"What a clean day." The heavy armored grenadiers who had just established a forward defensive position were leaning on the trenches they had built, admiring the clean sky in front of them.
Today's weather is really good. There is not even a single white cloud in the sky. The devil's sun exudes warm light in the sky, giving this slightly cooler season a warm atmosphere.
It can be said that this is a good weather for outings, and of course it is also a good weather for doing many things.
For example, this kind of weather is very suitable for bombing. Without cloud cover, the bombing effect of bombers will be very good.
In addition, such weather is also very suitable for an attack. It is a pity that most of the expeditionary forces of the Eilanhill Empire have stopped attacking today because they have reached the farthest point of the attack plan.
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"The army's weather forecast unit also said that there will be a cold wave today... Are you kidding me? There is no intention of raining at all." A soldier sat in the trench holding his assault rifle, enjoying the rare peace.
The area had been cleaned up, there was no smell of the unpleasant corpse in the air, and the corpse of the succubus they had just seen was still in their minds, so it was really a good time to eat.
Along the way, they didn't eat any decent meals. They had no time to eat or prepare food, and they were in no mood to eat the food they brought on top of a pile of corpses.
So, these soldiers are now using their own portable self-heating food to make a very hearty lunch.
This kind of packaged food can be heated by itself as long as you pour some water on it. Although it doesn't taste very good, it is nutritionally balanced and has plenty of calories.
With such food, you can still have hot meals even in places where there is no way to make a fire.
It's just that these meals are not that delicious. Their taste, to describe the complaints of the ground troops, is: "It tastes so bad that it feels like chewing an old man's heel."
"Those meteorological troops? Just listen to them. Their forecasts are accurate almost twice out of ten times." The experienced squad leader sitting next to the soldier explained with a smile.
This kind of local weather forecast is actually very random. It is normal to be inaccurate. It is a miracle if it is accurate.
However, this situation is also improving, and Ailan Hill's technical troops are gradually being improved. Their work is complex and boring, so it requires a lot of experience accumulation to improve.
"Bang!" A gunshot echoed in the open area, causing all the heavy armored grenadiers who were preparing lunch to frown.
From the sound of gunshots, you can tell that they are precision shooters directly under the company's jurisdiction, using their own sniper rifles to hit targets in the distance.
This kind of sudden gunshots is not surprising to everyone. After all, the precision shooters in the army are responsible for guarding the troops. They will often ambush near the guard posts and open fire to kill some wandering demons.
Those demons were actually the ones who slipped through the net, daring to come out looking for food or to see if the humans were gone. They couldn't have noticed the human snipers hundreds of meters away, so they wouldn't know what hit them on the head even if they died.
A mess.
"Bang!" Just as everyone continued to heat up the food in their hands, another sudden gunshot echoed in the sky.
"What's going on?" Before Burrison could put down the self-heating field food set in his hand, he heard the anxious voice of a guard soldier coming from the earphones: "Captain! Captain Burrerson! Our position is right in front!
There's a demon...damn it, I can't kill it!"
Hearing the shouts of his men, Burlison quickly dropped what he was holding, grabbed the assault rifle beside him, leaned out of the trench bunker, and looked at the open space on the other side of the forest.
There, a figure wearing a white magic robe was walking step by step towards the direction of Burlison.
"Keep firing! Don't panic!" Burrison pressed the intercom and loudly ordered his subordinates: "Signal Corps! Contact the armored vehicle troops behind you... and ask them to fire!"
"Bang!" Another gunshot echoed in the wilderness. When the bullet was about to hit the man in white robe, it hit a thick magic defense barrier and was bounced far away.
That is a large-caliber sniper rifle, with a bullet caliber of 15 mm, and its destructive power is considerable. It can even penetrate the magic defense barrier used by ordinary magicians. Even if it cannot penetrate, it will not be bounced away so easily!
"Senior Magician!" Burrison immediately realized that the opponent's combat power might be higher. He might be a high-level leader among the demons, or he might be a more powerful being.
"Everyone is ready to fight! The devil strikes back!" Burlison pulled the bolt of the gun with a clatter, pointed the heavy assault rifle in his hand at the man in white robes who was walking towards him step by step in the distance, and lassoed him
within the crosshairs.
The Airan Hill soldiers who had just squatted in the trench also dropped the food in their hands and entered a fighting state.
Large-caliber assault rifles were pointed at the white-robed man walking unexpectedly in the wilderness. Then they heard the machine gun shells flying out of the forest behind them, dragging a line of green light and falling on it.
Near the man in white robe in the distance.
Some of the cannonballs hit the magic defense barrier, causing ripples, and some of the cannonballs landed on the left and right of the man in white robes, stirring up pieces of white smoke.
Unfortunately, these cannonballs still failed to stop the man in white robes from advancing, and behind the man in white robes, another guy in white robes walked out.
"Damn! That guy is not alone! Where's the Air Force's reconnaissance report! How come they didn't find these demons?" Burlison looked at the two men in white robes and when a third man appeared behind him, he
He gritted his teeth and cursed on the radio.
At a distance of about five hundred meters, these men in white robes drew out their long swords from their white robes, then suddenly accelerated their speed and rushed towards the human position.
The human side did not hesitate at all, and immediately began to fire wildly. Countless tracer bullets rushed towards the white-robed men, but the opponent's speed was very fast and they avoided most of the incoming ammunition.
They very quickly closed the distance between the two sides to about 200 meters, and then the attack was delayed by the denser firepower of the Eilandhir heavy armored grenadiers.
However, these heavy armored grenadiers from Ailan Hill soon discovered that there were almost fifty or so of these white-robed men who moved quickly and had profound magic!
