However, it was only a surprise. Soon, the demon servant army of the Irlanhill Empire withstood the enemy's volley and killed the opponent's position.

These demon soldiers with long swords held high used the most primitive and barbaric way to cut down those former compatriots who were still firing and shooting on the battlefield.

"Kill!" A demon soldier in shiny armor swung his sword and roared loudly, slashing down the enemy who was still pulling the bolt.

He continued to move forward, then picked up his sword, which was covered in black blood, and in one fell swoop slashed down another opponent who had already been loaded.

Then, in front of him, the third enemy had already raised his rifle in his hand. This emaciated demon soldier, although he was holding a weapon, his eyes were full of panic.

"Phew!" Because he was too nervous, this shot missed the servant army demon in front of him, and the emaciated and stubborn demon staggered back, only to tripped over the corpse behind him and fell to the ground in one fell at once.

Before he could pick up his rifle again, his chest was stolen by a heavily armored foot.

The next second, he only had time to raise his head to look at the owner of the foot, when his head was slashed off by the sword that had been chopped off.

"......Snort" Black blood splattered everywhere, spurting high with the high-flying head. The recalcitrant demons around them shouted one after another, and it turned out that they were not a real demon main force.

As the losses continue to increase, the proportion of elites in the recalcitrant demon army is also declining, and the demons can only pull civilians into the army as a last resort.

This also made the combat effectiveness of the demon army plummet, and there were fewer and fewer demon elites who regarded death as home, and there were more and more demon miscellaneous armies who ate and waited for death.

The demon army in front of him is obviously a mixed group, some are the main demon forces, and some are the existence of miscellaneous armies.

The demons using Mauser 98K rifles on the battlefield are a ragtag army that has been put together temporarily, and the phalanx behind these ragtag armies is the main force of the real demon army.

"No! Only then did I break through a layer of defense, why did the formation start to mess up? The human general, who was watching the battle with a telescope, snorted dissatisfied.

Beside him, another officer explained, "This is already good, we lost a lot of demons in the last battle, and the training that made up for it is not surprising. ”

After saying that, he added: "They have improved a lot compared to the last battle, and they will fight like this twice...... The combat effectiveness will be higher. ”

"We provided them with armor and weapons...... In order for them to reduce casualties and form an army as soon as possible......" Putting down the binoculars in his hand, the leader of the general opened his mouth and ordered: "Let our soldiers move forward...... It is estimated that as soon as the demons in the rear team counterattacked, our servant army collapsed, and acted in advance, and the time to save the time was panicked. ”

"Yes!" A herald grabbed the field telephone receiver that the signal soldier was carrying behind his back and ordered loudly: "The armored forces are attacking!" ”

By the time he hung up the phone, puffs of black smoke had begun to rise from the anticline behind him. In the blink of an eye, one after another Type 99 main battle tanks had revealed their long barrels, followed by human soldiers with various weapons.

On the other side of the battlefield, the recalcitrant demon forces really launched a counterattack, just as the human commander judged, the servant army was suddenly crushed by the other party because the formation was already chaotic.

This primitive ancient phalanx tactics is all about discipline and the integrity of the phalanx - if there is a collapse of one formation, then the rout is a matter of course.

"Steady! Hold on to your formation! A demonic officer kept shouting in the crowd, but his shouting could not stop the rout.

After all, the demon soldiers who relied on dozens of days of training were still no match for those demon main forces in the true sense.

The soldiers on both sides just collided together, and the victory and defeat were immediately separated. The demon forces fighting for Iran Hill were defeated one after another, and they were completely crushed without even having the strength to fight back.

The servants and demons who had been abusing their opponents with spears and swords just now were being tortured and killed by even more powerful opponents.

The demons in the first row were lambs to the slaughter at the moment they lost their momentum because of their lack of combat experience - they could only passively, relying on their armor and shields to barely defend against their opponents' attacks.

But no matter how invulnerable the defense is, it is only defense after all. Soon, they were slashed by their opponents' shoddy 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 full of the screams of livestock.

"A bunch of farmers! What a waste of armor on their bodies! A strong demon swung the rusty iron sword in his hand and swept away the opponent in front of him in one fell swoop. He had only rudimentary armor on his body, a stark contrast to the Iran Hill Servants on the other side.

Standing on either side of him were demons of about the same height and strength. They were nothing like the slightly emaciated demonic civilians, tough and vicious.

With this demon's taunt, more demon soldiers in shiny armor were cut to the ground, and the rest had begun to retreat, their eyes full of fear and nervousness.

Finished...... With such a word in mind, the demon commander who commanded the servant army watched in despair as the troops around him crowded together, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, kept retreating.

He tried hard to regroup the formation, but in the chaos, his efforts were completely useless.

"Fight back! Hold on to your formation! As a last resort, he could only move forward alone, using his actions to inspire his soldiers and reinvigorate them.

A cold light stopped his tracks, and a demonic commander stronger than him blocked his path. The swords of the two men collided together, splashing a dazzling spark.

"You traitors! I lost my faith! Stupid fellow, the origin of magic is the only truth in this world! The powerful demon commander said coldly, the long sword in his hand had been slashed several times.

Wielding his long sword and constantly blocking the opponent's attacks, the demon officer of the servant army kept retreating, and he had already lost the upper hand in the battle between the two of them.