Chapter 1172: courtyard

"Withstand! Withstand!" a demon defender shouted desperately, cheering up his soldiers, hoping that they could withstand the waves of the Elanhill Empire's servants' attack.

The ground has long been stained black with blood, the devil's corpses have piled up like a mountain, and there are stumps and arms everywhere. Some demons have not yet died, lying on the ground sobbing and howling.

The two sides did not look at the wounded lying on the ground at all. They stepped on the bodies of the wounded, and then brandished their weapons to produce more blood, more corpses, and more mutilated limbs. Arm and more wounded.

The Demon Servants of the Ailan Hill Empire did not plan to retreat this time. They organized one after another attacking phalanx and applied pressure forward regardless of loss.

At this moment, the heavy courtyard wall can no longer stop the attack of the Demon Servant Army. Hundreds of Demon Servant Army soldiers have already rushed through the narrowest position. They even connected the gap between the two walls into one piece in the courtyard. Occupies a position.

They stepped on the corpse and kept moving forward, and behind them, a rushing T-99 main battle tank of the Ailan Hill Empire crashed the crumbling wall between the two gaps with the car body. .

In the smoke and dust, the tank body was still hung with broken bricks on the wall and began to increase its horsepower to reverse.

The tank had just retreated, and there were countless demon servants soldiers who charged in through this huge gap with their long swords high.

Because the gap is too big, more and more demon servant soldiers rushed in, so seeing the courtyard wall this position is a bit unguarded.

The demon officer who was still shouting to stand up just now saw that he couldn't do anything, and finally commanded the soldiers crowding around him: "Retreat! Retreat into the inner courtyard! Hurry!"

There are two courtyard walls in the entire magic temple of Witthaorance, and the courtyard walls of the inner courtyard are not as tall and strong as the courtyard walls of the outer courtyard.

After all, the outer courtyard wall seems to have taken into account some defensive needs. The inner courtyard wall is purely for beauty and partition.

Therefore, as long as those courtyard walls collide randomly, they will collapse. It is not as easy to defend as the courtyard wall outside.

But there is always better than nothing. Seeing that there is no danger in the yard, if you don’t rely on the wall of the inner yard to dying, then you can only wait for death in this large square with all sides. .

As a result, the armored demon defenders turned around and began to retreat, leaving behind some broken demons, and they were quickly killed by the armored servants.

At this moment, in a crater in the yard, in a temporary position reinforced with mud, rubble and gravel on the edge, a Demon Defender's Maxim machine gun fired.

A demon held the grip of a machine gun in both hands, and pointed the water-cooled muzzle at the unsuspecting servant demons. He pulled the trigger, and the deputy shooter next to him helped him put the bullet chain into the body of the machine gun.

"Suddenly!" The sound of the machine gun's continuous firing sounded, and the bullets rained into the queue of the demon servants.

In just a moment, the demon servant soldiers turned their backs on their backs. The demon hit by the bullet fell to the ground. Some demon raised their shields, but they couldn't escape.

"Go to hell! Traitor! Traitor!" The face of the demon shooter holding the trigger was full of madness. He was here to break his comrades. The defending army kept pressing down and did not use this precious machine gun for the reason. That's it.

"Tututu!" Without the slightest pity or hesitation, this machine gun fired frantically, killing at least thirty poor servant soldiers in a short while.

More demons were shot and fell. They didn't have time to chase the retreating demon guards, or even to withdraw from the courtyard wall, and they fell one by one, and died one after another.

"Ka..." Suddenly, the machine gun no longer made a continuous clicking sound, and there was light smoke from the muzzle, and it stopped inexplicably.

"What's the matter? Why is it stuck?" Pulling the bolt, the demon shooter who wanted to troubleshoot looked at his machine gun, not knowing what to do for a while.

The secondary shooter helped pull the bullet chain belt made of canvas, and there was no way to pull the jammed bullet out of the gun.

No way, as the devil's industry collapsed a little bit with the war, the imitation weapons also lost a little bit of quality.

I won’t talk about dud bombs. When I mention them, it’s a bit of tears. For every dozen or so rounds of bullets shot by the soldiers on the front line, they may encounter a dead bomb. This kind of thing is not What a secret.

What's even more depressing is that the length of many bullets will also cause errors due to the inadequacy of the craftsmanship when installing the warheads. If the errors are large, they will get stuck.

The rifle is okay, anyway, one shot after another, if it gets stuck, it gets stuck. But this kind of situation with the machine gun makes people want to cry without tears.

Of course, the bullets can't be blamed entirely...because no one can say whether there will be problems with the internal parts of the imitation machine gun.

After all, if there is a problem with weapons on the battlefield, ninety-nine percent of the people involved are not able to find trouble with those **** who produce weapons.

Just as the two shooters were busy troubleshooting the machine guns, a huge black shadow enveloped them. As the shadow grew bigger and bigger, the surrounding soil also began to roll down the bottom of the crater due to the vibration.

The two people realized something, suddenly raised their heads, and saw two rolling tank tracks, pressing against them and their machine guns.

The screams were buried by the noise made by the tank's 1,500-horsepower diesel engine, leaving only one arm trembling outside the track.

The deputy shooter who was lucky enough to evade the track finally saw the blue sky after the tank ran over, but in the next second he was not in the mood to appreciate the scenery.

Because, standing next to the crater were the demon servant soldiers who were wearing armor and had just managed to escape from under the muzzle of the machine gun.

"Wait...Wait a minute! I, I surrender!" He tried to raise his hands high, and then he was stepped on his chest by a servant soldier who rushed down the crater.

He fell on his back, and the foot was heavily on his chest like this, and before he yelled, the sharp sword was inserted into his face.

Then, another sharp sword pierced his stomach, and then a long sword pierced his chest.