"Order all Demon Generals to dispatch! Dispatch them all! Fly to the opponent's beachhead! Kill me! Kill me!" Seeing that the situation had become one-sided, the Commander-in-Chief of the Demon Generals drew out the long sword from his waist,
He gave the order to attack everyone around him.
He now knew that it was unrealistic to sit at the top of the city and wait for the slow-moving Makasilo Floating City to reach the human defense position, or approach the coastline.
If he insists on continuing to fight in this way, the last chance of victory will be gone from him.
Therefore, he thoughtfully drew out the long sword from his waist and prepared to personally lead the high-level demon troops to the human defense line and create enough trouble for the opponent!
This choice also had his little calculation in it - he felt that as long as the high-level demons destroyed those large war weapons that could threaten the Makasilo Floating City, humans would have nothing to fear.
In fact, in a sense, his idea is indeed correct. As long as those terrible war machines of mankind are destroyed, then mankind's combat effectiveness is indeed nothing to fear.
A human without weapons may not be as threatening as a wolf. Even the most well-trained warrior has no advantage at all when facing a demon dog.
Not to mention, the demon also has more advanced demon soldiers, and the combat effectiveness of these demon soldiers is much more powerful than the demon dogs.
"Sir, our landing force has not yet landed on the opponent's coastline in time. Is it appropriate to send out elite troops at this time?" Black Shadow asked with some worry.
"What do you know? If we don't step up our attack, no matter how many elites we have, we will have no chance to launch a new round of attack!" the Demon General explained impatiently.
He looked at the demonic warships under his feet that had been sunk a lot. Those warships that were in chaos still had few that could approach the coastline of Eiland Hill.
What made him even more annoyed was that, according to his judgment, those high-speed human naval fleets that surrounded and annihilated his decoy interceptor fleet were already close to them by calculation.
When those terrifying warships arrive, there will be no way to continue his battle.
Maybe, the Makasilo floating city in front of us won't even be able to crash into a human city.
After carefully calculating the power in his hands, the demon commander decided to take the lead in using elite troops to attack the human defense line, and disrupt some human defense deployments at the cost of losses.
After all, no matter what, only by disrupting human combat arrangements and causing surprises for the opponent can he have the opportunity to escape from the interlocking traps of human beings and fight a battle more suitable for his side at his own pace.
Of course, his calculation ideas are all good, but only God knows how effective they will be.
On the sea, white tracks appeared in the sight of the demon fleet. On these demon warships full of soldiers, the soldiers leaning on the side of the ship widened their eyes and saw the demons coming from the water.
The number of conventional submarines in Eiland Hill is much greater than the number of nuclear submarines. Not only are they in the fleet that defends the port, but there are also independent submarine brigade, using wolf pack tactics to carry out strangulation operations against the devil's maritime supply lines.
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As for the Northern Fleet, because it has only been restored recently, the number of submarines is more than the number of surface ships.
These conventional submarines, which usually cannot keep up with nuclear submarines and can only cruise offshore in most cases, now have the prey they have been waiting for for a long time.
Dozens of conventionally powered submarines have been waiting underwater for a long time. After the demon fleet entered the ambush circle, they began their attack.
If one submarine launches two torpedoes, dozens of submarines can launch more than a hundred torpedoes to attack simultaneously.
Even if there are torpedoes that attack the same target, these more than one hundred torpedoes are enough to sink more than seventy demon warships.
"That, that is a human 'torpedo'!" A demon officer shouted out a word that was still relatively unfamiliar to him.
Torpedo, this borrowed word was coined by Alan Hill himself. It is exactly the same as tank, kilometer and other words, and has never appeared on this continent.
However, with the expansion of Elanthir and the retelling and propaganda before the surrender of the puppet empire, the devil has also begun to use these new words "created" by Elanthir on a large scale.
Hearing the word "torpedo", other people's expressions suddenly changed - most demons are not afraid of death, and if they can die for the source of magic, they will feel that their death is worthy. But they don't want to die in such an unclear way.
Isn’t this place a waste of time?
If they were allowed to fight with each other with weapons and then die bloody battles, they would disapprove of it - but only fools would be willing to let them die without even seeing the enemy's face, right?
"Accelerate! Full left rudder! Avoid! Hurry! Avoid!" Someone shouted desperately on the deck. Seeing the white track vertical to the side, he had a close contact with the battleship he was on.
"Boom!" A huge explosion resounded across the sky, and a huge water column rose from the sea, lifting the entire demon battleship up.
Due to the gravity at both ends of the battleship, the battleship broke in the middle, and then because the water surface fell back, the bulging part in the middle fell back into the water again, and a large amount of seawater poured in instantly.
The bow of the ship held on to the railing on the side of the ship. The demon officer who had not been thrown away tried to stand up in embarrassment, but found that his sense of balance had been completely lost.
He staggered and stood up holding the railing of the ship's side. Before he could stand still, he saw another violent explosion on the broken stern of the ship.
Just by looking at the light blue light, one could tell that it was the magical power core of the stern that exploded due to the vibration. After a moment, the entire stern that had been broken and disconnected exploded and turned into countless tiny fragments, falling into the surrounding area.
On the rough sea.
This demonic officer only saw the explosion because he had lost hearing in his ears. The sound of the torpedo explosion just now made him unable to hear any sound, and all he could think of was hundreds of bees circling and swooping.
Because a large amount of seawater poured into the broken place, the deck at the front of the demon warship also began to tilt. The fixed chain of a huge siege vehicle parked on the deck broke, and the huge body of the vehicle ran over him unconscious.
The manned demon soldiers slid towards the center of the broken hull.
Immediately afterwards, carrying the corpses of hundreds of demon soldiers, this huge siege vehicle fell into the sea and disappeared in the whirlpool in an instant.
More seawater poured into the imperfect compartments of the Demon Battleship. As more and more water entered, the remaining half of the battleship began to tilt more and more.
The not-sharp bow of the ship was raised high, and the part that was originally underwater was exposed to the surface. The marine life adsorbed on the ship's hull also saw the light of day again at this moment.
He grabbed the railing next to him tightly and watched as a demon soldier beside him screamed and slid down the deck into the swirling sea water. The demon officer hurriedly pulled off the armor on his body.
It has to be said that the thick armor that can protect one's life from the enemy's sword has turned into a life-threatening yoke at this moment. It has to be said that it is simply a kind of irony.
Seeing the battleship sinking, the sea surface with floating broken boards and some tatters was getting closer and closer to him. The demon officer who had just pulled off the arm guard on his arm and had not had time to take off his breastplate closed his eyes in despair.
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The constantly turning, cold and desperate sea water rushed towards him. He and the railing he was holding were swallowed up, and they never surfaced again.
"Should I shout long live the source of magic?" The demon officer, who had his eyes closed as the world was spinning, felt the sea water soaking into his nostrils and pressing into his heart and lungs, and thought wildly with his last consciousness.
However, before he could find an answer to his random thoughts, the boundless darkness swallowed him up. Following him, there were also struggling demon soldiers in various postures who sank with him.
Just when the demon warship sank, hundreds of demon soldiers holding long swords and having flesh wings behind them flew out of the floating city of Makasilo.
At almost the same time, the third salvo of Airancier's electromagnetic gun hit Makashiro. The entire city's front was collapsing, and there were explosions everywhere.
Along with the desperate explosion and collapse, the height of Macashilo also dropped little by little. Demons in the city were hiding everywhere, cracks appeared on the streets, and some towering magic towers began to break.
Like the sunk Ventilsa, this floating city is beginning to show signs of collapse. Even a huge city with a width of several kilometers cannot sustain for long under the attack of a large-caliber electromagnetic gun.
The high-level demons who flew out also saw the way Macashilo was hit behind them. They roared and charged towards the human-controlled coastline, preparing to cause some trouble for their opponents.
Under their feet were demon warships that had accelerated towards the coastline. These battleships were filled with demon officers and soldiers who were ready to vent their anger.
On the other side, in front of the human embankment, vine flags were lined up. Farai was riding on the back of his unicorn, squinting at the high-level demon army attacking in the distance.
Then, he slowly raised his arm. Behind him, hundreds of elven archers held up long bows with exquisitely carved patterns. The arrows made of expensive wood were set on a
On the mithril finger, the arrow flashes with the light of various magics.
Suddenly, Farai's arm slashed forward, and countless magic arrows flew towards the black clouds above the demon's head like a brilliant rainbow.
