"For the great Demon King! In today's battle, victory is at hand!" A demon officer drew out the long sword from his waist and shouted at the top of his lungs in front of his neatly lined up subordinates.
In front of him, demons dressed in neat armor blocked their green-faced fangs with their visors, then roared and charged into the collapsed courtyard wall with weapons raised high.
On the opposite side, the demon defenders, who also held their swords and shields high, tried their best to block the enemies who rushed into the gap in the wall, and then there was another evenly matched bloody battle.
After all, the demons stationed on the core defense line are somewhat different from the demon troops on the periphery. At least in terms of equipment, they look much better.
These demon garrison troops stationed on the ruins of what was originally a steel mill can form an orderly square formation, and can also use ancient tactics to fight against the attacking demon servant army. It is obvious that they are an army.
Elite troops.
Now, the two armies are strangled together. The demonic servant army of the Airanhill Empire relies on its well-equipped equipment, while the opponent's demonic defenders rely on their bravery in a desperate struggle.
At this stage of the battle, it's basically a bloody strangulation of you slashing me and me slashing you.
What makes people feel sorry for the devil is that what the Ilanthil 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 bloody fight between the demon servant army and the demon defenders is almost like you slash me once, and I slash you dozens of times.
Rather than saying this is a battle, it is better to say that it is a kind of venting for both parties involved in the war. As demons, they have not had such a hearty fight in the familiar appearance for too long.
In the demon garrison's military formation, the leading demon officer held a long sword high, and the blade of the sword shone with the light of magic.
His sword slashed down with a devastating blow, and hit the giant shield held by the demonic servants of the Elanthir Empire in front of him, making a crisp clang sound.
The soldier next to the officer was pierced by the sharp spear thrust out of the gap in the shield and fell down screaming.
The officer took advantage of the situation and grabbed the pole of the spear, and with one force he pulled the spear out of the shield array.
The opponent obviously had no intention of wrestling with the demon officer, and gave up his weapon directly. The demon officer did not expect that the opponent would give up this exquisite-looking spear so easily, and immediately took several steps back in embarrassment.
He retreated into his own formation, and the soldiers in front of him were pierced by more spears thrust out of the shield formation.
Black blood sprayed on the exquisite shields of the Eilanhir Empire printed with the golden eagle emblem. These shields formed a military formation like a city wall, slowly advancing amidst the heroic drums.
The brave or desperate demon garrison soldiers used their bodies as human shields, hitting the thick shields, and tightly holding the spears that pierced them with both hands.
The following demon defenders swung their swords forward again, piercing the sword through the gap in the shield. When they pulled it out, some of the sword blades were still shiny, and some were covered with the same black blood.
A shield soldier fell, and behind the heavy shield, another young demon stepped forward with a shield. He didn't even lower his head to look at the corpse at his feet, and behind him, there were countless people stepping on the corpse.
Endless.
On the ruins in the distance, the young demon officer who had delivered the message retreated to a relatively safe position. He came here with an adjutant, and saw that his way was blocked by the attacking army of the Eilanhir Empire.
"We can't survive... An attack of this scale will definitely not break up until dark." The young demon officer swallowed, licked his dry lips with his tongue, and said to his adjutant.
"Let's go to the other side. Although it's farther, it's at least safer." The adjutant only wore armor on his body, with two daggers stuck in his waist and a long sword in his hand.
This long sword shone with a sharp cold light, but it was simple and without any decoration. From the looks of it, it was clear that this was the standard long sword of the Elanthir Empire, and it was specially issued to the demon servant army.
Any demon defender who has the ability will find a way to get himself a weapon like this. After all, on such a cruel battlefield, you can't save your life by relying on those rusty rags.
Therefore, unless a senior officer has an ancestral magic sword, the remaining demon defenders will try their best to find an enemy weapon.
Because everyone who has used them knows that these batch-forged weapons are very strong and very easy to use.
"Let's go..." The young demon officer, knowing that this was completely impossible, stood up and patted his armor twice: "Go back! Since there is a fight here, let's ask the old general to lead a flank attack.
Let’s repel the enemies here first.”
"Wonderful!" The adjutant's eyes lit up and he said in agreement: "This will give us a reason to retreat here, and at least let our troops hold on for a few more days..."
"Just one day..." The young officer sighed and walked back: "Without food, we will collapse soon!"
Before he had taken a few steps, he stopped. The adjutant following him accidentally bumped into his back.
The adjutant was on guard in a panic, and then followed the demon officer's gaze and saw a black flag rolled down from the ruins high up.
The ruins were the position they were stationed in, and that flag was the enemy's black flag...
"The position is lost!" the adjutant said sadly, then sat down on the big rock next to him, his eyes filled with disappointment.
The young officer also sighed, sat on a big rock on the side of the road, and looked at the leather pocket around his waist, which contained the letter he wanted to deliver to the commander of the temple garrison.
"Let's go! Let's take a long way to the temple." The young officer who was very familiar with the area finally cheered up. He stood up, came to the adjutant, stretched out his palm, and pulled up his comrade.
The two people disappeared one after another at the end of the alley where only the prototype was left. A few minutes after they left, soldiers from the Demonic Servant Army of the Airanhill Empire arrived.
These brightly armored warriors carefully inspected every corner here, because missing an enemy would cause casualties to those who followed.
The difference is that behind them, there are actually two human soldiers wearing power armor. They can't wait and want to decide the winner in Withollands as soon as possible...