In the ruins full of bomb craters, several demon soldiers are building their new positions. These bomb craters can save them the time of digging trenches, which can be regarded as making the best use of them.
They worked hard to pile some soil in the direction of facing the enemy, and then buried some corpses and rubble in front to strengthen their positions.
On the left side of the bomb crater where they were defending, there was a building that had collapsed two-thirds. There were only two floors left of this building, and the remaining two floors only had two walls and half of the second floor. The ground refused to
collapse.
There were still several demons stationed on the first floor of the half-collapsed building. They were responsible for blocking the Elanshir Empire troops attacking along the road, preventing them from advancing straight in and attacking the square behind.
This is the edge of the city. Yesterday's battle caused the demonic troops in the suburbs to retreat back to the city. They reinforced the existing defense lines and assumed a posture of fighting to the end.
A demon holds a Mauser 98K rifle in his hand. He is not wearing armor, because the current demon army can no longer issue enough armor to its soldiers.
Only low-level demon officers have armor, and these armors are not complete. The commander in this crater only has a breastplate and no shoulder armor.
"Save some ammunition! Don't shoot for a while! Wait until the enemy is close, then aim and shoot!" the officer without shoulder armor told his men.
He also knew that this instruction might be of no use at all, because most of his subordinates were new recruits without combat training.
Only God knows how much combat effectiveness these new recruits have. If we expect them to kill the enemy, it is better to expect them not to run away from the battle.
Compared to the demon soldiers holding Mauser 98K rifles, this officer still trusted the two archers on his left.
They are the well-trained demon soldiers, and we still have to rely on them to solve problems at critical moments.
"I, I understand." The rifle shooter, whose voice even trembled a little when he spoke, replied very unsteadily.
His family knew what he was doing, and he only had four bullets in his gun and one magazine in his pocket - this amount of ammunition was definitely not enough for one battle.
But he had no choice. When the weapons were distributed, he was given a total of 10 bullets. In yesterday's battle, he fired one shot and didn't hit anyone at all.
There are only 9 bullets left, and yesterday's shot was his only live-fire training session.
It is simply unrealistic to expect a shooter like him to kill the enemy. He has never hit a target until now, and he has no idea how the bullet will hit the target.
Except for this unreliable archer and two archers, the remaining soldiers only had 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 more like a beggar than a regular army. The guerrillas may have better equipment than them.
Although the sun has not risen yet, the darkness before dawn has ended. The visibility is now tens of meters, and vaguely, something seems to be approaching from the other end of the street.
"Attention! Attention! There is movement over there!" The demon officer who was guarding the crater lowered his voice to remind his comrades around him, while gesturing to his comrades on the other side of the ruins of the house.
The dozen demon soldiers stationed there responded with a gesture indicating that they were ready for battle, and this silent exchange was completed.
A few seconds later, the sound of neat footsteps broke the tranquility of the early morning. The demon stationed in the crater widened his eyes and was shocked and speechless by the sight in front of him.
The battle they had imagined before was to face the terrifying tanks of the Elanthir Empire, with overwhelming artillery fire and tracer bullets as dense as fishing nets.
But now, what appeared in front of them was a different scene: opposite was a copper wall composed of neat shields, and spears as dense as hedgehogs protruding from the gaps in the shields.
This is an army that the demons are very familiar with. This is their army in the past! But their army does not have such thick and beautiful armor, nor such a uniform and beautiful shield.
One after another, golden eagles are carved on the shields, and the black shields have golden edge patterns. There are so many shields like this that it is impossible to count them.
It was like a sea of shields, suddenly appearing on the edge of Withollands.
In the shocked and helpless eyes of the demon defenders, the demon army, armed with thick shields and full of sharp spears, pressed over in darkness.
"Bang!" Suddenly, a gunshot echoed in the early morning air. He did not obey his commander's order at all. The overly nervous demon rifle shooter directly chose to shoot at the iron wall.
The bullet hit the magic defense barrier opened by the demon servant army, penetrated the barrier and hit the shield. Finally, it left a deep crater on the shield and was embedded in the shield, ending its rampage journey.
"Hoo...drink! Hoo...drink!" The army formation of demon servants under attack continued to shout slogans and advance unhurriedly. The dull sound of war drums spread together with the sound of horns after the gunshots.
The soldiers wearing heavy armor on both sides drew their long swords from their waists, holding smaller round shields, and rushed into the ruins of the buildings they passed without saying a word.
The bright swords reflected a chilling light when the sun first rose. The demons stationed in the ruins and the demons who rushed to the ruins began the most primitive fight.
No one would have thought that the human army of the Eilanhir Empire had no intention of falling into the quagmire of war. They just watched indifferently from their forward positions, watching the demonic troops fighting in the ruins with the most barbaric means.
This is the real mill of flesh and blood. Compared with the bloody battlefield imagined by the origin of magic, the hell created by the Emperor of the Airansil Empire is obviously more cruel and 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 struck forward: "Fire the arrow!"
The two archers silently drew out the magic-breaking arrows and aimed them at the neat square formation. Their most familiar fighting method was to face such an enemy.
Opposite them, behind the almost airtight shield wall, the demon soldiers who could only see the way forward clearly through the gaps were approaching with heavy steps and heavy steps to the beat of drums, listening to the rough breathing of their companions.