Chapter 1023: Bloody order

According to the total number of troops marked on the map, the number of troops assembled by the source of magic in Withalans is indeed more than 1 million. If you count some peripheral troops, the total should be close to 2 million.

Unfortunately, no one dared to tell him that those troops were basically made up of dissatisfaction. A 10,000-person team can have 4,000 soldiers, which is already a very good "integrated" unit.

As for the map placed in the magic source room a few days ago, the situation on it has not been changed, and the status of the units marked has not been updated.

According to the latest situation this morning, several troops on this map no longer exist! They have been wiped out, nothing is left!

Some troops have been hit hard and have retreated from the defensive lines in the outer suburbs. Some of these retreated 10,000-person teams have a few hundred people left, and some have a thousand people left. In short, they are very far away from the "10,000-person team".

Now, the source of magic does not know these conditions, and no one dares to tell him these things.

In the past, the source of magic had loyal devotees and waiters in white robes. They could help the source of magic control the demons, and help him collect information to control the overall situation.

But now, almost all the fanatics have fallen on the road of the expedition, and the white-robed **** waiter has also been wiped out nine out of ten.

Therefore, the source of magic has lost control of the entire demons, and he has become the deceived king on the throne.

It is like the head of state in 1945. He has been deceived by a bunch of false news. As a leader, he has lost his basic judgment of reality and has no clear understanding in his mind.

This situation is no different from madness. In the eyes of others, it is full of nonsense and dreams. Apart from venting and useless rants, there is no meaningful command.

Swallowing another spit, the poor demon general no longer remembered how much of his own saliva he had swallowed.

He opened his mouth tremblingly, and said in the lowest possible voice: "The great source of magic...We are organizing a counterattack, but we don't have enough artillery, and there is no way to gain a local advantage."

Who knows, it was this sentence he barely squeezed out, which happened to hit another pain point in the source of magic.

In the early years, the devil took advantage of magic and military strength, and used his strong body and fierceness to defeat countless opponents.

In that era, the source of magic was like the **** of this world, but who could have imagined that now all of this has become illusory.

Airplanes and artillery have become indispensable weapons and equipment for war. Bravery and tenacity are simply worthless in front of the iron torrent.

The quantitative superiority that once made the demons proud of has long since disappeared in the face of nuclear and genetic weapons.

Where's the long sword? Where's the crossbow? What about the earth-shattering magic cannon? What about the majestic drums of war? What about the long horn sound? What about the infantry phalanx that covered the wilderness, and the demon air force that covered the sky?

To be honest, the current source of magic has too many questions in his mind, and there is too much anger.

He tapped the map on the wall with his hand, tapping constantly, and the dull sound was particularly abrupt and embarrassing in the originally not spacious basement.

There is no way to use the hall that can make the sound sacred. After all, there will be shells falling down when it is not good, making it completely ruined.

The walls of the original strong hall were already full of cracks, and the mottled marks were so shocking that no one would dare to go there for meetings again.

No one was talking in the basement, and everyone was used to it in the last two days, letting the source of magic sing a one-man show.

Ever since, the source of magic is also more willing to sing his one-man show, anyway, everyone has no way to solve the problem, then happily together hurt each other.

While beating the wall, he continued to roar: "Joke! When did the devil rely on artillery in war? We didn't have these messy weapons before! Isn't it invincible? Now, your guts have been scared. Now! Without the cannon, you won't even be able to fight!"

"But, the great source of magic...If we don't have the firepower advantage, our soldiers will suffer very heavy losses. At that time, there will not be enough troops to defend Withalans!" A demon general quickly explained. .

Although he has no way to solve the problem that humans have surrounded Withalens on both sides, he, as a sergeant general, still has the foresight to judge the best solution under the current situation.

Humans have powerful long-range weapons and no fortifications. The devil’s troops fight back to deliver food. It would be better to leave the troops in the ruins, a little bit of consumption, perhaps you can hold on for more time.

"..." The source of magic stared at the talking demon general, and he suddenly shut up and said nothing, making everyone nervous.

According to past experience, this time the great source of magic will take action and solve this meeting by killing a demon general.

However, unexpectedly, the source of magic did not do that this time. He laughed suddenly, it was creepy.

After laughing enough, he suddenly looked at the old demon general headed by him, and said: "Then don't fight back! Let all the demon troops be stationed in the positions where they should be stationed!"

"Without my order! No retreat!" He clenched his fist and commanded in an indisputable voice.

"Without my order! Can't take a step back!" His cruel voice sounded in the basement, making all the demon generals shudder.

"You have to hold on to every piece of ruin! Fight to the last person!" He commanded desperately, his voice full of horror.

It seems that at this moment, he has given up victory, or the idea of ​​continuing.

Now he, his head is full of jade and stone burned and gone together! He is going to turn Werthalens into a huge flesh-and-blood mill, where he wants to let the demons and humans shed blood.

Once this terrible thought is unfolded, it can no longer be taken back. So the source of magic continued to command: "If your position is lost, then you will die in the position too!"

He emphasized his command, making every demon who heard the command cold sweat: "I want every magic tower and every house to become a human grave!"

"I want every inch of the land here to be stained with blood!" He clenched his fist and ended the meeting with the bloodiest words: "Kill! Go! Go! Go and kill a **** storm!"