"Thud, tug, tug!" A row of tracer bullets swept across the entire battlefield, and several demon soldiers fell on the path forward.
The shields in their hands were penetrated by large-caliber cannons, and the magic defense barrier failed to protect them.
These demons screamed and fell down, and several demons on the other side jumped out of a crater. They ran forward quickly holding heavy shields, and jumped into the next crater before the bullets flew.
"They learn pretty quickly." A company commander put down his telescope, retracted his head from the edge of the trench wall, patted the dust in front of him, and complained.
Those demons no longer gathered together to form a phalanx to attack, because that kind of infantry phalanx was indistinguishable from death in the face of the heavy firepower of Elanthir.
Once the long-range support artillery began to cover the battlefield, those densely packed demon soldiers were simply a group of well-trained targets.
Therefore, the current demons are beginning to use tactics that are more suitable for battlefield conditions to deal with human long-range firepower.
They spread out, with several soldiers working in small groups, using the craters and terrain to advance quickly, so that they could enter the trenches and take advantage of their superior melee combat capabilities as much as possible.
This tactic caused some minor troubles for the frontline troops of Ailan Hill. The battle between the two sides also started from the outer defense line and reached near the core defense line of Ailan Hill.
Now, there are still about 13 kilometers away from City No. 48, the devil's city Serrat. If humans are not willing to take a step back, the devil will no longer have the chance to take a step forward...
It's a pity that the devil still hasn't given up, and they don't dare to give up. Now is their only chance, or in other words, they have no other choice now.
At this moment, the frontline troops of the 1st Armored Corps were severely damaged by the white-robed God Waiters. Most of the troops had not yet been replenished. The remaining troops did not have enough ammunition, and they also lacked superior troops such as heavy armored grenadiers.
Therefore, in the case of hand-to-hand combat, the demon troops who had improved their tactics actually had some fighting capital.
It's just that these capitals have become less and less as time goes by and become more and more insignificant.
"Long live the source of magic!" A demon soldier held his shield high, brandished the ax in his hand, and jumped into the trench dug by the soldiers of Elanthir.
He was wearing a heavy helmet and armor, and his tall body looked very oppressive in front of humans. His green-faced fangs twisted his muscles, and he chopped down the nearest Elanthir soldier with an axe.
This was already the third demon soldier to rush into the trench within an hour. The soldiers of Eiland Hill fired at him frantically with the weapons in their hands, and the bullets hit his armor and splashed.
A piece of Mars.
The shield in the demon soldier's hand was already covered with bullet holes, and the bullets entered his body from the gaps in his armor.
Black blood splashed in the trench, and the magic defense barrier gradually began to fade away. Finally, the demon soldier fell suddenly, and the ax in his hand flew far away.
"Go to hell!" Another demon stood up from the edge of the trench, holding a bow and arrow in his hand, and shot an Airan Hill soldier holding an M4 assault rifle with one arrow.
However, in the next second, several Airan Hill soldiers with weapons beat this demon archer with only light armor into a sieve!
"Medic! Medic! Someone is injured!" An Airan Hill soldier ran to his companion and held the soldier who had an arrow in the abdomen in his arms: "Someone is injured! An arrow was shot in the abdomen!"
"Ah... cough..." The young soldier who was shot by an arrow in the abdomen vomited blood. He covered the bleeding wound with one hand and grabbed his comrade's arm with the other hand: "Help me! Help me...
"
The medical soldier rushed over from a distance. He jumped over the sharp ax stuck in the ground, stepped over the body of the strong heavily armored demon, pushed aside a soldier blocking the way, and knelt on one knee in front of the wounded man.
, pulled out the white gauze and began to bandage the wound of the injured person: "The stretcher will be here soon! I will help you stop the bleeding first, and then go to the back to pull out the arrow shaft!"
While comforting the wounded, he injected medical morphine into the wounded's stomach: "Okay! It's just a minor injury! It doesn't matter! Don't be afraid, understand? Don't let everyone look down on you! Understand? Hold on!"
While he was comforting the wounded, an A-10 attack plane flew over the entire position, its cannons sweeping across the ground and knocking the attacking Demon troops off their feet.
"Continue the attack!" Standing on the edge of the battlefield, the old demon general pressed his long sword and watched with firm eyes as his men died one by one.
Now he has no way to escape. He must decide the winner here, recapture the city occupied by humans, and then continue to advance westward - this is the only way for the troops under his command to survive now.
Only by seizing this way of survival can these demons continue to survive. As for whether these tens of thousands of people can continue to attack, hit the west coast, and drive all humans into the sea... As a commander, he himself does not believe it.
In most cases, these people will fall on the way to attack. They can't see the west coast, and they are unlikely to leave alive.
Now all they can hope for is to kill more humans and turn their own death into a meaningful thing.
"The origin of magic... please protect us... so that we can repel these alien races and take back our homeland..." The old general prayed in his heart, praying that a miracle would come at this moment.
"Let the second team of ten thousand people advance! Spread out..." After praying, he opened his eyes and looked at a subordinate standing next to him: "You personally lead the team and break through the line of defense in front of you..."
"Yes! General!" The subordinate nodded slightly, then turned and walked towards his own troops, which had been baptized by bombs, with less than half remaining.
Every demon unit that came here has suffered heavy losses. They abandoned the wounded and paid the price with half of their soldiers killed. Now all they can do is attack desperately, which is the only motivation that has supported them in fighting until now.
They just want to make a big fuss here and annihilate as many human troops as possible. As for the victory or failure of this war, they are no longer willing to care.
Seven or eight Ailan Hill A-10 attack planes dropped bombs, weakening the enemies who were desperately moving forward before the demons attacked. Opposite these demons, on the Alan Hill position, reinforcements arrived