"For His Majesty the Demon King! For the Empire of Elanthir! Move forward!" Amidst the rumbling war drums, a demon officer waved the sword in his hand and loudly encouraged his soldiers.
In fact, using war drums to command the troops at this time is already a very backward method. Unfortunately, the demon servant army has never received any decent weapons and equipment, so they can only use the tactics they were familiar with.
Played.
However, when facing the collapsed demon garrison, the already outdated tactics of the servant army can still be used.
After all, this is a bloody and cruel battle in which both sides compare themselves to each other. It doesn't matter if you are bad, as long as your opponent is worse than you.
The demon defenders on the opposite side had little fighting power at this moment, and even their desire to fight had been exhausted.
During the day yesterday, the two sides were fighting on the battlefield, and everyone still felt that they were evenly matched. However, the crazy massacre last night had caused the demon defenders to lose their basic confidence in fighting.
A night of unilateral killings brought the demon defenders to the verge of collapse, and the last bit of courage they showed was wasted in the subsequent counterattack.
But when they counterattacked, they discovered that there was not a trace of a human being in the position they lost last night.
There were only corpses of demons that no one had dealt with yet, covering the ground! It was like hell, densely packed with corpses everywhere.
The scene in front of them and the frightening feeling last night made these demons who participated in the counterattack lose all their courage.
Then they had to face a new round of attacks from the demonic servants of the Elanthir Empire.
The demonic defenders had no rest at all. At this moment, they were completely defeated both mentally and physically.
They were sleepy and tired, without enough troops and without the will to resist, so they faced a new battle in a state of confusion and mental disorder.
Right in front of them, the demon servants of the Eilanhir Empire drew their long swords and chopped down the demon defenders, who were no more than wooden stakes, to the ground.
Apart from screaming, these numb demon defenders hardly did anything else, and their resistance was even more feeble.
The demonic defenders who were on the verge of collapse retreated numbly to the positions they started from in the early morning, and then were driven out of these positions and routed deeper into the neighborhoods.
No matter how the officers of the demon garrison spurred their men with their long swords, these demon soldiers who had lost their fighting spirit could no longer stop their disintegration.
"Long live the Ilanthil Empire!" A demon soldier wearing armor opened the door in front of him, and his comrades behind him swarmed in with their swords raised.
Dozens of soldiers pushed each other and rushed into the building. The demon soldiers inside also tried their best to resist with their own weapons.
As a result, the moment the soldiers came into contact, the soldiers of the demon servant army, who were recharging their energy and waiting for work, discovered that the opponent's reaction speed seemed to be much slower.
After all, a night without sleep consumes a lot of physical energy. In the moment of chopping, the winner or loser will be decided.
Most of the demon defenders were already lying on the ground, but only a few soldiers of the demon servant army were stabbed by long swords and fell down.
Then more soldiers from the demon servant army poured in, pulling their injured companions out of the house, while other demon soldiers rushed in again.
Seeing more and more demon soldiers wearing armor, those demon defenders who only had leather armor or breastplates were finally forced back into various rooms in the building.
Without unified command and formations to protect each other, these divided and surrounded demon defenders immediately turned into a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
They were cleaned house by house, and some demons even cried out in despair to surrender.
Unfortunately, no one paid attention to such shouts. The demon servants who had not received orders did not dare to capture any prisoners at will. They could only use their long swords to chop down the poor people kneeling on the ground.
A demon officer pressed the long sword on his waist, stepped on the corpse lying on the stairs, and walked up to the second floor step by step. This building originally had five floors, but due to the collapse, it now only has two floors.
Ready to use.
The demon officer who climbed up the stairs looked disdainfully at the corpses of his compatriots at his feet, and seemed to be more concerned about whether his shiny armor-covered boots were stained by black blood.
He carefully avoided the sticky blood and walked to a relatively clean room on the second floor.
Then, he stopped, turned sideways, and tilted his head at the demon who looked like an adjutant following him, indicating that the other person could start working.
The devil quickly stepped forward and unfolded the black eagle flag that had been prepared long ago from the window.
With the breeze, the black flag unfolded gently, and the eagle in the center of the flag spread its wings, looking so majestic.
The demon soldiers who had already been waiting downstairs caught the lower end of the flag. They used nails to fasten the two corners of the lower flag to the wall. Their movements were clean and neat, and they were very skillful.
Just by taking a quick look, you can tell that they often do this kind of work. After all, behind them, there are already several blocks of buildings or ruins with the flag of the Eilanhill Empire hung like this.
"Dong dong dong..." The sound of war drums outside the house still continued, and the neatly arranged Demonic Servants of the Elanthir Empire continued to advance along the street.
Every time they reach a fork in the road, these neat phalanxes will separate a group of soldiers, form another phalanx, and advance along the new road.
All the buildings they passed must be hung with the flags of the Elanthir Empire. As more and more of these flags were hung, more and more neighborhoods were controlled by the Elantyr Empire.
The Battle of Witholans has only entered its second day, and the attackers seem to have already grasped the rhythm of victory. At this rate, the Eilanhill Empire can capture this city in less than twenty days.
Of course, that's not how things work out. After all, there is a difficult source of magic in this city, and the demons who obey him will not sit still and wait for death.
They will fight to the end, and the Eilanhir Empire also hopes that they will fight to the end. Because only when a winner is determined, the rest of the matter will be easier to arrange, and those troublesome problems will be easier to solve.