"For His Majesty the Demon King! For the love of the Ranhill Empire! Advance! Amid the rumbling drums of war, a demonic officer brandished his sword and loudly encouraged his soldiers.

In fact, at this time, the use of war drums to command the troops was already a very backward means. It's a pity that the Demon Minions have never been able to get any decent weapons and equipment, so they can only play according to the set of tactics they are familiar with.

However, in the face of the demon defenders who have collapsed, the already backward tactics of the servant army can still be used.

After all, this is a bloody and cruel battle in which both sides are worse than each other, and it doesn't matter if you are bad, as long as the opponent is worse than yourself.

The demon defenders on the opposite side had no combat power at this moment, and they had even exhausted their desire to fight.

During the day yesterday, the two sides fought on the battlefield, and everyone still had a feeling of being evenly matched, but the crazy slaughter last night had made the demon defenders lose their basic confidence in fighting.

A night of one-sided killing had brought the demon defenders to the brink of collapse, and the last bit of courage they had had had been wasted in the subsequent counterattack.

But when they counterattacked, they found that there was not a single human shadow in the position they lost last night.

There are only the corpses of demons that have not yet been disposed of, and the ground is covered with corpses! It's like hell, densely packed with corpses everywhere.

The picture in front of me and the heartbeat of last night made these demons who participated in the counterattack lose all their courage.

Then they had to face a new attack from the Ellanhill Empire's demonic minions.

The demon defenders, who had not rested at all, had been completely crushed at this moment, both mentally and physically.

They were sleepy and tired, and they did not have enough troops, and they did not have the will to resist, so they were in a state of confusion and ushered in a new battle.

Right in front of them, the demon minions of the Ellanhill Empire drew their swords and cut down the demon defenders who were about the size of a stake to the ground.

Aside from screaming, the numb demon defenders did little else, and the resistance was even weaker.

The demon defenders, who were on the verge of collapse, numbly retreated to the positions they had set out from in the early morning, and then were driven out of those positions and routed deeper into the neighborhoods.

No matter how the officers of those demon defenders used their long swords to spur their men, these demon soldiers who had lost their fighting spirit could no longer stop their disintegration.

"Long live the Ranhill Empire!" A demonic soldier in armor slammed open the door in front of him, and his comrades behind him swarmed in with swords in hand.

Dozens of soldiers pushed each other and rushed into the building, and the demon soldiers inside also tried to resist with their weapons.

As a result, the moment they met in close quarters, the soldiers of the Demon Servant Army, who were recuperating and waiting for work, found that the other party's reaction speed seemed to be much slower.

After all, not sleeping all night is a huge drain on physical energy. At the moment of chopping, the winner is decided.

Most of the demon defenders were already lying on the ground, and only a few of the demon minions were stabbed with swords and fell.

More soldiers from the Demon Minions Army then poured in and pulled their wounded companions out of the room, while others rushed in again.

Seeing that there were more and more demon soldiers wearing armor, those demon defenders who only had leather armor or only breastplate were finally pressed back into the various rooms in the building.

Without unified command and a formation to cover each other, these demon defenders who were divided and surrounded immediately became a herd of lambs to the slaughter.

They were cleaned room by room, and some demons even shouted in despair to surrender.

Unfortunately, no one heeded such shouts, and the demon servants who had not received the order did not dare to take any prisoners, so they could only carry their long swords and cut down the poor creatures that were kneeling on the ground.

A demonic officer pressed the long sword at his waist, stepped on the corpse that fell on the stairs, and walked up to the second floor step by step, this building originally had five floors, but because of the collapse, now only two floors can be used.

The demonic officer who had climbed up the ranks looked contemptuously at the corpses of his fellow men at his feet, and seemed to be more concerned about whether his shiny iron-clad boots were stained with black blood.

He carefully avoided the sticky blood and walked to a relatively clean room on the second floor.

Then, he stopped, turned sideways, and tilted his head at the adjutant-like demon behind him, signaling that he could work.

The demon hurried forward and unfurled the black eagle banner that had been prepared long ago through the window.

With the breeze, the black flag was gently unfurled, and the eagle in the middle of the flag spread its wings, looking so mighty.

The demon soldiers who had been waiting downstairs for a long time caught the lower end of the flag, and they used nails to put the two horns of the lower flag on the wall, and their movements were clean and skillful.

It only takes one glance to know that they often do this kind of work, after all, behind them, there are already several blocks of buildings or ruins that have hung the banner of the Irranhill Empire in this way.

"Knock knock knock......" The sound of war drums outside the house continued, and the neat line of the Irlanhill Empire's demonic minions continued to advance along the street.

At each fork in the road, these neat phalanxes would split into a group of soldiers to form another phalanx and advance along a new path.

All the buildings they pass through are to be hung with the flag of the Irranhill Empire. And as these flags are flown more and more, the more neighborhoods controlled by the Ellanhill Empire.

The battle of Wittholands was only entering its second day, and the attackers seemed to have mastered the rhythm of victory. At this rate, in less than twenty days, the Iran Hill Empire could take the city.

Of course, that's not how it works, after all, there is still a difficult source of magic in this city, and those demons who obey him will not sit still.

They will fight to the end, and the Empire of Irlanhill wants them to fight to the end. Because only when there is a winner or loser, things will be easier to arrange and those headaches will be easier to solve.