On the other side of the world, stepping on the damaged sword, looking at the deformed armor fragments, and the dried blood on the ground, Saphiral pressed the long sword on his waist, with nothing on his face.
expression.
He hasn't spoken for a long time. Ever since Ronsardele was sacrificed on the Grecken front, he rarely spoke, and that's still the case until now.
The Battle of the Pass is still going on, but the situation has developed in a direction that is favorable to Greken. A special operations force from Eiland Hill arrived in time to help the Greken defenders there stabilize the situation.
Unfortunately, before that, an old magician had already died in Grecken, and a memorial meeting for that old magician was being held here at the battlefield.
The memorial service on the battlefield could not have been more crude, but it still made Saphiral feel heavy and uncomfortable.
Right where he was standing, just behind him, an M4 tank from Eiland Hill rumbled past. The rolling tracks were covered with mud. What did Sappiral think of the golden eagle emblem?
How awkward.
Yes, he doesn't like Elanthir. He has always felt that mortals are just mortals. Only great magicians are qualified to participate in the sacred war against demons.
What embarrasses him is that the great magicians cannot win the sacred war against demons. They now need to rely on mortal power to stabilize their defenses.
The time and opportunity that Saint Ronzadelai fought for with his own life could not be taken advantage of by Gray Ken - Sapphiral stood there, listening to the sound of the engines of the reinforcements coming from Eilandhir behind him.
There was a sound, but what he saw in his eyes was the devastation of the entire Grecken.
Wallan Pass is full of ruins, collapsed walls, and countless corpses piled here. The troops who finally got a breather and supported each other told Sapphiral about the tragedy of this battle.
Not far away, huge war machines that were too late to move away when the demons retreated were paralyzed on the battlefield. These giant tanks, which were made based on the tanks of Alan Hill, were covered with barbs, like an enlarged
a7v tank.
It's just that this huge tank doesn't have artillery, not even a magic cannon, just a giant trebuchet.
What is annoying is that there are some long spears stuck in front of the paralyzed war machine. On top of those spears, there are still the corpses of some Grecken giant horse cavalry that have been dead for a long time.
"General... we..." A magician came over, looked at the Ailan Hill armored troops that were not supposed to be here, frowned and said to Saphiral: "We should defend our country.
What's the point of bringing these mortals here?"
"Shut up!" Sapphiral interrupted the other party's words coldly, his tone full of disgust and sorrow: "The opportunity that Saint Longzadelai gave his life to fight for, who dares to waste it with my own hands?"
Kill him!"
When the senior magician who originally wanted to say a few more words heard this, he looked at Sapphiral's expression, which was already extremely ugly, and swallowed, but after all, he still didn't say anything.
The backbone of this country has left forever a few hours ago. Everyone has their own ideas, and everyone will lead to different endings because of these ideas.
Another armored vehicle rumbled past behind Sappiral. The Elanshir armored soldier sitting on it looked down at the ancient armies wearing armor, his eyes filled with confusion and disdain.
Of course he didn't know why these troops still maintained such backward equipment, and he certainly didn't know what the people in front of him had experienced in the past few hours.
These soldiers who used cold weapons used their bodies, the swords in their hands, and the armor they wore to fight bravely and tenaciously against enemies ten times more powerful than themselves, and persisted until reinforcements arrived.
The commander and gunner sitting on the tank, when passing by those giant demon war machines, frowned and looked at the corpses of their fellow human beings hung on spears.
"Why are these demons doing this?" The gunner, who was leaning on the hatch of the tank, felt so sick that he almost vomited out the lunch he had just eaten.
The dried red blood on those spears was shocking in the sunlight, and those lifeless bodies just hung there, making people unable to bear to look directly at them.
"How do I know?" The commander covered his mouth with his hand and lowered his voice and replied: "I think the devil hates us. They must hate us very much... They want us to die."
"You're right, they hate us." The gunner nodded and agreed with the commander: "Besides, we hate them too."
"Yes, we hate them too." The commander looked at the corpses of the Griken soldiers that had not been sorted out, and repeated the commander's words: "I can't wait to kill all these damn demons with my own hands!"
Not far from here, dozens of Eiland Hill grenadiers were holding their AK-47 assault rifles, surrounding a demon soldier who was struggling to his death.
The opponent waved the long sword in his hand and roared loudly at the Airan Hill soldiers wearing tactical vests and new helmets.
The demon has a mouth full of sharp teeth, and the black blood on his body makes him look a little embarrassed. This is a wounded demon, roaring loudly, struggling to death under the hail of bullets.
The surrounding Airan Hill soldiers had no intention of capturing prisoners. They held their own weapons and kept firing, allowing the dense bullets to restrict the movement of the demon soldier.
They didn't dare to get close, they just used various weapons to consume each other's lives. The demon soldier was covered in wounds by bullets, and black blood continued to flow from those wounds as he moved.
"Thud, thud, thud!" Suddenly, a leading Airan Hill veteran caught the air strike and hit the demon's neck and face with a row of bullets. The vital parts were suddenly hit, and the dying demon finally suffered a tragic blow.
He screamed and lay down on his back on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, those Ailan Hill soldiers who had controlled the distance just now and refused to move forward easily swarmed forward, trampled the fallen demon under their feet, and fired many more guns.
At first, the fallen demon tried to stand up, but then he lost his voice and just lay there, shaking slightly from the bullets.
Farther away, some demon dogs in twos and threes were being chased by Airan Hill's armed helicopters. Engines roared in the sky, and the sound of Vulcan cannons echoed one after another. The demon troops completely lost the momentum they had when they attacked Wolan Pass.
, was chased by Airan Hill's Army Aviation Force.
However, farther away, the devil's troops have not completely retreated. They are still gathering and preparing to launch a larger attack.
The demon troops still have an absolute advantage in terms of numbers, and only part of the demon troops were repulsed. The remaining demon troops will continue to attack until the Wolan Pass is captured.
The main reason why they did not attack immediately is because the 9th Army Group of Airan Hill is launching a counterattack on the northern front, and the flanks of the entire demon offensive force are threatened.
The demons have no intention of retreating, and of course humans are refusing to give in. As more and more Ailanshir combat troops arrive, the demon troops find that the opponents in front of them are becoming more and more difficult to deal with.
Yes, it's becoming more and more difficult to mess with - just a few minutes ago, Alan Hill's ultra-long-range rockets carried a large number of cluster bombs and attacked the devil's follow-up troops.
In just a few seconds, three organized teams of ten thousand demons were reduced to several square kilometers of minced meat under the attack of cluster bombs.
When the demons retreated a little, some strange rockets landed between the two armies.
Then the demonic troops began to fight back, and then they discovered that those strange, unexploded rockets were actually carrying various landmines.
Eiland Hill's engineers quickly laid mines with rockets, and in a short period of about ten minutes, more than 4,000 landmines were deployed to parts of the area between the two armies.
These mines quickly blocked contact between the two sides, which is why there are still demon troops attacking in the distance, but the demon troops nearby seem to have been wiped out.
Taking advantage of the precious time bought by the engineers and the air force, the ground forces of Eiland Hill have begun to deploy new defensive positions at the Wolan Pass.
Behind these positions, excavators quickly dug the hiding holes needed by the tanks, and ordinary soldiers wielding shovels were also working hard. They were preparing to repair their defenses before the devil's next attack.
Because they were built temporarily, these fortifications basically had no roof cover, so of course there was no absolute safety.
As long as the construction is completed before the next demonic attack and the infantry has its own bunker, the project will be considered completely completed.
"The demons have launched an attack! Do you hear the sound of those mines exploding? We are the closest line of defense to the demons! Enter combat status immediately! Hurry!" A voice sounded from the distant position, reminding his subordinates.
After hearing his order, these soldiers worked faster. They piled bags of filled sandbags directly in front of the trench, forming a long parapet with a unique shape.
Behind this parapet, hundreds of Airan Hill soldiers are sorting out their weapons. They are preparing for the next battle. Next, they will block the demon's attack and eliminate those demons before the attack.
on the road.
Behind these soldiers, one M4 tank after another stopped behind the reverse slope. Somewhere behind, there were Grecken soldiers who were collecting corpses with their heads down. Behind these soldiers, they were unrecognizable.
Walls of Wallan Pass.
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