"Ahh A demon clutched his wounds and screamed in the trenches. His voice had been drowned out by artillery fire, and no one cared about him as a poor little character.

Some of the demons were already covered in napalm, and the fire was burning his skin. Running out of magic, he struggled and rolled, trying to extinguish the flames in the snow.

The low-ranking demon officers who could barely hold up the magic defense barrier could only look desperately at the flames of the white phosphorus bomb burning on their magic barrier at this moment.

Although these flames can't reach him for the time being, he also knows that these magical energies of his own are not enough to persevere.

At his feet, some of the demon soldiers who had been burned by the white phosphorus bomb and had their bones exposed, were still alive. They groaned in pain, and every breath was a great torment for them.

There was a suffocating smell in the air, burnt and full of blood. He didn't even dare to move his steps easily, because it was easy to step on those "corpses" that were still alive.

The "corpses" that are still alive, no longer visible or even shouting, will grab the ankles that step on their feet, like evil spirits from hell.

"Ahh Yes! Yes! "A demonic junior officer, already insane, struggled out of the trench and ran wildly into the depths of the forest.

He stumbled into a large tree, his shoulder cut black blood from a broken branch on the trunk. But he himself did not know it, and continued to run into the depths of the woods.

One soldier tried to hold his commander, but he had just followed him out of the trench when he was crushed in the head by a stray bullet.

Two more helicopters hovered over the woodland, bullets piercing the dense taiga and splashing patches of snow on the ground.

Bullets cut through the woods, breaking branches and shooting down a lot of snow. More bullets were fired at the demon's position, turning the black blood-soaked black earth into the air.

"The shelling can stop!" Seeing that there was no movement in the forest, the battalion commander of the heavily armored grenadiers led by him raised his arm, and then contacted the artillery unit behind him through his walkie-talkie.

Sure enough, after less than a minute, the shells stopped falling, the battlefield was no longer noisy, only the sound of the helicopter engine remained, which continued in the sky.

In the next second, the battalion commander's arm slashed forward, and his command voice sounded in everyone's headphones: "Start attacking!" ”

The armored vehicle in front of him began to move on, its massive tires crushing the low, withered yellow bushes in front of it.

A small tree was smashed off by the front armor of the inclined armored car, and the snow from the tree smashed on the armored car and was melted by the warm armor steel plates.

Because it is necessary to carry heavy armored grenadiers, this new infantry fighting vehicle has the same structure as the old infantry fighting vehicle, and the engines are front-mounted, so the heat of the engine is naturally in the front.

"Buzz...... The sound of the squeak......" motor suddenly sounded, and the fully automatic turret on top of the heavy armored vehicle quickly locked onto a target in front of it.

The 50 mm cannon erupted tongues of fire, a short burst of five shells, and the light left behind by tracer shells stagnated in the air.

In an instant, on the position of the demon troops opposite, a piece of dirt was splashed everywhere. The dirt was followed by an arm, which still held a broken bow and a loose bowstring.

The heavy armored grenadiers of the Ellanhill Empire, who had long since opened the barrier of magical defenses, walked step by step on the soft earth, trampling over the corpses left behind by the demon soldiers who had just fallen in the path of the charge.

They didn't even glance at the corpses at their feet, because they had seen many more deaths before than that.

"Long live the Ranhill Empire!" Following behind the armored body, one of the grenadier commanders loudly encouraged his soldiers.

With his shouts, the heavily-armored grenadiers moved forward more firmly. Their huge, heavy boots creaked one after the other as they trampled into the dirt.

"Bump Bump!" One soldier stopped, picked up his large-caliber assault rifle, aimed it at a distant target, and pulled the trigger with ease.

A volley of bullets hit the trunk of a tree, and sawdust flew everywhere. The branches next to the tree were broken, and a demon soldier who escaped next to the branch also screamed and fell to the ground.

The black blood immediately spread, staining the surrounding white blood black. The demon soldier struggled for a moment, but finally gave his breath and lay dead next to the stout tree.

Soon, the huge wheels of the heavy armored vehicles of the Iran Hill Empire ran over the trench positions where the demons were stationed.

The huge tires crushed the charred corpses, the bullet riddled corpses, the woundless corpses that had been shaken to death, the demon soldiers who still breathed......

"Long live the Origin of Magic!" After the armored car ran over the trench, suddenly, a demon soldier in the trench stood up with a long sword and shouting.

He was greeted by several black holes in the muzzle of the gun. Before the demon could slash off his sword, he was hit back by a barrage of bullets back to where he had pretended to be dead.

When he lay back, he could still feel the temperature on the ground behind him, but the dense blood holes on his body were spurting blood, and those black blood were taking away the temperature in his body.

"Ahh Another demon stood up, he had just been knocked unconscious by the cannonball, and now he was regaining his senses. He exclaimed, and then tried to grab the weapon beside him.

Unfortunately, before he could grab his weapon, there was an Elan Hill grenadier standing on the edge of the trench, looking down on him, and pulled the trigger of the weapon in his hand.

The charred demon struggled desperately in the trenches, and the passing Iran Hill Imperial grenadiers glanced at the undead enemy, unwilling to even make up for it.

They disdainfully pass by these doomed living "corpses", sometimes stepping on two feet directly, which can be regarded as a manifestation of the spirit of humanity.

In some places, the demons are not so completely dead, and they gather together, weapons in hand, and seem to want to resist stubbornly.

It's just that the heavy armoured grenadiers of the Elanhill Empire didn't give them any chance. Bullets came from all directions, knocking these stubborn guys into a sieve.

The demons who had been shot fell to the ground and snorted, and the heavy armoured grenadiers who had fired stepped forward and stabbed the screaming demons one by one with their bayonet spears.

The black blood remained on the bayonets, making them glow strangely in the winter sun, and making the remaining demon soldiers even more desperate.

These attacking Irlanhill Imperial soldiers did not pause, nor did they persuade them to surrender. They're just attacking like crazy, killing like crazy, slaughtering every target they can see.

"Wait! Wait a minute! I give up! I give up! A demon finally couldn't help it, shook his burned arm, and cried out in the sea of corpses and blood.

He no longer had any courage to resist these tough, murderous "demons" in front of him.

A human soldier dressed in steel walked up to him as he knelt on the ground, and stepped on his shoulder, trampling him back into the pile of corpses behind him.

Then, as the demon tried to struggle and raise his hands again, the human grenadier stabbed him diagonally in the chest with a bayonet.

"I ...... I give up...... Surrendered...... "The demon soldier who spat blood from his mouth still struggled, but he could feel his life quickly draining out of his body.

"It's late!" The human said this coldly, and drew his bayonet. Black blood splattered out, and it made a nice sound.

The demon commander, who staggered back to his headquarters, saw the truck that had been blown up by the missile to scrap metal, and saw the jeep that had been burned by the incendiary bomb.

The car, which was very beautiful when it came, has now been reduced to a charred black frame. And the earth dragon beast that had been ridden by the demon knight had been beaten into a sieve and spread out beside the tree where its reins were tied.

The headquarters, which was still hidden, was also destroyed by the bombs, leaving only a large charred crater and some scattered things.

Even in some places, you can see packaging of discarded human food, from instant noodles to various compressed biscuits, and some plastic skins of ham sausages.

Of course, there are also "relics" such as assault rifles, bulletproof vests, and other "relics" that have been blown up, broken or damaged, and that were previously stored in the command center.

"Why...... Why didn't those bastards fall for it! Why didn't they send someone to search for it? Why ......" The demonic officer, who was already a little crazy, staggered through the woods, watching the demon soldiers in the distance, who had lost their command, hiding like cockroaches in the light.

It was as if the humans were deliberately driving away these poor demon soldiers, deliberately gathering them together, and then easily killing these quail-like demon soldiers.

Compared with the previous politeness, the human beings at this moment are more like a group of demons, a group of demons with their fangs bared.

At this moment, the Demon Commander comprehended something extra. These humans in front of him may really be more powerful than the origin of magic, and his beliefs, in front of these humans, may just be a joke.

This is a complete joke...... Thinking of this, he shook his head vigorously, trying to shake out this ridiculous idea......

And at this time, several heavily armored grenadiers in the distance had already spotted him, the "leader" in armor.

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