On the other side of the world, stepping on the broken sword, looking at the deformed fragments of armor, looking at the blood stains that had dried up on the ground, Saffiral pressed the long sword at his waist, and there was no expression on his face.

He hadn't spoken for a long time, and he had rarely spoken since Ronsadley died on the Griken front, and he still did.

The Battle of the Pass is still going on, but the tide is turning in Grecken's favor. A special operations force from Iran Hill arrived just in time to help the Grican defenders there stabilize the situation.

Unfortunately, before that, one of the old magicians in Griken had already died in battle, and a memorial service for the old magician was being held on this side of the position.

The memorial service on the battlefield couldn't be more shabby, but it still made Saffiral's mood heavy and uncomfortable.

Right where he stood, just behind him, an M4 tank from Iran Hill rumbled by, its curling tracks covered in dirt and the golden eagle emblem making Saffiral look awkward.

Yes, he didn't like Ran Hill, he had always felt that mortals were just mortals, and that the sacred war against demons was only for great magicians.

To his embarrassment, the great magicians could not win the sacred war against the demons, and they now needed to rely on mortal strength to stabilize their defenses.

The time that Ronsard Rafasaint had bought with his life, the opportunity he had gained, was beyond the reach of Griken - Saffiral stood there, listening to the sound of the engines of the reinforcements arriving behind him, but his eyes were full of devastation in the whole of Griken.

The Volan Pass was littered with ruins, crumbling walls, and countless corpses piled up here, and the troops who had managed to find a respite, and the soldiers who supported each other, told Saphilar about the horror of the battle.

Not far away, the battlefield was paralyzed by huge war machines that the demons had not had time to move away as they retreated, and these giant tanks made in reference to Iran Hill's tanks were covered in barbs, like an enlarged A7V tank.

It's just that this huge chariot has no cannons on it, not even magic cannons, just a giant trebuchet.

The obscure thing is that in front of the paralyzed war machine, there are some spears, and now on top of those spears, there are some long-dead corpses of the Grican Giant Horse Cavalry.

"General...... We ......" A magician walked over, looked at the Iran Hill armored troops who shouldn't have been here, and said to Saffiral with a frown, "We should defend our country, what is it to let these mortals come here?" ”

"Shut up!" Saffiral coldly interrupted what the other party said, his tone was full of disgust and sadness: "Longsard Le Fasheng sacrificed his life to win the opportunity, who dares to waste my own hands to chop him with my own hands!" ”

The high-level magician, who had wanted to say a few more words, heard this, looked at Saffiral's face that was already difficult to see, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and still didn't say anything after all.

The backbone of this country has left forever a few hours ago, and everyone has their own ideas, and everyone will go to a different end because of these ideas.

Another armored car rumbled behind Sapphiral, and the Iran Hill Panzer sitting on it looked down at the ancient armoured armoured ones, his eyes full of confusion and disdain.

Of course, he didn't know why these troops still clinged to such outdated equipment, and of course he didn't know what these people in front of him had experienced in the past few hours.

These soldiers, armed with cold weapons, used their bodies, swords in their hands, and the armor they wore to fight bravely and tenaciously against an enemy ten times stronger than them, and held out until reinforcements arrived.

The commander and gun commander sitting on the tank were frowning at the corpses of their fellow humans who were hanging from their spears as they passed by the demonic giant war machines.

"Why do these demons do this?" The gun commander, who was leaning against the hatch of the tank, felt so sick that he was about to vomit the lunch he had just eaten.

The dried red blood on the spears was terrifying in the sunlight, and the lifeless bodies hung there like this, making it impossible to bear to look at them.

"How do I know?" The commander covered his mouth with his hand and replied in a low voice, "I think the demons hate us, they must hate us very much...... They want us to die. ”

"You're right, they hate us." The gun commander nodded, agreeing with the commander's words: "Moreover, we hate them too. ”

"Yes, we hate them too." The commander looked at the corpses of the Grecon soldiers who had not yet been sorted out, and repeated the commander's words: "I can't wait to kill all these damn demons with my own hands!" ”

Not far from here, dozens of Elan Hill's grenadiers are holding their AK-47 assault rifles around a dying demon soldier.

The other man waved the sword in his hand and roared loudly at the Irlanhill soldiers wearing tactical vests and new helmets.

The demon with a mouth full of fangs and sharp teeth, the black blood stains on his body made him look a little embarrassed. It was a wounded demon, roaring loudly, dying under the hail of bullets.

The surrounding Iran Hill soldiers had no intention of capturing the captives at all, they held their weapons and kept firing, allowing the dense bullets to limit the movement of the demon soldiers.

They didn't dare to get closer, they were just using various weapons to consume each other's lives. The demon soldier was covered in wounds from the bullets, and black blood continued to flow from those wounds as he moved.

"Bump Bump!" Suddenly, an Elanhill veteran led by one seized the air strike and struck a volley of bullets into the demon's neck and face. The vital part was suddenly struck, and the dying demon finally screamed and lay on his back on the ground.

Immediately after, the Iran Hill soldiers who had just controlled the distance and refused to come forward easily finally swarmed up, trampling the fallen demon under their feet and replenishing many guns.

At first, the fallen demon tried to struggle to his feet, but then he was silent, and lay there, trembling slightly from the bullets.

Farther away, some demon dogs were being chased by Alan Hill's helicopter gunships, the engines in the sky roared, the dense sound of Vulcan cannons came and went, and the demon troops completely lost the momentum they had when they attacked the Volan Pass before, and were chased and killed by Ellan Hill's army aviation troops.

However, farther away, the demon's forces had not completely retreated, and they were still gathering in preparation for a larger attack.

In terms of numbers, the demon troops still have an absolute advantage, and only some of the demon troops are repulsed. The remaining demons will continue to attack until they take the Volan Pass.

The main reason why they didn't attack right away now was because Elanhill's 9th Army Group was counterattacking on the northern front, and the flanks of the entire demonic attacking force were threatened.

The demons have no intention of retreating, and of course the humans will not give up an inch of land. As more and more of Ellan Hill's combat troops arrive, the demon forces find that the opponents in front of them are becoming more and more difficult to mess with.

Yes, it's getting harder to mess with - just a few minutes ago, Alan Hill's ultra-long-range rockets attacked the demon's follow-up forces with a large number of cluster bombs.

In just a few seconds, the three reorganized demon 10,000 teams were turned into several square kilometers of minced meat under the attack of cluster bombs.

When the demon's side retreated a little, some strange rockets landed between the two armies.

Then the demon forces began to fight back, only to discover that those strange, non-exploding rockets were actually carrying various mines.

Iran Hill's sappers quickly laid mines with rockets, and in a short space of about ten minutes, more than 4,000 mines were deployed to parts of the area between the two armies.

These mines quickly blocked the contact between the two sides, which is why there are still demon forces attacking in the distance, but the demon forces in the vicinity seem to have been wiped out.

Taking advantage of the precious time gained by the sappers and the air force, Elanhill's ground forces had begun to deploy new defensive positions at the Wallan Pass.

Behind these positions, excavators briskly dug the hidden pits needed for tanks, and shovel-wielding ordinary soldiers were working hard to repair their defenses before the next attack of the demons.

Because they were built temporarily, these fortifications were basically not covered by a canopy, and of course there was no absolute security.

As long as the construction is completed before the next demonic attack arrives, and the infantry has their own cover, the project is complete.

"The demons have attacked! Do you hear the sound of those mines exploding? We are the closest line of defense to the demons! Get into battle now! Fast! A voice rang out from the distant position, alerting his subordinates.

Hearing his orders, the soldiers went about their work faster. They placed packed sandbags in front of the trenches, forming a long, peculiarly shaped breastwork.

And behind this breastwork, hundreds of Iran Hill soldiers, are arranging their weapons, they are preparing for the next battle, and then they will block the attack of the demons, and destroy those demons in the path of attack.

Behind these soldiers, one M4 tank after another stopped behind the anticline, and a little further behind were the Grecken soldiers who were bowing their heads and collecting their bodies, and behind these soldiers was the unrecognizable wall of the Vollan Pass.

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