In the ruins of bomb craters, several demon soldiers are building their new positions. These craters can save them the time of digging trenches, and they can be considered to be the best use.

They tried to pile up some dirt in the direction of facing the enemy, and then buried some corpses and rubble in front of them to strengthen their positions.

To the left of the crater they had armed, was a two-thirds of a collapsed building. There are only two floors left in the building, and the remaining two floors have only two walls and half of the second-floor floor.

On the first floor of the building, which had collapsed in half, there were several demons stationed there, who were responsible for holding back the Iran Hill Empire's troops from attacking along the road, preventing them from driving straight into the plaza behind.

This is the edge of the city, and yesterday's battle has routed the demon forces in the suburbs back to the city, and they have strengthened their existing defenses and put on a posture of fighting to the end.

A demon is holding a Mauser 98K rifle in his hand, and he is not wearing armor, because the current demon army can no longer issue enough armor to his soldiers.

Only low-ranking demonic officers have armor, and these armors are not complete, and the commander in this crater only has cuirasses, not shoulder armor.

"Save some ammo! Don't shoot just yet! When the enemy is close, you aim again! The officer, who had no shoulder armor, instructed his men.

He also knew that this order might not be useful at all, because most of his men were recruits who had not been trained in combat.

God only knows how much combat strength these recruits have, and it is better to expect them to kill the enemy than to expect them not to flee.

The officer trusted the two archers to his left more than the demon soldiers with Mauser 98K rifles.

They are the well-trained demon soldiers, and it is up to them to solve the problem at the critical moment.

"I, I see." The rifle shooter, whose voice trembled a little even when he spoke, replied very unresolutely.

His family knows his own affairs, and he now only has four bullets in his gun and a magazine in his pocket - this little son ammunition is definitely not enough for a fight.

But he couldn't help it, when he distributed the weapons, he was given a total of 10 rounds of ammunition, and he fired a shot in yesterday's battle, but he didn't hit anyone at all.

There are only nine rounds left, and yesterday's shot was his only live-fire training.

It is simply unrealistic to expect a shooter like him to kill the enemy, he has never even hit a target so far, and he has no idea how to hit the target with a bullet.

In addition to this unreliable archer, there are also two archers, and the rest of the soldiers are only short weapons.

A few men also had shields, and most of the remaining soldiers had only a sword or an axe. Such an army is more like beggars than a regular army. The guerrillas are probably better equipped than they are.

The sun has not yet risen, but the pre-dawn darkness is over. Visibility was now tens of meters, and faintly, something seemed to be approaching at the other end of the street.

"Attention! Note! There's movement over there! The demonic officer guarding the crater lowered his voice to remind his comrades beside him, gesturing to his companions on the other side of the ruins.

The dozen or so demon soldiers stationed over there replied with a gesture that they were ready for battle, and this silent exchange was completed.

A few seconds later, the sound of neat footsteps broke the silence of the early morning. The demon stationed in the crater widened his eyes and was speechless in shock by what he saw.

The battle they had imagined before was to face the terrible tanks of the Irlanhill Empire, the overwhelming artillery fire, and the dense tracer bullets like fishing nets.

But now, before their eyes, there was a different scene: on the opposite side was a bronze wall of neat shields, and spears as dense as hedgehogs protruded from the gaps in the shields.

This is the army that the demons are all too familiar with, this is their former army! It's just that their army does not have such heavy and beautiful armor, nor does it have such a uniform and beautiful shield.

One after another golden eagles are carved into the shields, and the black shields have golden edge patterns. Such shields are so dense that they are impossible to count.

It was as if a sea of shields had suddenly appeared on the edge of Withollands.

In the shocked and helpless eyes of the demon defenders, the demon army, holding a heavy shield and full of sharp spears, pressed over in pitch black.

"Phew!" Suddenly, a gunshot echoed in the early morning air, and he didn't obey his commander's order at all, and the overly nervous demon rifle shooter directly chose to shoot at the copper wall.

The bullet struck the demonic minions' open barrier of magical defense, pierced through the barrier and slammed into the shield, leaving a deep pit in the shield before settling into the shield to end its rampage.

"Whew...... Drink! Call...... Drink! The army of demonic minions, which had been attacked, continued to advance without hurrying forward shouting slogans, and the dull sound of war drums spread along with the sound of trumpets after the sound of gunfire.

The heavily armoured soldiers on either side drew their long swords at their waists, held smaller round shields, and rushed silently into the ruins of the buildings they passed.

The swords shimmered in a chilling glow as the sun rose. The demons stationed in the ruins, and the demons that rushed to the ruins, began the most primitive fight.

No one thought that the human army of the Orchid Hill Empire had no intention of getting bogged down in war at all. They simply watched indifferently from their forward positions, watching the demon forces fight in the ruins with the most savage means.

This is the real flesh mill, compared to the bloody battlefield imagined by the origin of magic, the hell created by the Emperor of the Orchid Hill Empire is obviously more cruel and desperate!

"Archer!" Seeing that the enemy was approaching, the demon officer, who didn't even have shoulder armor, drew the long sword at his waist and slashed forward: "Release the arrow!" ”

The two archers silently drew their demon-breaking arrows and aimed them at the neat phalanx. The way they are most familiar with fighting is to face such an enemy.

On the opposite side of them, behind the almost airtight shield wall, the demon soldiers, who could only see the path through the gaps, stepped on the drums, took heavy steps, listened to the rough gasps of their companions, and approached the crater where the gunshots had just sounded.