In the valley, dense demon forces were marching slowly, they were still at least 100 kilometers away from the front line of contact with Elanhill, and they had just assembled from their hiding place when the battle began.

Because of the fear of Irlanhill's strategic bombing, fear of Ellenshir's tactical bombing, fear of Ellenshir's nuclear bombardment - anyway, because of the fear of Ellenshir's air force, these demonic forces did not dare to assemble in advance.

So, when the Divine Acolyte forces began to launch a counterattack, these demon forces had just begun to converge, assemble, and advance.

It's just that it is very difficult for tens of thousands of troops to assemble, so the entire demon army is now in chaos.

The demon commanders have never fought such a war, and it is no problem for them to restrain their troops to advance at the previous speed, but if they change their routines, the effect will definitely not be very good.

Except for the 7,000 Demon Behemoth Earth Dragoons who set off in advance, most of the troops were still standing still, and the number of those who could set off in time was not even 100,000.

Chris still overestimated the command and dispatch ability of the demon army, he estimated that the demon had 100,000 troops that could be immediately put into battle, but the demon only managed to scrape together 80,000 troops.

Probably less than 100,000 people have already moved forward, but they can't get to the battlefield within 48 hours, so they can't play a bigger role.

After all, as long as Ellan Hill stabilized his position, no matter how many demon troops were assembled in front of him, they would just be meat on the board.

Obviously, most of the demon's commanders also knew their situation, and if they didn't get close enough in the expected time, they might be immediately sent to another world by nuclear weapons.

Riding on his Earth Dragon Warhorse, the demon officer stood on the side of the road where his troops were advancing, constantly urging his men to speed up: "Quick! Fast! Speed up the march! We can't afford to waste time here! ”

He waved his hands, hoping that his troops would be able to run wild again, but unfortunately, now his troops were struggling to advance in the mud, and they had nothing to do with the word fast.

It had been raining for more than an hour the day before, and this level of rain was not a big deal at all, but because there were too many troops passing by, the dirt-paved road still became miserable.

The huge monsters that were in charge of carrying supplies could only move slowly, and the demons leading these monsters tried to increase the speed of these monsters, but the effect of the efforts was not obvious.

There is also a clear difference between the listless demon infantry carrying their own spears and the high-spirited demon elites in the early days, these demon soldiers who were originally only second-line troops now do not have that invincible momentum.

In fact, their mental outlook is also normal, because countless demon troops have been buried in the Magic Continent, and the demons believed that they would be able to win this war of aggression before, but now they can't believe that they can defeat such a powerful invader.

The most intuitive state of a soldier who has lost confidence and determination is listlessness. Now these soldiers are dejected, and they are far from their original fighting spirit.

Therefore, their commanders can only wave the leather whips in their hands frequently, so that these soldiers can move faster. They kept yelling, hoping that their soldiers would keep going.

"Damn it! Speed up the march! The demon commander on his horse tugged at the reins unnaturally, waved his arm and continued to shout loudly.

He was not used to riding such a mount, as he had been commanding troops in battle from his demonic floating castle.

After all, he is not a cavalry general, and the high-ranking demons also have their own castles, and they prefer to rely on the castle to command battles.

It's a pity that they don't dare to use the kind of huge castle that flies in the sky anymore, because the kind of floating castle that flies slowly and has no ability to protect itself is a target in the eyes of Alan Hill.

Once upon a time, the demon's floating castle could be said to be the perfect weapon of war, they could withstand the blows of the enemy, and they were a fortress that floated in the air and overlooked the human race, and it was the envy of the envy.

But now, under the blow of missiles and various weapons, this weapon is fragile and slow, and it is simply vulnerable.

Alan Hill's radar can spot these floating things in the sky from hundreds of kilometers away, and then calmly open fire, destroying them with long-range fire.

"Hurry up with those four-legged monsters! Our time is precious! Looking at the strangely shaped demons in the distance, the demon officer urged impatiently.

The number of fast-moving demon dogs under his command has been reduced by half, and now the remaining part has also suffered a huge reduction in combat effectiveness.

Now he was riding a small Earth Dragon Beast, and it was obviously not as imposing as standing at the head of the Magic Floating Castle.

Without the feeling of overlooking the earth, now he can only vent his grievances on his soldiers.

He urged his troops, and shouted impatiently, "Long live the Origin of Magic!" For the great origin of magic...... Advance! ”

Once upon a time, the demon army didn't need to be so urged, they would advance wildly, and even the demon dogs were more combative. They will attack villages as they see them, tearing enemies to shreds.

But now, the army is still the same army, and the soldiers still wear the same armor. But the demon officer knew that the army in front of him really didn't have the same strong combat power as before.

At his shout, his troops quickened a little faster, and after a few seconds, the speed at which they had been lifted up slowed down again.

"Forward!" Impatient, and unavoidable, he could only wave the leather whip in his hand again, pointing ahead and shouting loudly.

And in the direction he pointed, a row of black dots appeared in the sky. Those black dots are rapidly expanding, enriching their silhouette little by little.

It was a rapidly approaching row of A-10 attack planes, with slender wings topped with ground-attack rocket nests and missiles.

These aircraft engines roared and had dropped in altitude. This proves that they have found the target and are preparing to launch a deadly attack.

"Damn it!" He had already seen the enemy, and such a sentence came out of his mouth. In response to his words, the guns of the A-10 attack planes, which were already close at hand, flashed with light.