In the valley, the densely packed demon troops were marching slowly. They were still at least 100 kilometers away from the front line of contact with Elan Hill. When the battle was launched, they had just gathered from their hiding places.
Because they are afraid of Ailan Hill's strategic bombing, afraid of Ailan Hill's tactical bombing, and afraid of Ailan Hill's nuclear bombing, in any case, because they are afraid of Ailan Hill's air force, these demonic troops dare not assemble in advance at all.
Therefore, when the God's Server troops began to launch a counterattack, these demonic troops had just begun to gather, assemble and move forward.
However, it is very difficult to assemble tens of thousands of troops, so the entire demon army is now in chaos.
The devil's commanders have never fought such a war. There is no problem in letting them restrain the troops from advancing at the previous speed. But if they are allowed to change their tactics, the effect will definitely not be very good.
Except for the 7,000 demon beast dragon cavalry who set off in advance, most of the troops were still standing still. Those who could set off in time did not even number one hundred thousand.
Chris still overestimated the command and dispatch ability of the demon army. He estimated that the demon had 100,000 troops that could immediately go into battle, but the demon only managed to scrape together 80,000 troops.
There are probably less than 100,000 people who have moved forward, but they cannot rush to the battlefield within 48 hours, so they cannot play a greater role.
After all, as long as Ailan Hill stabilizes his position, no matter how many demonic troops are gathered in the front, they are just meat on the chopping board.
Obviously, most of the demon commanders also know their situation. If they cannot advance close enough within the expected time, they may be immediately sent to another world by nuclear weapons.
Riding on his Earth Dragon war horse, this demonic officer stood beside the road where his troops were advancing, constantly urging his men to speed up: "Quick! Quick! Speed up the march! We can't waste time here!"
He waved his hands, hoping that his troops would run wildly again. Unfortunately, his troops were now trudging forward in the mud, and the word "fast" had nothing to do with it.
It rained for more than an hour the day before. Originally, this level of rain was not a big deal, but because there were so many troops passing by, the dirt paved road still became miserable.
The huge monsters responsible for carrying supplies could only move slowly. The demons holding these monsters tried hard to increase the speed of these monsters, but the effect of their efforts was not obvious.
There is a clear difference between the listless demon infantry carrying their own spears and the high-spirited demon elite in the early days. These demon soldiers, who were originally only second-line troops, now no longer have that invincible aura.
In fact, their mental outlook is also normal, because countless demon troops have been buried in the Magic Continent. The demons believed that they would be able to win this war of aggression before, but now they cannot believe that they can defeat such a powerful invasion.
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The most intuitive state of soldiers who have lost confidence and determination is listlessness. Now these soldiers are dejected and have far less fighting spirit than they originally had.
Therefore, their commanders could only wave the whips in their hands frequently to allow these soldiers to move faster. They kept shouting, hoping that their soldiers would continue to move forward.
"Damn it! Speed up the march!" The demon commander riding a war horse pulled the reins unnaturally, waved his arms and continued to shout loudly.
He was very unaccustomed to riding such a mount because he had been commanding troops in battle on his own demonic floating castle.
After all, he is not a cavalry general. High-level demons also have their own castles, and they prefer to rely on the castles to command battles.
It's a pity that they no longer dare to use the huge castles flying in the sky, because the floating castles with slow flying speed and no ability to protect themselves are just a target in the eyes of Alan Hill.
In the past, the devil's floating castles could be said to be the perfect weapons for war. They could withstand the enemy's blows and float in the air overlooking human fortresses. They were so powerful that they were enviable.
But now, under the attack of missiles and various weapons, this kind of weapon is fragile and slow, and it is simply vulnerable.
Eiland Hill's radar can detect these things floating in the sky hundreds of kilometers away, and then fire calmly to destroy them with long-range firepower.
"Let those four-legged monsters hurry up! Our time is precious!" Looking at the strange-looking demons in the distance, the demon officer urged impatiently.
The number of fast-moving demon dogs under his command has been reduced by half, and the combat effectiveness of the remaining ones has also been greatly reduced.
Now he is riding a not-so-huge Earthdragon, and it is obviously not as majestic as standing on the top of the magic floating castle.
Without the feeling of overlooking the earth, now he can only vent his grievances on his soldiers.
He urged his troops and shouted impatiently: "Long live the origin of magic! For the great origin of magic... move forward!"
Once upon a time, the demon army did not need to be urged like this at all. They would advance crazily, and even the demon dogs had more fighting spirit. They would attack any village they saw and tear the enemy into pieces.
But now, the army is still the same army, and the soldiers are still wearing the same armor. But the demon officer knows that the army in front of him really does not have the strong combat effectiveness before.
As he shouted, his troops sped up a little bit more, and after a few seconds, the temporarily lifted speed slowed down again.
"Forward!" Impatient and out of necessity, he could only wave the whip in his hand again, pointing forward and shouting loudly.
And in the direction he was pointing, a row of black dots appeared in the sky. Those black dots were rapidly expanding, enriching their outlines little by little.
It was a row of A-10 attack planes approaching rapidly. The slender wings were covered with rocket nests and missiles for ground attack.
The engines of these aircraft roared and they had already dropped in altitude. This proved that they had discovered the target and were preparing to launch a fatal attack.
"Damn it!" He had already seen the enemy, and these words came out of his mouth. What responded to his words was the flashing light from the cannon muzzles of the A-10 attack aircraft that was already close at hand.