"Boom!" As the Eiland Hill Grenadier formation passed by the road full of bomb craters in the middle of the town, a small building not far away finally collapsed under the load.
There are black craters everywhere, and there is still smoke everywhere. The air here is filled with the smell of burnt sulfur, which makes those who feel it even more convinced that this is hell.
On both sides of the street were corpses that had been cleared and piled up. The black blood of demons made these corpses hideous. The corpses of demon civilians who were originally in ragged clothes were like livestock in a slaughterhouse, piled naked on a hill.
Another small town was wiped off the map, another group of demons completely disappeared, and humanity's victory seemed to be expanding.
Tanks and armored vehicles ran over a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and had to climb up the mountain of corpses and sea of blood again to prove their strong off-road capabilities.
On the plain over there, the fire burning the corpse of the demon dog has been ignited, and there are Ailan Hill engineers wearing biohazard suits everywhere.
They must dispose of the bodies as cleanly as possible, purify the air, and eliminate possible disease dangers.
At this moment, the front-line combat troops of Eiland Hill once again took steps to start their own journey.
This time they were no longer confused, and no longer slowed down by some clever tricks of the devil. They chased the demon civilians in trouble, just like tigers chasing their prey.
At the edge of a small forest, demon civilians who had no strength to escape gathered together. Half-grown demon children and countless demon old men crowded together, looking at the human grenadiers surrounding them.
They are not a combat force. Only a few old demons have raised magic defense barriers, and some demon children still have some daggers in their hands as weapons for self-defense.
In their frightened and desperate eyes, the human grenadiers picked up the cold weapons in their hands.
Then, with a hoarse command to fire, those weapons spurted out dazzling light, flashing one after another.
Immediately afterwards, intensive "chug, chug, chug!" gunshots echoed in the sky above the small woodland. Countless black crows were frightened and flew up, squawking strangely, overlooking everything happening on the ground.
The elderly demons in the front row screamed and fell to the ground, and some of the old demon women behind them were also beaten into pieces.
Black blood spattered in all directions, splashing onto the faces of the demon children who were only as high as their knees. Before they knew what had happened, they were crushed by the adults' corpses.
"Avenge Captain Mordenbair!" A young Airan Hill soldier tore off the grenade hanging on his chest, pulled out the safety ring on it, and shouted loudly with a tearful tone.
His company commander died in the lower reaches of the Franno River and died in a tragic encounter. He can still often dream of that kind commander who is like an elder brother, who is always the first to charge and the last to retreat.
warrior.
At that time, they did not have today's advanced armor exoskeletons, nor did they have heavy assault rifles that could penetrate the magic armor of demon officers, so at that time, they really used their lives to defend their homeland.
"Think of those women and children who died in Shakeburn! Bastards! If I don't kill you, how can I be worthy of those who were eaten by you?" Another young man continued to shoot when the grenade exploded.
Stop shouting.
One after another, the demons fell in a pool of blood, and one after another the demon's children died in the demon's arms.
There is no heaven here, there is only hell, only a hell filled with hatred, no end and no hope.
The tracks of a Type 99 main battle tank ran over countless corpses. Its wide metal chains were painted black with flesh and blood. But it still kept rolling its tracks forward.
, with minced meat, fingers, and black, disgusting mud.
In the sky, a snow-white A-10 attack plane loaded with bombs flew past at low altitude. It flew over the road crowded with demons and dropped a bomb on the heads of a group of targets who had no awareness of air defense.
There was a message written on this bomb, written in crooked handwriting: To those idiots who attacked our soldiers on the Mullen River defense line!
The bomb hit the ground with a long whistle, and suddenly dispersed before hitting the ground. More than a dozen bombs broke away from the projectile body and fell into the crowd like raindrops.
Then, in just a moment, the flames of the explosion devoured all life here. A series of explosions dismembered all the demons on the road. After the bloody storm, only a bloody corpse was left on the ground.
Eiland Hill's attack planes are like agricultural planes that hover over farms, spraying pesticides and clearing away thousands of pests.
Of course, these are just the beginning. No matter how intense the air force's bombing is, it will only kill some demons.
The true and comprehensive task of annihilating demons must ultimately be left to the army. These soldiers of Airan Hill, who are fully armed with mechanization, are the main force in this battle of revenge.
They took various vehicles to catch up with the demonic civilians retreating eastward, and then easily killed these demons, leaving no one behind.
In three days, Elanthil used various weapons to eliminate approximately 3 million demons of different types, and destroyed all demon villages and cities found.
Hundreds of thousands of Elansil troops cut away all the demons in the areas they occupied like mowing grass. They drove these demon refugees eastward, driving them beyond the maximum area they could control.
About seven or eight demon officers were ordered to lead their civilians to surrender, and almost all of them were annihilated. After realizing that he had given the demons ten minutes to retreat, Burrison chased the retreating demons for three days.
In fact, basically none of the demons in the town escaped at that time. In the past few days, the ones Burrison was chasing were actually demonic civilians who had fled further away.
This captain-commander, who thought he was very humane, used his actual actions to explain what it means to be pretentious.
His troops advanced more than 130 kilometers eastward and stopped their advance exactly 1,100 kilometers away from the new port of Stoffel on the west coast.
Along the way, he and his troops captured a demonic city and personally destroyed all the demonic villages and towns they passed by.
Among the ruins on the ground, Parison sat on a rubble of the city wall to rest. Not far from him, there were dozens of demon corpses lying. The blood of these corpses was still flowing.
A few minutes ago, Burlison personally shot and killed these demons with his hands raised in the air. He was holding a cigarette numbly, enjoying the moment of tranquility after the killing.