"Boom!" As the Elan Hill Grenadier lined up on the crater-riddled road in the middle of the town, a small building not far away finally collapsed under its weight.

There were black craters everywhere, and there was smoke everywhere that didn't go away. The smell of burnt sulphur permeated the air, reinforcing the conviction that this was hell.

The streets were lined with corpses that had been cleared and piled up, and the black blood of demons made these corpses hideous, and the corpses of demonic civilians who were already ragged were like livestock in a slaughterhouse, and at this moment they were like livestock in a slaughterhouse, and they were stacked up in a hill.

Another town has been wiped off the map, yet another group of demons has disappeared completely, and humanity's victory seems to have expanded again.

Tanks and armored vehicles ran over a sea of corpses and blood, and had to climb up the corpse mountain and blood again to prove their strong off-road ability.

On the plains over there, the flames that burned the corpses of demon dogs had been ignited, and there were Eran Hill sappers in biochemical suits everywhere.

They had to dispose of the dead bodies as much as possible, purify the air, and eliminate possible disease hazards.

And the front-line combat troops of Alan Hill once again took their own steps at this moment and began their own journey.

This time they were no longer confused, no longer slowing down because of some little cleverness of the devil. They chase the fallen demonic civilians like tigers chasing their prey.

On the edge of a small forest, demonic civilians who no longer had the strength to flee gathered together, half-grown demonic children and countless demonic elders crowded together, watching the human grenadiers surrounding them.

They weren't combat troops, only a few old demons had raised their magical defensive barriers, and some of the demon children had short swords in their hands as weapons for self-defense.

In their horrified and desperate eyes, the human grenadiers raised their cold weapons.

Then, with a hoarse command to fire, those weapons erupted with dazzling light, flashing and flashing.

Immediately after, a dense "Tutu Tu Tu! The sound of gunfire echoed over the small woodland. Countless black crows were startled and quacked, overlooking everything that was happening on the ground.

The elderly demons in the front row screamed and fell to the ground, and some of the demon old women behind them were also beaten into a sieve.

Black blood splattered in all directions, splashing onto the knee-high demon child's face. Before they knew what was happening, they were crushed under the corpse of the adult.

"Avenge Company Commander Mordenbayer!" A young Iran Hill warrior ripped off the grenade that hung on his chest, unplugged the safety ring on it, and shouted loudly with a crying voice.

His company commander was killed in the lower reaches of the Frannor River, killed in a terrible encounter. He still dreams often of the elder who was as kind as his brother, the warrior who was always at the front and the last to retreat.

At that time, they did not have today's advanced armor exoskeletons, nor did they have heavy assault rifles that could penetrate the magic armor of demon officers, so at that time, they were really defending their homeland with their lives.

"Think of the women and children who died in Shakburn! Bastards! If I don't kill you, how can I be worthy of those who are eaten by you? "Another young man was still shooting and shouting when the grenade exploded.

One demon after another fell in pools of blood, and one demon after another's children died in the arms of the demons.

There is no heaven here, there is only hell here, only a hell full of hatred written and there is no end and no hope.

The tracks of a Type 99 main battle tank had run over countless corpses, and its wide metal chains had been painted black with flesh. But it still kept rolling its tracks forward, with minced flesh and fingers, with a black disgusting mud.

In the sky, a snow-white A-10 attack aircraft flying low with bombs flew over the road crowded with demonic crowds and dropped a bomb on the heads of a group of unsuspecting targets.

The bomb had a message written in a crooked lettering: To the fools who attacked our soldiers on the line of the Malen River!

The bombs crashed into the ground with a long whistle and suddenly dispersed in front of the impact, and a dozen bombs broke away from their bodies and rained down into the crowd.

Then, in just a split second, the flames of the explosion consumed all life here. A series of explosions dismembered all the demons along the road, leaving only a bloody corpse on the ground.

Ellan Hill's attack planes are like pesticide-spraying agricultural planes hovering over farms, spraying pesticides and removing thousands of pests.

Of course, this is just the beginning, no matter how intense the bombing of the air force is, it will only kill some demons.

The work of truly destroying the demons in all respects will ultimately be handed over to the army units. These Ilanhill soldiers, who are fully armed with mechanization, are the main force in this battle for revenge.

They rode in various vehicles, caught up with the demonic civilians who retreated eastward, and then easily killed these demons, leaving no one behind.

Over the course of three days, Iran Hill had destroyed about 3 million different types of demons with various weapons, and destroyed all the demon villages and cities he found.

The hundreds of thousands of Iran Hill troops cut the grass to rid the area they occupied, all the demons. They drove the demon escapees all the way east, driving them out of the maximum range they could control.

About seven or eight demonic officers were ordered to lead their civilians to surrender, and almost without exception they were annihilated. Burrison chased the retreating demons for three full days after the discovery of conscience gave the demons ten minutes to retreat.

In fact, the demons in the town basically didn't escape at that time, and in the past few days, Burrison has been chasing and killing demon civilians who have fled farther away.

This captain commander, who thinks he is still very human, uses his actual actions to explain what it means to be cozy.

His troops had advanced more than 130 kilometers eastward, halting their own advance a full 1,100 kilometers from the new port of Stouffel on the west bank.

Along the way, he and his troops captured a demonic city, and destroyed all the demonic villages and towns in their path.

In the midst of the ruins, Parisian rests on the rubble of a city wall. Not far from him, the corpses of dozens of demons were still lying. The blood from these corpses was still flowing.

A few minutes earlier, Burrison had killed the demons with their hands raised, numbly clutching a cigarette and enjoying the peace of mind after the killing.