He could only struggle to deal with it. He blocked more than a dozen swords and was unable to even fight back. Fortunately, the long sword in his hand was relatively strong and had withstood so many powerful attacks without breaking.
Come.
However, because his advance was blocked, the troops behind him began to collapse.
As a commander, he also knew that he could not stay here for long, because once his troops fled, he himself would be surrounded by the enemy.
So he had no choice but to retreat backwards, widening the distance between the two parties and barely getting a chance to breathe.
"Don't even think about escaping! I will eradicate you traitors for the origin of magic!" Seeing his opponent running away, the demon officer shouted loudly, stepped forward, and used more violent attacks to retain the slave army who wanted to retreat.
Demonic officer.
Obviously, this more powerful demon resister had no intention of letting the demon officers of the servant army escape.
As a last resort, the demon officer of the servant army, who was already weaker, had no choice but to fight. He waved the long sword in his hand and barely blocked the blade that was slashing at his body.
"Tremble! Be afraid! You traitor! The shame of the demon clan!" The powerful demon seemed to have a chance of victory, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face.
At this moment, a row of tracer bullets fired over, knocking down several demons who were chasing the servant army in the distance.
The sudden attack stunned everyone for a moment, and then the demon servants saw that their reinforcements had already passed them.
The regular army of the Eilanhir Empire appeared on the battlefield, and with a devastating momentum, they pressed the recalcitrant demons to the ground and rubbed them.
The heavy machine gun on the tank kept firing, harvesting the lives of the demons who were chasing the servant army.
The originally stalemate battle line immediately became clearly divided. The defeated demon servant army continued to retreat, but the pursuing demon army stopped its progress.
Their line was disrupted by the tanks and artillery of the Elanshir Empire, and the formation they finally managed to organize was destroyed by shells fired from the 155 mm caliber howitzer.
The battle on the battlefield once again took a turn. The already defeated Airan Hill troops stabilized their position, passed over their disintegrated troops, and easily stopped the counterattack of the demonic resisters.
…
"You can't call them demons anymore. This way, it will be impossible to distinguish between the demons accepted by the Elanthir Empire and the demons controlled by the origin of magic." Before the meeting was over, Chris suggested to Arisia.
If demons that surrender are still called demons, it will be difficult to distinguish those demons that are unwilling to surrender.
Moreover, the word "Demon Demon" itself represents a history that is not loved by the people of the Magic Continent. Keeping this name has almost no meaning other than intensifying conflicts.
Arisia also felt that if demons surrendered and could not be distinguished from those who did not surrender, it would leave a bad impression on people of other races.
Therefore, she agreed with Chris's proposal: "This proposal is very good. If you are willing to give a beautiful and accurate name to the demon family in Elland Hill, that would be perfect."
Chris is actually unwilling to ask for naming rights, because he is a weakling when it comes to names.
If he was really a master at naming, Dragonfall City and Demonfall City might have even more beautiful names.
However, since Arisia is willing to give up the naming rights, Chris will naturally not be polite. He pondered for a while, searched for some information on the technology tree in his mind, and finally said slowly: "How about...
Let’s call them the Black Blood Clan!”
It is still the style of Falling Dragon City, it is still simple and crude, just find a feature and use it directly.
Andrea suddenly felt a little sympathetic to the surrendered demons, and then after a brief moment of sympathy, she felt a little more grateful - luckily the elves' names were pretty nice, and they didn't need to be changed.
If Chris were to change this, he might be called a "long-eared tribe" or something like that...
"Black blood?" Arisia didn't think there was anything wrong with this name. It even thoughtfully avoided the magic word to make the surrendered demons sound safer.
"Forget it." After thinking about it, Chris felt that the name he gave the demon clan was not pleasant. He rejected his plan, and then suddenly it became clear to him.
He smiled, and then said to Arisia domineeringly: "Why do we need to change the name of the demon clan? The demon clan that surrenders to the Ailanhir Empire can be called the demon clan! The demon clan is the demon clan, Ailan
The demons of the Hill Empire are the real demons! Isn’t this bad?”
Just listen to him continue: "Those demons who are unwilling to submit to the Elanthir Empire and are unwilling to surrender are not worthy of having the name of a demon! Therefore, just give them a despicable name."
Andrea didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This was the first time she had seen someone talk so grandly about the fact that she was not good at naming.
And the last sentence of Chris, that despicable name, really describes it very aptly - the name given by Chris is probably really ugly.
"Starting from today, the demon clan refers specifically to the demons under the Elanthir Empire. The demons who are still stubborn and follow the origin of magic must be eliminated. They are called the black blood clan!" Chris came to a conclusion, and the only thing left was to do.
Executed.
…
On the other side, on the battlefield in the demon world, a soldier from the Eilanhir Empire stepped on the body of the dead demon commander with his leather boots, and waved to his companions behind him.
Seeing his gesture, more Airanhill Empire soldiers held their weapons, stepped on the demon's corpse, and climbed over the backbone of the mound.
The stubbornly resisting demonic troops were at the end of their rope, and some of the fortifications built on the reverse slope only slightly slowed down the attack by the soldiers of the Elanthir Empire.
When the tanks of the Elanshir Empire ran over the corpses, crossed the high ground, and opened fire violently at the simple fortifications that were not very strong, the stubborn demonic troops were gone.
Soon, the black battle flag of the Elanshir Empire had been planted on this high ground, and the fighting had just stopped a few minutes ago.
After conquering this place, the winter offensive in the northern mountainous area of the Airanhill Empire has advanced exactly 200 kilometers. And 30 kilometers of these 200 kilometers were taken down by the demon servant army - it must be said that this can also be regarded as a