"Bump Bump!" A volley of tracer bullets swept across the battlefield, and several demon soldiers fell in their path.

The shields in their hands were pierced by large-caliber cannons, and the magical defensive barrier did not protect them.

The demons fell screaming, and on the other side several demons jumped out of one crater, and they ran forward quickly with their heavy shields, jumping into the next crater before the bullets could fly.

"They're a pretty quick learner." A company commander lowered his binoculars, retracted his head from the edge of the trench wall, patted the dust in front of him, and complained.

The demons were no longer assembled in a phalanx to attack, because that kind of infantry phalanx, in the face of Elanhill's heavy firepower, was no different from sending them to death.

Once the long-range support artillery began to cover the battlefield, those demon soldiers standing densely together were simply a group of well-trained targets.

Therefore, the current demons have begun to use tactics that are more in line with the battlefield situation to deal with the long-range firepower of humans.

They spread out, a small group of soldiers, using craters and terrain, to advance quickly, so as to enter the trenches and give full play to their melee ability as much as possible.

This tactic created some minor problems for the front line troops of Irlanhill, and the battle between the two sides also fought from the outer line of defense to near the core line of defense of Irlanhill.

Now, there are still about 13 kilometers left before City No. 48, which is the demonic city of Serrat, and the humans are no longer willing to take a step back, and the demons will never have a chance to take a step forward......

It's a pity that the demons still haven't given up, and they don't dare to give up, now is their only chance, or they have no other choice now.

At this moment, the front-line troops of the 1st Panzer Army were heavily damaged by the white-robed god attendants, most of the troops had not been replenished, the remaining troops did not have enough ammunition, and they lacked superior forces such as heavy armored grenadiers.

Therefore, in the case of hand-to-hand combat, the demon troops that have improved their tactics actually have some combat capital.

It's just that this capital, over time, has become less and less insignificant.

"Long live the Origin of Magic!" A demon soldier raised his shield and wielding his axe, leaped into the trench dug by the Iran Hill soldiers.

Dressed in heavy armor and tall in front of humans, his green fangs writhing in his muscles, he slashed down one of his nearest Iran Hill soldiers with a single axe.

It was already the third demon soldier to rush into the trench in an hour. The soldiers of Ellan Hill frantically opened fire on him with their weapons, bullets hitting his armor and splattering sparks.

The shield in the demon soldier's hand was already riddled with bullet holes, and bullets had entered his body through the gaps in his armor.

Black blood splattered in the trenches, and the magical defensive barrier began to fade. Eventually, the demon soldier collapsed, his axe flying far away.

"Die!" Another demon stood up from the edge of the trench, his bow and arrow in his hand, and with a single shot he shot an Elanhill soldier with an M4 assault rifle.

However, in the next second, several Iran Hill soldiers with weapons in their hands beat this demon archer with only light armor into a sieve!

"Medic! Medic! Someone was hurt! One of the Iran Hill soldiers ran to his companion's side and took the soldier in his arms, who had been shot in the abdomen: "Someone is wounded! Arrow in the abdomen! ”

"Ah...... cough cough...... "The young soldier with an arrow in the abdomen spat blood from his mouth, he covered the bleeding wound with one hand, and grabbed the arm of his comrade with the other: "Help me!" Help me......"

The paramedics rushed from a distance, he jumped over the sharp axe stuck in the ground, stepped on the body of the strong, heavily armored demon, pushed aside a soldier in his way, knelt down on one knee in front of the wounded, pulled out the white gauze, and began to bandage the wounded man: "The stretcher will be here soon!" I'll help you stop the bleeding first, and then go to the rear and pull out this arrow! ”

While comforting the wounded, he injected medical morphine near the wounded's stomach: "Okay! You're just a minor injury! It doesn't matter! Don't be afraid, understand? Don't let people look down on you! Got it? Hold on! ”

As he comforted the wounded, an A-10 attack aircraft swept across the position, its cannon sweeping across the ground, knocking the attacking demon forces on their backs.

"Keep attacking!" Standing on the edge of the battlefield, the old demon general pressed his long sword and watched his men die one by one with a resolute gaze.

Now he had no way out, he had to decide the winner here, retake the city occupied by the humans, and then continue westward - this was the only way for the troops under his command to survive now.

Only by grasping this way of life can these demons continue to survive. As for whether these tens of thousands of people can keep attacking, hit the west coast, and drive all the humans into the sea...... As a commander, he himself did not quite believe it.

Most of the time, these people will fall on the way to attack. They couldn't see the West Coast, and they couldn't have made it out alive.

Now all they can count on is to kill more humans and turn their own death into a meaningful event.

"The origin of magic...... Please bless us...... So that we can repel these alien races and retake our homeland......" The old general prayed in his heart, praying that a miracle would come at this moment.

"Let the second 10,000-man team move forward! Spread out ......" he prayed and opened his eyes and looked at one of his subordinates standing beside him: "You personally lead the team and break through the defense line in front of you......"

"Yes! Checkmate! The subordinate nodded slightly, then turned and walked towards his own troops, which had been baptized by bombs, and less than half of them remained.

Every demon army that came here had already suffered heavy losses, and they abandoned the wounded and paid the price of half the soldiers killed. Now all they can do is attack desperately, and that's the only motivation that has sustained them in fighting until now.

They just want to make a big deal here, to annihilate as many human forces as possible. As for whether this war is won or lost, they are no longer willing to care.

Seven or eight A-10 attack planes of Iran Hill dropped bombs, weakening the desperate frantically advancing enemy before the demons attacked. And on the opposite side of these demons, on the positions of Iran Hill, there were more grenadiers reinforced.

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