Demon generals were once selected based on their personal combat prowess. For example, demon generals such as Salux who fought against humans in the past were all individuals with strong combat prowess.
Later, these high-ranking generals of the demon race basically died in the battle against the Ailanhir Empire.
Later, the selection system for the demon generals was very interesting. They had their own veteran generals with strong fighting abilities, such as Fan Kefaer, who was a demon veteran who followed the demon king Aresia.
Therefore, his personal combat effectiveness is very strong, not even much weaker than the Imperial Deputy Prime Minister Alves.
But now the middle-level officers who command the demon troops, including many senior generals, are promoted based on the results of military academy selection and training.
Dolenotier is such a being. He was a noble general of the Demon Clan before, and his combat effectiveness is very high.
But later, he participated in the military academy training of the Airanhill Empire, applied for the command department, graduated with excellent results, and was eventually assigned to serve in the demon army.
Dolenotier has always been committed to improving the status of the demon army within the imperial system, and he is also one of the few demons who is loyal to the emperor wholeheartedly.
This is a very interesting thing. The demons are extremely loyal to the empire, but the subjects of this loyalty are actually very different.
For example, General Fan Kefaer is a typical old demon. While he is loyal to His Majesty the Emperor, he is also loyal to the Empire, the origin of magic, and the Demon Archduke Aresia.
This kind of loyalty is complicated, and it also proves that the demons are entangled to a certain extent. Many demons are like this. Part of the reason why they are loyal to Chris is because Chris is also the origin of magic.
Dolenotier is different. He is completely loyal to Chris. His loyalty to Chris is based on a firm cult of personality.
As an imperial general, Dolenotier worships Chris and regards him as his idol. Therefore, he is also one of the few demon generals who shouts "long live our emperor" when saluting.
The other demon generals either shouted "Long Live the Origin of Magic" or "Long Live the Empire". Anyway, the names were all weird.
Of course, this situation is not unique to the demons. The elf general Farai is loyal to the Elanthir Empire, while Merion is loyal to Chris himself.
Because it is impossible to determine which person is better to be loyal to, it is impossible to say which person is more loyal to the emperor. Generals who are loyal to the emperor may become half-hearted towards the successor emperor; while generals who are loyal to the empire may choose to refuse to stand with the emperor in the face of justice.
together.
In short, this kind of thing depends entirely on the emperor's personal status. If the emperor is strong, then these generals with various ideas will obey his orders; but if the emperor is weak and incompetent, then these generals will inevitably have evil intentions.
Dolenotier was standing in his headquarters at this moment, looking at the places on the holographic map that were flashing with red light.
Those places are the defense lines that the Watcher troops are attacking. The fighting between the two sides is very fierce, and the defense lines being attacked are also in danger.
The Watchers' troops on Higgs 11 are actually very large, even to the point of astonishing.
Previously, Dolenotier had directly rewarded the Watcher's troops with 10 nuclear bombs in accordance with the specifications in the campaign manual. The calculated result was that the opponent's losses were about 10%.
Those were ten nuclear bombs with an equivalent of one million tons. They hit the area where the opponent's troops were densely stationed. They only reduced the opponent's force by 10%!
What is even more depressing is that according to the calculation model, the time it takes for the opponent to replenish lost troops is about one day.
In other words, after one day, the opponent can return to today's total strength, or even a little more.
So, Dolenotier gritted his teeth and dropped 20 more nuclear bombs in one breath, finally reducing the opponent's strength to about 70% of its original strength.
Then the battle broke out, and his first-line defense troops only lasted for 40 minutes before being forced to give up their first-line defense positions.
This result is also surprising. After all, it was previously expected that this peripheral defense line could last at least one day.
Although he decisively ordered the troops stationed there to abandon that position immediately, Dolenotier was still the strongest guarding troops and made a rough judgment.
So, he decided to imitate Medias and use a turtle tactic. He would stick to every position and resist step by step, allowing the watchers to spend the most time occupying Higgs 11.
Dolenotier did not have the strong and tenacious defensive command and dispatching ability of Medeas. He felt that all he could do was to hold on here to the last soldier.
Anyway, the Empire has no hope of relying on the number of troops to compete with the Watchers. He only needs to delay as much time as possible to gain valuable strategic response opportunities for the Empire.
When Taiyi enters service, the enemy's numerical advantage may be offset, and by that time, the Watchers will no longer be able to threaten His Majesty the Emperor's eternal life.
"The opponent's strength advantage is too obvious, and we can't compete with each other. Frankly speaking, the demons are not good at this kind of battle." A demon counselor stood beside Dolenotier with some annoyance and complained.
Another staff officer also nodded, feeling that this battle was really frustrating: "If we can lose troops regardless of the cost, then even if two are exchanged for one, we will be willing to bear the loss. But now, our losses represent
In order to send more troops to the enemy, this makes us uncomfortable."
Dolenotier was still staring at the holographic map in front of him, looking at the main attack directions of the enemy's attack, and said: "I know, if there is no difficulty, how could your Majesty entrust us with such an important task?"
"Sir, the defense line of the Demonic 5th Armored Division has been breached by the enemy conquerors. I have conveyed your order to send reinforcements from the 1st Armored Division... The losses have been great, but no matter what, we must take the lost positions.
Grab it back!" The adjutant came over and spoke to Doleno Jie Hui.
"Very good, protect the swordsmen and human grenadiers as much as possible, and let our people bear the casualties as much as possible." Dolenotier nodded, and spoke to his several staff officers and commanders.
An officer immediately nodded and replied: "We understand that we are already doing this. However, the human commanders do not feel that they are special. They are still actively asking for battle."
"Use our troops first. Don't push the human troops up unless absolutely necessary." Dolenotier said thoughtfully.
Hill lowered his body as low as possible and watched a four-armed sweeper leap out of the trench not far away. He had already been prepared and shot the opponent's body.
The sweeper was pierced by the bullet and fell on his back. The sweeper behind him began to attack where Hill was, and black energy balls hit him like raindrops.
These energy groups lifted up the soil in front of Hill and blew the cracked concrete fragments into the sky.
The gravel crackled on the armor above Hill's head, making a clanking sound. Hill lay down as much as possible, putting his body as close to the bottom of the trench as he crawled to another gap in the distance.
This was the second time he had seen such powerful firepower. The first time he had seen such firepower was when the Elanthir Empire attacked the Demon Realm.
At that time, he was also the one who was beaten. He was lying like this at the bottom of the trench, like an insect struggling in the mud.
"Why am I so miserable... I am the one who gets beaten every time... Damn it." He muttered as he reached the gap designed for concealed firing.
The difference from the last time is that this time he has the same powerful weapon that can kill enemies from a distance, so this time he can not only be beaten, but can also fight back.
This is actually a huge difference. There is a big difference between having the hope of counterattack and not having any means to destroy the enemy.
As long as the soldiers are given hope of destroying the enemy, who is willing to surrender easily? At this moment, Hill once again picked up the weapon in his hand and aimed at the target in the distance.
"Boom, boom, boom!" He pulled the trigger again and ejected all the remaining bullets in the magazine.
In front of him, seven or eight sweepers fell, and the rest swarmed forward to fill the gap in the attack formation.
Subconsciously touching his waist, Hill found that his magazine had been exhausted. Now he was running out of ammunition, and a few minutes ago, he just saw with his own eyes that the puppet robot transporting ammunition was hit and scrapped.
Fell in the trench.
"The nearest supply point is 110 meters away, the nearest supply point is 110 meters away..." The electronic mechanical voice kept reminding, but Hill no longer had the energy to deal with these things.
He had already drawn out the lightsaber from his waist and cut off a sweeper who had jumped into the trench. Hand-to-hand combat had begun, and now it was a life-and-death fight of flesh and blood.
"...Ha!" Ignoring the splatter of blood, he stood up in the trench that had been mostly destroyed by the explosion. In front of him, there were countless densely packed sweepers.
Just like those heroes who kill zombies in TV series, Hill never thought that one day he would become such a person.
In the past, demons actually swarmed up like this when facing enemies. Now Hill knew how unwilling and desperate those masters who were overwhelmed by demon dogs were before they died.
"Warning! Left shoulder is damaged! Warning! Left shoulder is damaged!" The computer beeps reminded Hill again and again that he was now in great danger.
He could feel the sweeper stabbing him in the ribs, and he could feel the enemy knocking his shoulder armor away. But he couldn't care about it anymore, because he was swinging his lightsaber and slashing away directly in front of him.
one enemy after another.
Hill knew that he would eventually fall, and now he was just using the last moments of his life to serve his country loyally.
Finally, the lightsaber in his hand began to become shorter due to exhaustion of energy, but the sweeper in front of him did not decrease at all.
The next second, a sweeper rushed forward. At this critical moment, a series of gunshots knocked away the gathered sweepers.
A human also wearing a mecha jumped into the trench, followed by more soldiers. Most of these soldiers had sharp flying swords hanging on their shoulders.
"Are you okay?" A swordsman from the Sky Sword Sect pulled Hill up from the ground and asked loudly.
"It's okay!" Hill took a deep breath and said to his comrades who came to support him: "Thank you... thank you."
"You're welcome!" The swordsman of the Sky Sword Sect handed one of his energy batteries to Hill, lifted his mask, and said, "This armor is so useful, I like this feeling so much.
"
His armor is much stronger than Hill's. After all, as a human, the power mechas assigned to him are much more elite than the demons' power mechas.
"Boom!" Just as they were talking, an electromagnetic tank beside them crossed the trench and fired a shell not far behind them.
"Drink!" Several swordsmen from the Heavenly Sword Sect jumped up high, condensing huge lightsabers in front of them, and directly swept across the battlefield in front of them.
Like chopping melons and vegetables, they wiped out all the sweepers who had gotten close to the defense line of the Elanthir Empire.
After all, it was a new force that had just joined the battlefield. The combat effectiveness of this reinforcement force was really different from that of Hill's force, which had been fighting fiercely on the front line for more than two hours.
What's more, the equipment of these troops is obviously more powerful. The electromagnetic tanks they are equipped with are advanced weapons that Hill's troops do not have.
This is just the power mecha equipped by the Skyward Sword Sect. If it were the more core Grenadiers of the Airanhill Empire, that kind of army composed of old mortals, the new equipment on those power mechas would really make people imagine.
Incredibly powerful.
In order to protect these veterans who have followed the empire all the way to this day, the weapons department of the Airanhill Empire has really spared no effort.
Finally, the counterattack force from the Eilanhir Empire arrived, and the sweeper's offensive tide gradually receded.
"I'm sorry, we came here voluntarily for reinforcements... I can't help it, the superiors didn't approve it." The commander of this mixed force, which was probably a combined battalion, stood in front of the commander of Hill's unit, feeling a little embarrassed.
Said with a smile.
"We have not received an order for reinforcements, but as an independent battalion, we can make a basic judgment on the battle situation without applying." Holding his helmet, the human commander said.
He sighed and continued to the extremely grateful Demon Clan officer: "In fact, my father died in the war against the Demon Clan, but today you stand here and fight for Ailanthir.
I will regard you as my comrade-in-arms."
The demon commander stood at attention and saluted, expressing his gratitude: "I know that saying sorry is of no use...so, I will fight until the last moment."
"For the love of Lancile!" the human officer held his head high.
"Long live the empire!" the demon officer solemnly responded.