"Hold on! Resist! A demon defender shouted desperately, cheering up his soldiers, hoping that they could withstand the onslaught of the Ranhill Empire's minions rising higher than the waves.

The ground had long been stained black with blood, the corpses of demons had been piled up, there were stumps and broken arms everywhere, and some demons were not yet dead, lying on the ground whimpering and wailing.

And both sides don't look at these wounded people lying on the ground, they step on the bodies of these wounded, and then they wield their weapons, creating more blood, creating more corpses, creating more stumps and more wounded.

The demon minions of the Elanhill Empire had no intention of retreating this time, and they organized one attack phalanx after another, exerting pressure on them regardless of their losses.

At this moment, the heavy courtyard wall could no longer stop the attack of the Demon Servant Army, and hundreds of Demon Servant Army soldiers had already rushed through the most narrow position, and they even connected the gaps in the two walls and occupied a position in the courtyard.

They stepped on the corpses and kept moving forward, and behind them, a rushing T-99 main battle tank of the Iran Hill Empire smashed the crumbling wall between the two gaps with its hull.

In the rising smoke and dust, the tank began to increase its horsepower and reverse the broken bricks on the walls that were still hanging on the hull.

No sooner had the tank retreated than countless Demon Servant soldiers, swords in hand, rushed through the gap.

Because the gap was too big, there were more and more demon servant soldiers rushing in, so the position of the courtyard wall was a little undefinable.

The demon officer, who was still shouting to resist just now, saw that he couldn't do anything, and finally ordered the soldiers gathered around him: "Retreat!" Evacuate to the inner courtyard! Fast! ”

The entire Witch Temple of Witthollands has two courtyard walls, and the inner courtyard wall is not as tall and strong as the outer courtyard wall.

After all, the outer courtyard wall seems to take into account some defense needs, and the inner courtyard wall is purely set up for the sake of beauty and partition.

Therefore, those courtyard walls will collapse as long as they are casually rammed, and they are not as easy to defend as the courtyard wall outside.

But there is always better than nothing, seeing that there is no danger to defend in the courtyard, if you don't rely on the courtyard wall of the inner courtyard to die and struggle, then staying in this large square with wind on all sides can only wait for death.

As a result, the demon defenders with armor turned around and began to retreat, leaving behind some broken demons, who were quickly killed by the fully armored servant army.

At this moment, in a bomb crater in the courtyard, in a makeshift position reinforced with dirt and rubble, a demonic defender's Maxim machine gun opened fire.

A demon with the grip of a machine gun in both hands pointed the water-cooled muzzle at the unsuspecting minion demons. He pulled the trigger, and the co-shooter beside him helped him hold the chain into the body of the machine gun.

"Bump Bump!" The sound of continuous machine-gun fire rang out, and bullets rained down into the ranks of the demon minions.

Just for a moment, the demon servant soldier turned on his back. The demons hit by the bullets fell to the ground, and some of the demons raised their shields, but they also died.

"Die! Traitor! Traitor! "The demon shooter who held the trigger had madness written all over his face, he was here to break the back of his comrades, and the defenders kept holding back this precious machine gun, and that's why.

"Tubu!" Without the slightest mercy or hesitation, the machine gun opened fire frantically, killing at least thirty poor servant soldiers in a matter of moments.

There were many more demons who were shot and fell, and they didn't have time to chase down the retreating demon defenders, or even retreat beyond the courtyard walls, so they fell one after another, and died one after another.

"......Click" Suddenly, the machine gun stopped making a continuous clicking sound, and light smoke came from the muzzle, and it stopped inexplicably.

"What's going on? Why is it stuck? Pulling the bolt, the demon shooter who wanted to troubleshoot the problem looked at his machine gun, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.

The co-shooter helped pull the chain strap made of canvas hard, and there was no way to pull the jammed bullet out of the bolt in the hurry.

There is no way, as the demonic industry collapses little by little with the war, the imitation weapons also lose their quality little by little.

I don't want to mention this kind of thing, but it's a bitter tear when I mention it - it's no secret that every dozen bullets fired by soldiers on the front line may encounter a waste bullet that doesn't fire.

What's even more depressing is that the length of many bullets will also be due to errors due to poor craftsmanship when installing the warhead, and if the error is large, it will be stuck.

The rifle is okay, anyway, it shoots one shot at a time, and if it gets stuck, it gets stuck. But when this happens to the machine gun, it really makes people want to cry without tears.

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

After all, if there is a problem with weapons on the battlefield, nine out of ten people will not be able to go to the trouble of those bastards who produce weapons.

While the two shooters were busy troubleshooting the machine guns, a large black shadow enveloped them. As the shadow grew larger, the surrounding dirt began to roll down the crater's slope to the bottom of the crater due to the tremors.

The two men realized something, and suddenly looked up, and saw two coiled tank tracks, pressing towards them and their machine guns.

The screams were drowned out by the noise of the tank's 1,500-horsepower diesel engine, leaving only one arm shaking outside the tracks.

The co-shooter, who had narrowly avoided the tracks, finally saw the clear blue sky again after the tank ran over, but the next second he was not in the mood to enjoy the view.

Because, standing next to the crater, were the soldiers of the Demon Servant Army who were wearing armor and had just escaped from under the muzzle of the machine gun.

"Wait...... Wait a minute! I, I surrender! He tried to raise his hands in the air, and was trampled on the chest by a soldier of the Servant Army who rushed down the crater.

He fell on his back, and the foot slammed into his chest, and before he could scream, the sharp sword was plunged into his face.

Then, another sharp sword stabbed him in the stomach, and then another stabbed him in the chest.