"Did you see it? That's our missile!" A veteran pointed at the ballistic missiles flying in the distance and told a recruit next to him: "I didn't expect there were so many."
As he shouted, more soldiers looked at the white tracks whistling towards the distant horizon. The marching team was still marching, but the soldiers in the team were watching with their eyes.
Look at those missiles in the distance.
And more missiles, dragging long tail flames, rose from the ground and followed the missiles in front of them, flying into the distance.
Atop the ruins of Withollands, the surviving demons are trying their best to repair their city.
Some demon soldiers are carrying boulders and restoring the city walls that have been blown down by bombs. The originally thick and strong city walls are now riddled with holes.
The thick stone strips, which were almost impossible to break through, dissipated like powder under the landslide power of the 500-kilogram aerial bomb.
The magical defense inscriptions carved on the city wall were completely destroyed by the explosion. There were cracks and broken stones everywhere. Now only sections of the majestic city wall remain, still standing on the outskirts of Withollands.
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As for the factories that were bombed, some were inside the city wall and some were outside the city wall. There was no way, when the city wall was built, there were not so many factories.
The demon soldiers who were originally stationed on these city walls have now suffered heavy losses. The remaining soldiers are like wandering ghosts, wandering near the city walls. Under the supervision of officers, they lazily repair the city walls that are almost useless.
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After experiencing two bombings, these poor demon soldiers have realized what kind of enemy they are facing.
Although they still believe that the origin of magic can lead them to victory, the cruel reality is before them - victory and failure are just the results, but many of them seem to be unable to wait for this result.
In an open-air tent not far away, there were many wounded demon soldiers lying there. They were pitifully waiting for rescue and medicine, but they did not expect that there would be no supplies available for them.
"These wounded soldiers have no food distribution. They will starve to death, or die here due to lack of medical treatment 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 there. After losing these soldiers, he, the captain of a thousand-man team, lost dozens of subordinates who could command.
Counting the losses from the last bombing, he only had more than 400 people left in his hands. Originally, due to a lack of soldiers, his troops were not in a satisfactory state. Now that he has lost some soldiers, the situation is even worse.
"There are more than 2,000 wounded soldiers, and there are only two doctors... This is really too bad." Another demon officer complained: "The enemy's army has not yet reached us, and we will lose almost half of it!"
"Yesterday, the entire Withausland recruited 2,000 more suitable young people... I guess they will replenish your troops." The demon officer, who only had more than 400 people left in his hands, could only hold on to his expression.
Comfort your colleagues.
The complaining officer sighed, feeling a little numb to such additions: "None of them have received decent training... In this situation, there is no way they will be of any use."
Without waiting for his companions to continue to comfort him, he said to himself: "When the enemy attacks, such new recruits will collapse. Their collapse will also bring the veterans to collapse together. It would be better to have them without them... and
,How many soldiers can I replenish? 200?"
"Stop joking." After hearing what he said, another demon officer quickly waved his hand: "Do you really dare to think about paying back 200? I can give you 15 more, so just have fun!"
As he spoke, he pointed to the city walls that looked like ruins in the distance, made a huge gesture, and said, "Do you know how many thousands of troops there are in Withollands? A total of 1,100!"
This is not an exaggeration. Indeed, the number of troops stationed near Withollands, including in the city, is a total of 1.1 million troops!
In other words, theoretically, the origin of magic has assembled an army of almost 1.1 million in his lair!
However, this is only theoretical. In fact, most of these ten thousand demon troops are not full, and even the vast majority only have about half of their strength.
Even so, there are still 500,000 demonic troops near Withollands. They are responsible for protecting the most magnificent and largest demonic city, and they are also responsible for protecting the source of magic that they believe is invincible.
For such a huge force, only 2,000 new soldiers were recruited. This also shows from one side how the devil's armed forces are now at the end of their rope.
The 2,000 people who were finally recruited have to be added to the 1,100 thousand-man team. On average, one thousand-man team is not enough for even two people!
Yes! It's so pitiful. Originally there were only about half of the soldiers, but losing ten of them might not be enough to replace one... How much combat effectiveness can such a unit have?
Not to mention the illusory combat effectiveness. After all, even the most powerful demon elites cannot withstand the frontal attack of the Elanthir Empire army.
Let's just say that these poor so-called demon soldiers are already in a very embarrassed state in the face of the two bombings from the Eilanhir Empire.
While the two demon officers were talking, several demon soldiers moved a huge stone bar to the side with the help of a four-legged orangutan.
The corpses that had been buried under the collapsed stone wall were exposed one after another, which made people sigh.
Everyone was silently cleaning up the ruins little by little, restoring some streets that had long been beyond recognition.
Strong soldiers and four-legged orangutans carried the gravel to the crater, kicked it down, covered it with some dust, and the filling was completed.
Such a riddled road extends into the distance, all the way to the wall of the temple.
"Thanks to the great source of magic, we were able to repel those damn planes! As long as the great source of magic exists, we will not lose the war!" One of the officers looked at the filled bomb craters and said
said with emotion.
The demon officer standing next to him nodded and agreed with him: "You are right. As the spokesperson of the God of Magic, the great source of magic is still there, and we can use magic to defeat those difficult enemies.