Chapter 1163： Can't wait

"For the great demon king! In today's battle, victory is in sight!" A demon officer drew out his long sword from his waist and shouted while facing the neatly lined up men.

In front of him, the demons in neat armor blocked their blue-faced fangs with their visors, then screamed, holding their weapons high and slammed into the collapsed courtyard wall.

On the opposite side, the demon garrison, who also held a long sword and a shield, tried their best to stop the enemies who rushed into the gap in the wall, and then it was another evenly **** battle.

The demons stationed on the core line of defense are still somewhat different from the outer demon forces, at least in terms of equipment, they look much better.

These demon garrison troops stationed on the ruins of a steelmaking factory can form an orderly phalanx. They can also use ancient tactics to fight with the attacking demon servant army. Obviously they are a team. Elite troops.

Now, the two forces are strangling together. The Demon Servants of the Ailan Hill Empire rely on well-equipped equipment, while the opponent's Demon Guards rely on dying brave.

At this stage of the battle, basically you slashed me, and I slashed you for this kind of flesh and blood strangulation.

What makes people regret for the devil is that what the Ailan Hill Empire wants is this kind of strangulation, this kind of crazy strangulation that can destroy a generation.

What's more, with the support of sophisticated armor and equipment, the **** battle between the demon servants and the demon defenders is almost the state of you slashing me with a knife, and I slashing you with dozens of knives.

This is not so much a battle, as it is a kind of vent by the two sides participating in the war. As demons, it has been too long, too long, for them to follow their familiar appearance to play such a happily fight.

Inside the demon guard's army formation, the leading demon officer held a long sword high, and the blade was shining with magical light.

His sword slashed and slashed down, hitting the huge shield held by the Demon Servants of the Ailan Hill Empire in front of him, making a sharp ding sound.

The soldier next to the officer was pierced through the body by a sharp spear pierced from a gap in the shield, and fell screaming.

The officer took advantage of the momentum and grabbed the pole of the spear, and pulled the spear out of the shield formation with force.

The other party obviously had no intention of wrestling with this demon officer, so he gave up his weapon. The demon officer did not expect that the opponent would give up this extremely delicate looking spear so easily, and immediately retreated several steps in embarrassment.

He retreated to his own formation, and the soldiers who stood in front of him were pierced by more spears pierced from the shield formation.

Black blood was sprayed on the exquisite shields of the Ailan Hill Empire printed with golden eagle emblems. These shields formed an army formation that looked like a city wall, slowly advancing amidst the sound of majestic drums.

The brave or desperate demon garrison soldiers used their bodies as physical shields, hitting the thick shields, and clinging to the spears that pierced them with both hands.

The following demon defenders swung their swords forward again, and pierced the long sword through the gap in the shield. When it was pulled out, some of the blades were still sharp, and some were stained with the same black blood.

A shield soldier fell, and behind the heavy shield, another young demon stepped forward with the shield. He didn't even look down at the corpse under his feet, and behind him, the people stepping on the corpse were dense and endless.

On the ruins in the distance, the young demon officer who sent the letter passed by here retreated to a safer position. He brought an adjutant and came here, watching the attacking Ailan Hill Empire block his way.

"We can't get through... an offensive of this scale, we won't be separated until dark." The young demon officer swallowed, licked his dry lips with his tongue, and said to his adjutant.

"Go to the other side, although it's farther, at least it's safe." The adjutant has only his body in armor, two daggers in his waist, and a long sword in his hand.

This long sword shone with a sharp cold light, but it was simple without any decoration. It seems that this is the standard long sword of the Ailan Hill Empire, which is specially distributed to the demon servant army.

The capable demon defenders will find a way to get themselves such a weapon. After all, on such a cruel battlefield, relying on those rusty tatters could not save his life.

Therefore, unless high-ranking officers, the kind of ancestral magic sword, the remaining demon guards will try their best to find an enemy weapon.

Everyone who has used them knows that these weapons forged in batches are very strong and very easy to use.

"Let's go..." The young demon officer who knew that this side was completely unworkable stood up and slapped his armor twice: "Go back! Now that the fight is up here, let's let the old general lead someone to flanking him from the side. Let's fight back the enemies here."

"Wonderful!" The adjutant's eyes lit up and said in agreement: "So we have a reason to retreat here, at least we can keep our troops for a few more days..."

"Only one day..." The young officer sighed, and walked back after raising his foot: "Without food, we will collapse soon!"

Before taking a few steps, he stopped. The adjutant who followed him coldly ran into his back.

The adjutant panicked on alert, and then followed the demon officer's gaze, and saw a black banner rolling down from the ruins at a high place.

That piece of ruin is their garrison position, and that flag is the enemy's black flag...

"The position is lost!" The adjutant whispered, and then sat down on the big rock beside him, his eyes full of loss.

The young officer also sighed, and sat on a large rock by the side of the road, and looked at the leather pockets around his waist, which contained the letters he wanted to deliver to the commander of the Templar Garrison.

"Let's go! Let's take the long road and go to the temple." The young officer who was very familiar with the neighborhood finally cheered up. He stood up, came to the adjutant, stretched out his palm, and pulled up his comrade-in-arms.

The two disappeared one after another at the end of the alley where only the rudiment was left. A few minutes after they left, the Demon Servants of the Ailan Hill Empire arrived here.

These bright armored warriors carefully inspected every corner here, because missing an enemy would cause casualties to later generations.

The difference is that behind them, there are actually two human soldiers wearing power armors. They can't wait, they want to decide a victory or defeat in Witthaorance as soon as possible...