However, it was just a surprise. Soon, the Demonic Servant Army of the Airanhill Empire withstood the enemy's volleys and fought their way into the enemy's position.
These demonic soldiers, holding their swords high, used the most primitive and barbaric method to chop down their former compatriots who were still firing on the battlefield.
"Kill!" A demon soldier wearing shiny armor waved the long sword in his hand, roared loudly, and chopped down the enemy who was still pulling the bolt of the gun with one sword.
He continued to move forward, then swung the long sword with black blood in his hand, and suddenly chopped down another opponent who had been loaded with bullets.
Then, in front of him, the third enemy had already picked up the rifle in his hand. Although this thin demon soldier was holding a weapon, his eyes were full of panic.
"Bang!" Because he was too nervous, the shot missed the servant demon in front of him. The thin and stubborn demon staggered back, tripped over the corpse behind him, and fell to the ground.
Before he could pick up his rifle again, a heavily armored foot stepped on his chest.
The next second, he only had time to raise his head and look at the owner of the foot, before his head was chopped off by the sword.
"Tsk..." Black blood splashed everywhere, spraying high as the head flew high. The stubborn demons around them screamed. It turned out that they were not the main force of demons in the true sense.
As the losses continue to increase, the proportion of elites in the stubborn demon army is also constantly declining. As a last resort, the demons can only recruit civilians to join the army.
Doing this also caused the combat effectiveness of the demon army to plummet. There were fewer and fewer elite demons who were ready to die, and more and more motley demon armies were waiting to die.
The demon army in front of us is obviously a mixed force, some are the main demon force, and some are miscellaneous troops.
The demons using Mauser 98k rifles on the battlefield are a temporary miscellaneous army, and the phalanx behind these miscellaneous troops is the real main force of the demon army.
"No way! We have just broken through the first layer of defense. Why is the formation starting to get messed up?" The human general who was watching the battle through a telescope snorted dissatisfied.
Next to him, another officer explained: "This is not bad. We lost a lot of demons in the last battle, and the supplementary training was insufficient. It is not surprising that we have such a performance."
After speaking, he added: "They have made much progress compared to the last battle. If we fight like this twice...the combat effectiveness will be even higher."
"We have provided them with armor and weapons... in order to reduce their casualties and enable them to form an army as soon as possible..." Putting down the telescope in his hand, the leading general ordered: "Let our soldiers move forward...
...It is estimated that our servant army will collapse as soon as the demons in the rear group counterattack, so we need to act in advance to avoid panic when the time comes."
"Yes!" A messenger grabbed the field telephone receiver carried on the back of the signal soldier and ordered loudly: "The armored troops start attacking!"
When he hung up the phone, bursts of black smoke began to rise from the reverse slope behind him. In the blink of an eye, one after another, the Type 99 main battle tanks had exposed their long barrels, and the ones following these tanks
, are human soldiers carrying various weapons.
On the other side of the battlefield, the stubborn demon troops launched a counterattack. Just as the human commander had judged, the servant army was overwhelmed by the opponent because its formation was in chaos.
This primitive ancient phalanx tactic relies on discipline and the integrity of the phalanx. If one side of the formation collapses, then defeat is a matter of course.
"Stabilize! Stabilize the formation!" A demonic officer kept shouting in the crowd, but his shouts could no longer stop the rout.
After all, the demon soldiers trained for dozens of days are still no match for the true main demon army.
The soldiers from both sides just collided with each other, and the victory was immediately decided. The demon troops fighting for Ailan Hill were retreating steadily, and they were completely crushed without even being able to fight back.
The demon servants who had just been killing their opponents with spears and swords were now being killed by even more powerful opponents.
Due to lack of combat experience, the demons in the first row became lambs to be slaughtered the moment they lost their momentum. They could only passively rely on their own armor and shields to barely defend themselves against the opponent's attacks.
But no matter how impeccable the defense was, it was just defense after all. Soon, they were struck by their opponents' crude weapons, and black blood flowed everywhere, soaking the nearby snow.
Because there were more corpses on the ground, black blood even pooled in the gaps between the corpses, and there were screams everywhere, as if this was a huge slaughterhouse filled with the screams of livestock.
"A group of farmers! What a waste of their armor!" A strong demon waved the rusty iron sword in his hand and knocked away the opponent in front of him. He only had a simple armor on his body and the servants of Eilandhir on the other side.
The army formed a sharp contrast.
Standing on both sides of him were demons of about the same height and strength. They were completely different from the slightly thin demon civilians, strong and vicious.
Following the demon's taunt, more demon soldiers wearing shiny armor were chopped down to the ground, and the rest began to retreat, their eyes full of fear and nervousness.
It's over... With such a word in mind, the demon commander who commanded the servant army watched in despair as the troops near him crowded together, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and kept retreating.
He tried hard to reorganize his formation, but in the chaos, his efforts were completely useless.
"Counterattack! Stabilize the formation!" As a last resort, he could only move forward alone, using his actions to encourage his soldiers and cheer them up again.
A ray of cold light stopped him in his tracks, and a demon commander who was more powerful than him blocked his way. The swords of the two men collided, splashing a dazzling spark.
"You traitors! You have lost your faith! Stupid guys, the origin of magic is the only truth in this world!" The powerful demon commander said coldly, and the long sword in his hand had already been chopped.
several times.
Waving his long sword and constantly blocking the opponent's attacks, the demon officer of the servant army kept retreating and was already at a disadvantage in the battle between the two.