Chapter 551: Arrived

On the other side of the world, stepping on the broken sword, looking at the pieces of armor that have been deformed, looking at the blood stains that have dried up on the ground, Safilal pressed the long sword on his waist, and there was nothing on his face. expression.

He hasn't spoken for a long time, and since Lonsadre died on the front line of Grican, he has rarely spoken, and it has been the case until now.

The Battle of the Pass is still going on, but the situation has developed in favor of Gricken. A special operations force from Ailan Hill arrived in time to help the Gricken garrison there to stabilize the situation.

It is a pity that before that, Greken had already had an old magician killed in battle, and the memorial meeting of that old magician was being held on the side of the battlefield.

The memorial service on the battlefield couldn't be more simple, but it still made Safilal feel heavy and uncomfortable.

Just where he was standing, behind him, an m4 Tanklon from Ellen Hill drove past. The scrolling track was covered with dirt, and the golden eagle emblem made Safiral look at it. How awkward.

Yes, he didn't like Ellen Hill. He always felt that mortals were just mortals, and only great magicians were worthy of participating in the sacred war against demons.

What embarrassed him was that the great magicians could not win the sacred war against the demons. They now need to rely on the power of mortals to stabilize their defense.

The time and opportunity gained by Lonzadrefa Sage with his own life could not be used by Greken—Safiral stood there, listening to the engine of reinforcements coming from Elan Hill behind him. The sound, but the whole Greaken was devastated in his eyes.

The Volan Pass was full of ruined walls, the collapsed city walls and countless corpses were piled up here, and finally got the breathing troops, the soldiers who supported each other, and told Safiral about the tragic battle.

Not far away, the huge war machine that was too late to remove when the demon retreated was paralyzed on the battlefield. These huge tanks made from Ailan Hill’s tank were full of barbeds, like an enlarged one. a7v tank.

It's just that there is no artillery on this huge tank, not even a magic cannon, only a giant catapult.

What is annoying is that in front of the paralyzed war machine, there are some long spears inserted, and now on the top of those long spears, there are still some dead bodies of Greken horse cavalry that have been dead for a long time.

"General...we..." A magician walked over, looked at the Alanhill armored units that shouldn't have been here, frowned and said to Safilal: "We should defend our country. What does it mean to let these mortals come here?"

"Shut up!" Safilal coldly interrupted what the other party was saying, his tone was full of disgust and sorrow: "The opportunity that Sage Lonsadlei gave his life to win, who dares to waste my own hand? Kill him!"

The senior magician who wanted to say a few more words heard these words, looked at Safilar's face that was already ugly to the extreme, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and still didn't say anything.

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

Another armored vehicle rumbled behind Safiral, and the Ailan Hill armored soldier sitting on it looked down at the ancient armoured army, his eyes full of incomprehension and disdain.

He certainly didn't know why these troops still insisted on such backward equipment, and he certainly didn't know what exactly these people in front of him had experienced in the past few hours.

These soldiers using cold weapons, with their bodies, swords in their hands, and armors worn on their bodies, fought bravely and stubbornly against an enemy ten times stronger than them, until the arrival of reinforcements.

The captain and the gunner sitting on the tank, as they passed by the giant demon war machines, frowned and looked at the corpses of the human compatriots hung on the spears.

"Why do these demons do this?" The gun commander leaning on the tank hatch felt disgusted and was about to spit out the lunch he had just eaten.

The dried red blood on the spears was shocking in the sun, and the bodies that had lost their lives hung there like this, making people simply cannot bear to look directly at them.

"How do I know." The captain covered his mouth with his hands and replied in a low voice: "I think demons hate us, they must hate us very much... they want us to die."

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

"Yes, we hate them too." The captain looked at the dead bodies of the Gricken soldiers who hadn't been sorted out, and repeated the captain's words: "I can't wait to kill all these **** demons by myself!"

Not far from here, dozens of Ailan Hill grenadiers were carrying their ak-47 assault rifles, surrounding a dying demon soldier.

The opponent waved the long sword in his hand and yelled at the Ailan Hill soldiers who were wearing tactical vests and new helmets.

A demon with a mouth full of sharp teeth and teeth, the black blood on his body made him look a little embarrassed. This is a wounded demon, he roared loudly, struggling to death under the rain of bullets.

The surrounding Ailan Hill soldiers did not intend to capture the prisoners at all. They held their weapons and kept firing, allowing the dense bullets to restrict the movement of the demon soldier.

They didn't dare to approach, they were just using various weapons to consume each other's life. The demon soldier was hit by bullets and his whole body was covered in wounds, and black blood continued to flow from those wounds with his movements.

"Suddenly!" Suddenly, a leading Ailan Hill veteran caught the airstrike and hit the demon's neck and face with a row of bullets. The vital part was suddenly hit, and the dying demon finally screamed and lay on his back on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the Ailan Hill soldiers who had just controlled the distance and refused to advance easily finally swarmed up, stepped on the fallen demon under their feet, and made up many guns.

At the beginning, the fallen demon tried to struggle to get up, but then he lost his voice and just lay there, trembling slightly from the bullet.

Farther away, some demon dogs in twos and threes are being chased by Ailan Hill’s gunship. The engine roars in the sky, and the intensive sound of Vulcan cannons one after another. The demon troops have completely lost the momentum they had when they attacked Volan Pass , Was hunted down by Ailan Hill's Army Air Force.

However, further afield, the demon's troops did not completely retreat, they were still gathering incessantly, preparing to launch a larger-scale offensive.

Demon troops still have an absolute advantage in number, and only part of the demon troops were repelled. The remaining demons will continue to attack until they capture Volan Pass.

The main reason they did not attack right now was because Ailan Hill's 9th Army Group was launching a counterattack on the northern front, and the entire flanks of the demon attacking force were threatened.

The demons did not mean to retreat, and of course humans did not give up. As more and more Ailan Hill's combat troops arrived, the demon troops found that the opponents in front of them became less and less irritating.

Yes, it's getting harder and harder-just a few minutes ago, Ailan Hill's ultra-long-range rocket project carried a large number of cluster bombs and attacked the demon's subsequent troops.

In just a few seconds, the three reorganized Demon Ten Thousand Teams, under the attack of cluster bombs, turned into several square kilometers of minced meat.

When the demon retreated a little bit, some strange rockets fell between the two armies.

Then the demon forces began to counterattack, only to discover that those strange, unexploded rockets were actually carrying all kinds of landmines.

The engineers in Ailan Hill used rockets to mine mines quickly, and in a short period of about ten minutes, they deployed more than 4,000 landmines 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 nearby seem to have been wiped out.

Taking advantage of the precious time gained by the engineers and the air force, Ailan Hill's ground forces have begun to deploy new defensive positions at the Volan Pass.

Behind these positions, excavators briskly dug the hidden pits needed by the tanks, and ordinary soldiers wielding shovels are also working hard. They are preparing to repair their fortifications before the demon's next attack.

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

As long as the construction is completed before the next demon attack arrives to ensure that the infantry has its own shelter, the project will be completely completed.

"The devil has already launched an attack! Do you hear the sound of those mines exploding? We are the closest line of defense to the devil! Immediately enter the fighting state! Quick!" A voice sounded from a distant position, reminding his followers.

Hearing his orders, these soldiers worked faster. They laid packs of filled sandbags right in front of the trenches, forming a long breast wall with a peculiar shape.

And behind this breast wall, hundreds of Ailan Hill soldiers are arranging their weapons. They are preparing for the next battle. Next, they will block the attack of the demons and eliminate those demons who are attacking. On the road.

Behind these soldiers, one after another M4 tanks stopped on the reverse slope, and a little further behind, there were Grecan soldiers who bowed their heads while picking up the corpses. Behind these soldiers is beyond recognition. Walls of Volan Pass.

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