Chapter 1162: Spurned feelings

"Kill!" A ragged demon rushed towards the position of the defenders of the Ailan Hill Empire holding a long sword.

He surpassed the ruins with agility, then fell to the ground and stopped moving after a sudden shot.

The energy floating in the sky not far away gave these demon guards great courage. They were once unable to support them, but now they have the leeway to counterattack.

Although there are only some fools who are not afraid of death rushing out of the ruins of their hiding at this time, and then launching a charge like death to the offensive forces of the Ailanhill Empire, this still proves one thing-the source of magic is in this world How deep-rooted is the rule of China?

The demon soldiers stationed in the Witthallans Industrial Zone, room by room, were in ruins and were in ruins competing with the offensive forces, and they had no intention of giving up their positions.

Although the industrial zone has become a real ruined wall, these demons have no intention of giving up.

After all, behind this industrial area is the famous magic temple! That is the resting place of the Lords of God, and cannot be given to anyone.

In fact, gunshots have become very sparse in this industrial zone of Witholland. Most of the time here is a hand-to-hand battle of ruins and ruins, because most battles are still between demons and demons.

Here a demon wearing a heavy armor just brought down a demon defender hiding in a house, and there was a ragged demon sneak attack and killed a demon servant army with bright armor.

Both sides are constantly fighting, as if only fighting can make them forget the terrible and disturbing energy group above their heads.

"You...you wait! Soon the great source of magic will kill you all! Revenge for me!" A demon who fell on the ground clutching his chest stared at the enemy who killed him and shouted loudly. While yelling, black blood was constantly pouring out from his mouth.

Until death, he was determined that the **** he believed in could help him kill these **** enemies in front of him.

Such things are still happening in the corners of the battlefield, but the demon commanders on many positions are beginning to realize that things may not be so good.

"The enemy's offense is increasing... They have transferred more power to attack us." A demon officer pushed aside the soldiers crowded in the basement corridor and walked to his superior.

The old demon general with a not-so-looking complexion had a top helmet and drew his armour. He glanced at his most important subordinate and said: "The news that we just sent, the ten thousand team on our flank has collapsed. The gunshots have gradually faded away, and the opponent We are about to attack us soon."

"We should retreat... and join the people to the north..." the young officer persuaded worriedly.

"But the order we received before is to stick here no matter what." The old general said depressed: "The great source of magic previously played in person, and the pressure on our side has dropped sharply... Now he doesn't know why he stopped. Now, we can only find a way to stay here and buy enough time for him."

"My lord... In this case, the remaining troops of ours won't last long." The young officer knew his family's affairs. Of course, he knew this kind of defense and couldn't last long.

They were originally a 10,000-person team, responsible for garrisoning three neighborhoods nearby, but when they had the most troops, they only had more than 2,000 people.

After shelling and bombing, they lost a large number of soldiers, and now they can only find less than 700 soldiers who can continue fighting.

And most of these soldiers only have long swords and some tattered armors, only a few dozen rifles, and even fewer bullets.

Nevertheless, they have not received any supplies for two consecutive days. It seems that their superior troops have long forgotten that there is a force like them, and they have not given food or bullets.

They were stationed on the ground with nothing, and the only reason they succeeded in holding the position was that the troops of the Ailan Hill Empire had not attacked here.

It’s not too much to describe this unit with out of ammunition and food. All they can do is stay in the ruins and trenches, and when the enemy comes, waste a bullet from the opponent or make the opponent strenuously smash. Cut a knife.

"It's just 600 devil dogs. They have to kill them for a while? What's more, we are 600 fighters!" The old demon sighed, and then said, "Otherwise, what can we do?"

"If we fight to the death right now, at least when the source of magic wins, there is still a way for us to survive... But if we retreat now, no matter who wins, we will all die." He said as he handed it to the young officer. A letter: "Give this to the commander stationed near the temple..."

"My lord!" The young officer knew that it was his superior who gave him a chance to survive.

Sending letters is not considered a deserter, so he can at least live a while longer-this may be the old man in front of him, giving him the last bit of care.

"Don't say it! Although the task for you is relatively easy, you must be careful on the road. We no longer know where the enemy has advanced. The enemy's **** scouts are very powerful!" The old general obviously does not know the word sniper, so he only Can generally call those who sneered at them with familiar scouts.

In fact, this is also a common problem for many demons nowadays. They are exposed to too many new things at once, so the amount of words is obviously not enough.

By interrogating some captives who were too few to be too few, some fresh words were spread among the demons.

They can already utter words such as cars, airplanes, cannons, and even some high-level executives can utter professional vocabulary like fighter jets.

The young officer suddenly felt very wronged... really very wronged. Once, they were noble, cunning, insidious and brutal existences, but now they have found the brilliance of humanity in themselves.

In the past, they treated their enemies cruelly and were unwilling to pity the lambs to be slaughtered. Even if they die with their companions, they won't be half sad.

They firmly believe that the powerful existence in this world has the meaning of living, and they believe that the power imposed on them by the source of magic is the fundamental law of all.

However, when their beliefs began to collapse and their wars began to fail, they found sadly that they had begun to have the feelings they had previously rejected.