"I don't understand why we have to fight against our own people." While polishing the sharp battle ax in his hand, a tall, muscular demon with a ferocious face complained to another demon next to him.
"They give us food, so we have to fight for them...it's fair." Another demon was packing his own luggage. To be honest, he had never heard of a soldier needing to carry so many things before.
Go out and fight.
However, these things are really very easy to use - the basic equipment of Ailan Hill's demon army includes a complete set of metal stamped plate armor, a set of lined chain armor, and a leather innermost layer to maintain comfort.
Lined with a standard individual sword, a specially designed sharp long battle axe, and a heavy Roman infantry shield.
Then, the soldier needs to carry five days of basic rations, an extra-large military water bottle, a tent, and three pairs of basic clothes and underwear.
At the same time, in order to ensure the health of this unit, their Ailan Hill Demon Servant Army is also equipped with special shower support vehicles, cooking trucks, water purification equipment and other logistics support vehicles.
It was precisely because of joining this army that the demons realized that the life they had lived before was simply an "inhuman" life.
It turns out that if you maintain basic personal hygiene, you really won’t have those damn blood-sucking bugs and fleas on your body anymore.
It turns out that in addition to fighting, the army can provide hot meals and hot dishes, which is a treatment that was unimaginable in the past.
It turns out that there is really enough food in this world for people to eat - the origin of magic did not deceive them, there is no magical continent that they can conquer, it is indeed so rich that it is enviable.
Of course, now they have figured out one thing: since they cannot conquer the magical continent where food is never scarce by force, then seeking refuge in the magical continent in exchange for enough food seems to be a good choice.
"But our faith... what should we do?" The sturdy soldier rubbed his fingers sideways on the sharp sword blade twice to test the sharpness, then blew on it and nodded slightly with satisfaction.
"We have been hearing it since we were born. We have heard others say that we are the creation of magic, and that the origin of magic is our supreme god..." He returned the long sword to his scabbard and looked at the blue sky in the distance hesitantly.
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He has been hesitant these days because he has always respected the origin of magic as a god. It can create a powerful demon prince and has an invincible army of god servants. He can easily massacre a city...
In the face of absolute power, he has no doubt that the origin of magic known as the demon god is correct and the truth!
However, in less than a year, as a glorious soldier of the Demon Clan, he has witnessed with his own eyes what is truly powerful.
As a city guard, he saw with his own eyes the bomber group of Eiland Hill destroying the city he was stationed in just by passing by.
The horrific explosions one after another swallowed up his commander, swallowed up the city wall where he was stationed, and almost swallowed him...
For a demon who has never seen this kind of power, that is the real power. He didn't even have a chance to face the enemy and draw his weapon, and he ran away in panic, like a lost dog.
What followed was an even more terrifying thing, as the armored troops of Elanshir drove the demon's defeated army and displaced civilians swept in.
The sharp howl of the cannonballs piercing the air was more nerve-wracking than the dragon's roar. It was almost endless torture, day or night.
When you go to the toilet, when you eat, when you sleep at night, when you are walking numbly during the day... In short, anytime, anywhere, all the time, a shell will fall not far away, explode, and then kill densely packed people.
of demon refugees.
Everyone has become numb to this despair. Sometimes, when there are those steel monsters flying in the sky, many people are not even willing to hide.
In a sense, these people were already begging for death, because the defeat all the way east was a torture even worse than death for many demons.
More people died of starvation every day than were killed by bombings. He followed the refugees from the demon world all the way east, and saw endless corpses on both sides of the road.
Only then did he realize that war was so cruel and that longing for war was such a stupid thing.
And the image of the invincible, never-failed source of magic was gradually shaken by the despair of failure.
"I have always thought that the origin of magic is omnipotent and invincible. It itself is the most powerful existence in the world, but now this idea may be really wrong."
"At least, it can be defeated... Look in front of you, we just wiped out an army of magic origin yesterday... This shows that it is not invincible." The demon said as he stepped away from the whetstone.
Stand up.
With the collapse of his faith, the current source of magic has lost its lofty, unattainable and sacred aura, so these demons fighting for the Eilanhill Empire have begun to no longer revere the source of magic.
Let them face the source of magic directly. They may not have the courage yet, but let them face enemies who are also demons, and they have begun to feel comfortable with it.
As a soldier of the demon's city guard, he was selected shortly after recovering from the defeat and served as a temporary captain in the combat force temporarily formed by Demon King Arisia.
Soon, he was drawn out again, and as part of the "surrendering" troops, he came to the actual control area of the Eilanhir Empire.
After arriving here, he was surprised to find that the enemies he faced were so powerful, and even the armors and weapons that equipped them were so sophisticated.
Wearing heavy armor and sharp weapons, the combat effectiveness of these demon servants is basically guaranteed.
"Don't think so much, we are not fighting for the origin of magic now! We are fighting for food!" Another demon comforted: "As long as you give us enough food, give more to those demon children.
Food! We will fight whoever they ask us to fight!"
"Emergency assembly! Emergency assembly! There is a new combat mission!" A human messenger rode a tall horse and quickly passed through the entire barracks.
Following the shout of the messenger, demon soldiers began to emerge from the tents one after another.
Some of them are putting armor on their bodies, and some are ready for battle.
These demons don't have to worry about anyone sneaking up on their camp, because the reconnaissance troops of the Elanthir Empire can detect signs of the enemy's approach.
Soon, the resting troops were assembled, and a large number of soldiers were already arranged in a square formation. The two soldiers who were talking about faith just now, as the captains of a row of soldiers in the square formation, stood at the top of the team.
middle position.
They have to issue orders to the soldiers on both sides and lead the new soldiers on both sides to stabilize the formation. As long as the formation can be maintained, their phalanx can win the battle.
"The enemy was found near Village No. 164 to the west!" A demon officer responsible for commanding this demon army took the order stamped with the seal of the group army headquarters from the messenger, and then nodded slightly.
Now only the Demon Servant Army uses such an inefficient method of transmitting orders. There is no other way. If the Demon Army is equipped with a radio, it will also need to be equipped with generators and other equipment... In this way, the entire Demon Servant Army will
The composition of the troops is even more complicated.
"The opponent has about 30 people. It's a small force! That's why it can penetrate this distance." The human soldiers who came to deliver the order looked down at the formation of demon servants who had put on their masks and looked more comfortable. They habitually
He briefly introduced the enemy's situation.
He cleared his throat and continued: "What you need to do is very simple. Eliminate the opponent near the village numbered 164... It's best to find out what they want to do!"
"Did you hear that clearly?" he asked his subordinates loudly. After receiving the answer, the leading demon officer pulled out the sword from his waist and ordered: "Go! Defeat them!"
Carrying a sharp giant ax in one hand and a black arc-shaped shield in the other, these demon soldiers walked out of the camp one by one.
Their pace was uniform, because in the past month or so of military training, this pace was probably what they learned the most.
Compared to their enemies, these demonic soldiers who had taken refuge in the Elanthir Empire were much happier: they had cotton-padded clothes to keep out the cold, and even fought in the north in winter, and received daily necessities such as thick socks and gloves.
On the other side, dozens of demons who broke into village No. 164 dispersed at this time.
They broke into the homes of demonic civilians who had not eaten for several days and began a frantic search.
"Say quickly! Is there anything to eat? If not! We will eat the children!" A burly man held a rusty sword in his hand, showed a ferocious smile, and threatened the female demon huddled in the corner.
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"My lord! My lord! We really have nothing to eat!" The demon woman who had no hope cried bitterly, hugged her child tightly and begged loudly: "There is really nothing left!"
"No? Then offer your flesh..." The strong demon at the head raised the sword in his hand, his eyes full of fierce light.
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Long Ling, who had not worked for a long time, woke up and found that he was too optimistic, and his muscles ached... It was a sore feeling.
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