by little, and restoring some streets that had long been unrecognizable.

The strong soldiers and the four-legged orangutans carried the gravel to the side of the crater, then kicked it down and covered it with some dust, even if the filling was completed.

Such a riddled road stretched into the distance, to the side of the temple's wall.

"Thanks to the action of the great source of magic, we were able to repel those **** planes! As long as the great source of magic exists, we won't lose the war!" One of the officers looked at the craters that had already been landfilled. The voice said with emotion.

The demon officer standing beside him nodded and agreed with him: "You are right, as the spokesperson of the **** of magic, with the great source of magic still there, we can use magic to defeat those difficult enemies. !"