Chapter 1126： flesh

In the ruins full of bullet craters, several demon soldiers are building their new positions. These craters can save them the time of digging trenches, and it can be regarded as making the best use of them.

They worked hard to pile up some mud in the direction of facing the enemy, and then buried some corpses and gravel in front to strengthen their position.

To the left of the crater where they deployed, is a building that has collapsed two-thirds. There are only two floors left in this building, and the remaining two floors have only two walls and half of the second floor, insisting on not collapsing.

On the first floor of the building that collapsed more than half, there were several demons garrisoned. They were responsible for blocking the Alanhill Empire army attacking along the road, preventing them from driving straight in and attacking the square behind.

This is the edge of the city. Yesterday's battle caused the demon forces in the suburbs to rout and return to the city. They strengthened the existing lines of defense and put on a posture of fighting to the end.

A demon is holding a Mauser 98K rifle in his hand. He is not wearing armor, because the current demon army can no longer send out enough armor to his soldiers.

Only low-level demon officers have armors, and these armors are not complete. The commander in this bullet crater only has breastplates, not shoulder armors.

"Save some ammunition! Don't shoot for a while! When the enemy approaches, you can aim again!" The officer without a shoulder armor told his men.

He also knew that this order might not be useful at all, because most of his men were recruits who had not undergone combat training.

Only God knows how much combat power these recruits have. It is better to hope that they will not flee when they are expected to kill the enemy.

Compared to the demon soldier with Mauser 98K rifle, this officer still trusted the two archers on his left more.

They are the well-trained demon soldiers, and they still rely on them to solve problems at critical moments.

"I, I know." The rifle shooter, who even spoke a little tremblingly, replied unsteadily.

My family knows what happened to him. He now has only four bullets in his gun, and there is a magazine in his pocket—this little son’s bullet is definitely not enough for a fight.

But he couldn't help it. When distributing weapons, he was given 10 bullets in total. He shot one shot in the battle yesterday, but no one was hit at all.

Now there are only 9 rounds of ammunition left, and the shot yesterday was his only live firing training.

It is unrealistic to expect a shooter like him to kill the enemy. He has not even hit a target until now. He has no idea about how the bullet hits the target.

Except for this unreliable archer and two archers, the remaining soldiers only have short weapons.

A few people still have shields, and most of the remaining soldiers only have a long sword or an axe. Such an army is not so much a regular army as it is a beggar. The guerrillas may have better equipment than them.

Although the sun has not risen yet, the darkness before dawn is over. The visibility is now tens of meters, and it is faintly, something seems to be approaching at the other end of the street.

"Attention! Attention! There is movement over there!" The demon officer guarding the crater lowered his voice to remind his comrades around him, and gestured to his companions over the ruins of the house.

The dozen or so demon soldiers stationed over there responded with a gesture that they were ready to fight, and this silent communication was completed in this way.

After a few seconds, the sound of neat footsteps broke the tranquility of the morning. The demon stationed in the crater opened his eyes wide, and was shocked by the sight in front of him and couldn't speak.

The battle they had imagined before was to face the terrifying tanks of the Ailan Hill Empire, with overwhelming artillery fire, and tracer shells as dense as fishing nets.

But now, what was presented before their eyes was another scene: the opposite side was a copper wall and iron wall made up of neat shields, spears like hedgehogs spread out in the gaps of the shields.

This is an army that the demons are so familiar with, this is their former army! It's just that their army does not have such thick and beautiful armor, nor such a unified and beautiful shield.

One after another, golden eagles were engraved on the shields, and the black shields had golden edging patterns. Such shields are so densely packed that there is no way to count them.

It was like a sea of ​​shields, just like this abruptly appeared on the edge of Whithalans.

In the shocked and helpless eyes of the demon defender, the demon army, holding a heavy shield and full of sharp spears, pressed over in darkness.

"Bah!" Abruptly, a gunshot echoed in the early morning air, without heeding his commander's orders. The overly nervous demon rifle shooter chose to shoot directly at the copper wall and iron wall.

The bullet hit the magic defensive barrier opened by the demon servant army, penetrated the barrier and hit the shield, and finally left a deep hole in the shield, and was embedded in the shield to end its rampage journey.

"Huh... drink! Huh... drink!" The demon servant army phalanx that was attacked continued chanting slogans and proceeded unhurriedly. The dull drums of war spread along with the sound of the horns after the gunshots.

The soldiers wearing heavy armor on both sides drew out the long swords from their waists, holding smaller round shields, and rushed into the ruins of the buildings they passed by without a word.

The dazzling sword reflected a chilling light when the sun rose. The demons stationed in the ruins, and the demons who rushed into the ruins, started the most primitive fight.

No one thought that the human armies of the Ailan Hill Empire had no intention of sinking into the quagmire of war. They just watched indifferently from their front positions, watching the demon troops fight in the ruins with the most brutal means.

This is the real Flesh Mill. Compared to the **** battlefield imagined by the source of magic, the **** created by the Elanhill Empire is obviously more cruel and more desperate!

"Archer!" Seeing that the enemy was approaching, the demon officer, who didn't even have a shoulder armor, drew out the long sword from his waist and slashed forward: "Arrow!"

The two archers silently drew out the Demon Breaking Arrows and aimed them at the neat square array. The way they are most familiar with fighting is to face such an enemy.

On the opposite side of them, behind the almost airtight shield wall, the demon soldiers who can only see the way forward from the gap, stepped on the drums, took heavy steps, listened to the rough gasps of their companions, and approached. The crater where the gunfire just sounded.