The tragic battlefield was full of demon corpses. Several hours of attack did not allow these demon soldiers to rush into City No. 48, but instead consumed their precious reserves.
In the countless bomb craters are the remaining demon forces that are lingering. They dare not continue to attack easily, and they can't find any good way to escape, so they can only stick to the position formed by the bomb craters and wait for their final victory.
The moment has come.
The leader of the old demon general, whose face was burnt black by the flames of war, was lying in the middle of a bomb crater, looking at the indestructible human position in the distance, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.
His troops lost nearly 20,000 people, and they were unable to gain any benefit from these human soldiers.
Although some demons broke into the human position, they were unable to achieve success at all. These warriors were quickly wiped out, and subsequent charges would be more difficult to achieve results.
Then, as the opponent's strength became stronger and stronger, their demonic offensive forces became smaller and smaller, and even breaking into human defensive positions became an impossible task.
Countless demons were killed on the way to the attack, and more and more aircraft and artillery fire came over them, overwhelming them.
Just two hours ago, they had completely lost the ability to attack and could only barely stand in various places, unable to even move.
Perhaps the humans on the opposite side were waiting for the arrival of follow-up reinforcements and a better opportunity to annihilate these demons, so they did not take the initiative to launch an attack.
The two sides have been facing off like this, and they have been facing off until now. Just ten minutes ago, the blazing artillery fire also stopped, and the devil finally got a short breather.
"If we surrender, will they... at least let our soldiers live... They did not go to the magic continent to kill people and set fire... they should be forgiven." Finally, the old devil general broke the silence and asked someone beside him.
Subordinates.
He felt that at this point in the battle, there was no need to persist. If he could surrender honorably, he could at least guarantee the lives of the remaining demon soldiers.
You know, although it doesn't look very impressive, there are at least 20,000 demon soldiers here - those who can be assembled quickly are the last elites of the demons. The remaining 20,000 elites are almost the last ones of the demons.
The main force.
As a demon commander, the old general doesn't want to see these good guys die in a meaningless battle. They are here to fight their opponents, not to be slaughtered by their opponents...
"Forgiveness? These humans are more cruel than us. None of the compatriots captured by them can come back alive!" A demon general wiped the sword in his hand and answered his superior's words in a cold voice.
They now also have a blood feud with humans, not only because the tens of millions of soldiers who went on an expedition to the magic continent never returned, but also because of the hatred of millions of demons being killed in the demon world!
The old general has also read many books on the Magic Continent, so he has some understanding of the previous war status between the two sides: "But I remember that they have this tradition and will not easily execute enemies who surrender..."
"That's a war between them, a war between the same race. Of course they won't kill everyone." The demon officer wiped his sword and replied with a wry smile on his lips.
"At least humans haven't wiped out the elves, dragons and other races...so we can give it a try, right?" The old general still didn't believe it, and he planned to try it himself.
"You can give it a try...but I don't have much hope." The middle-aged demon officer obviously had an attitude of fighting to the death and shook his head.
"How to try?" The old general was very interested in this.
"Let some people stand up and get out of the crater..." The demon officer thought for a while and came up with a way.
"Then let the remaining soldiers of Shirk's Ten Thousand Corps raise their hands and walk out of the crater..." The old general also felt that this was a method worth trying.
"As you wish, sir." The demon officer gestured twice towards the distance, and then the same order was passed on.
"Damn, what kind of bastard order is this?" An orderly soldier rolled and fell into a crater, and then dictated the commander's order. The demon soldiers who heard the order looked at each other, and a sturdy officer frowned.
Brow asked: "They didn't accept our surrender at all. Why did they let us stand up like this desperately and walk towards the enemy with our hands raised?"
"We are not allowed to carry weapons yet. Damn it. Even if we are allowed to carry weapons, we are not willing to stand up in this situation..." He stared at the messenger angrily, as if he wanted the other party to go back and confirm this damn thing.
Order.
"This is a death sentence! We cannot execute this kind of order." Several other demon soldiers also nodded and said.
"We are soldiers of the Demon Tribe... We are never afraid of death... Just carry out the order, soldier." The leading demon officer patted his strong subordinates and signaled them to calm down.
Then, facing the human defense line, he was the first to stand up and raised his hands high. Although he had never felt that his arms were so heavy, he still gritted his teeth and persevered.
Immediately afterwards, some of the demon soldiers who were following him got up, raised their hands, and slowly walked towards the human position.
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"What are they doing? Surrender?" On the defensive position of Eiland Hill, a soldier saw a demon in the crater in the distance and stood up with his hands raised. He turned around and asked his superior.
His platoon leader also saw this scene through the holographic sight, even more clearly than his soldiers: "They must be crazy..."
"Yeah, they know that we never accept their surrender. We don't accept the surrender of civilians, and it's even less likely for us to accept the surrender of soldiers like them." A company commander put down his binoculars and muttered and looked towards
He picked up the radio communications equipment around him.
"Damn, several targets have stood up..." Some more soldiers said irritably, and more and more demons stood up, raising their hands high.
No one fired, and the battlefield was extremely quiet for a while. This kind of silence was really weird, so weird that people couldn't believe that two hours ago, this place was full of noisy gunfire.
"These demons are really not afraid of death..." A soldier rubbed his nose and frowned and sighed. While he was sighing, he checked the grenades around him to see if they were still there.