"Hold on! Hold on!" A demon garrison shouted desperately, cheering up his soldiers, hoping that they could withstand the attacks of the servants of the Eilanhir Empire.
The ground has long been stained black with blood, and demon corpses have piled up like mountains. There are broken limbs and broken arms everywhere. Some demons are not dead yet, lying on the ground whimpering and howling.
The two sides did not even look at the wounded lying on the ground. They stepped over the bodies of these wounded, and then waved their weapons, creating more blood, more corpses, and more broken limbs.
arms and more wounded.
The Demonic Servants of the Airanhir Empire had no plans to retreat this time. They organized offensive formations one after another, exerting pressure forward regardless of losses.
At this moment, the thick courtyard wall could no longer stop the attack of the Demon Servant Army. Hundreds of Demon Servant Army soldiers had already rushed through the narrowest position. They even connected the gaps in the two walls into one, and in the courtyard
He occupied a position here.
They stepped on the corpses and kept moving forward. Behind them, a T-99 main battle tank from the Eilanhir Empire rushed over, using its body to collapse the crumbling wall between the two gaps.
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In the rising smoke and dust, with broken bricks from the wall hanging on the tank body, it began to reverse with increased power.
As soon as the tank retreated, countless demon servant soldiers rushed in through this huge gap with long swords raised high.
Because the gap was so big, more and more demon servant soldiers rushed in, so the position on the courtyard wall became a bit undefendable.
The demonic officer who had been shouting to resist just now saw that there was nothing he could do, and finally ordered the soldiers surrounding him: "Retreat! Withdraw into the inner courtyard! Quickly!"
The entire Magic Temple in Withollands has two walls. The inner courtyard wall is not as tall and strong as the outer courtyard wall.
After all, the outer courtyard wall seems to also take into account some defense needs, while the inner courtyard wall is purely for beauty and partition.
Therefore, those courtyard walls will collapse as long as they are bumped into casually. They are not as easy to defend as the courtyard wall outside.
But something is better than nothing. Seeing that there is no danger to defend the courtyard, if you don't rely on the wall of the inner courtyard to fight to the death, then if you stay in this large square with ventilation from all sides, you will have no choice but to wait for death.
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As a result, the armored demon defenders turned around and began to retreat, leaving some demons behind who were quickly killed by the fully armored servants.
At this time, in a crater in the yard, in a temporary position that had been reinforced with soil and rubble, a Maxim machine gun from the Devil's defenders opened fire.
A demon held the handle of the machine gun with both hands and pointed the water-cooled muzzle at the unsuspecting demon servants. He pulled the trigger, and the deputy shooter next to him helped him put the bullet chain into the barrel of the machine gun.
Inside.
"Thud, thud, thud!" The sound of continuous machine gun firing sounded, and bullets shot into the ranks of the demon servants like raindrops.
In just a moment, the demon servant soldiers fell on their backs. The demons hit by bullets fell to the ground. Some demons raised their shields, but they could not escape death.
"Go to hell! Traitor! Traitor!" The face of the devil shooter who held down the trigger was filled with madness. He was here just to cut off the rear for his comrades. The defenders had been suppressing the use of this precious machine gun. The reason was
That's it.
"Tu tu tu tu!" Without any mercy or hesitation, the machine gun opened fire wildly, killing at least thirty poor servant soldiers in a short time.
More demons were shot and fell. They had no time to chase down the retreating demon defenders, or even retreat outside the courtyard wall. They fell down one after another and died one after another.
"Click..." Suddenly, the machine gun stopped making a continuous clicking sound, light smoke emitted from the muzzle, and inexplicably stopped.
"What's going on? Why is it stuck?" The demon shooter who pulled the bolt and wanted to troubleshoot looked at his machine gun and didn't know what to do for a while.
The deputy shooter helped pull the canvas belt with force, but in the rush, he couldn't pull the jammed bullet out of the gun.
There was no way, as the devil's industry collapsed bit by bit with the war, the imitation weapons also lost quality bit by bit.
I won’t mention dumb bombs anymore. It’s a bitter tear when I mention them. Every time soldiers on the front line fire more than a dozen bullets, they may encounter a useless bomb that doesn’t fire. This kind of thing is no longer the case.
What a secret.
What is even more depressing is that the length of many bullets will have errors due to poor workmanship when installing the warhead. If the error is large, jamming will occur.
The rifle is fine. Anyway, it fires one round after another. If it jams, it jams. But when this happens to the machine gun, it really makes people want to cry.
Of course, the bullets cannot be entirely blamed...because no one can tell whether there will be problems with the internal parts of the imitation machine guns.
After all, if there is a problem with a weapon on the battlefield, ninety-nine times the person involved will not be able to trouble the bastards who produced the weapon.
Just as the two shooters were busy troubleshooting machine gun malfunctions, a huge black shadow enveloped them. As the black shadow became larger and larger, the surrounding soil began to roll down the slope of the crater due to vibrations.
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The two men realized something. They suddenly raised their heads and saw two rolling tank tracks, pressing towards them and their machine guns.
The screams were buried by the noise made by the tank's more than 1,500-horsepower diesel engine, leaving only one arm trembling outside the track.
The deputy shooter who luckily avoided the tracks finally saw the blue sky again after the tank ran over, but the next second he was no longer in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery.
Because, standing next to the crater were soldiers of the Demon Servant Army wearing armor who had just managed to escape from the muzzle of a machine gun.
"Wait... wait a minute! I, I surrender!" He tried to raise his hands, and then was stepped on the chest by a servant soldier who rushed down the crater.
He fell on his back, and the foot stepped heavily on his chest. Before he could scream, the sharp sword was inserted into his face.
Then, another sharp sword pierced his stomach, and then another long sword pierced his chest.