"See? That's our missile! A veteran pointed to a ballistic missile flying in the distance and told a recruit next to him, "I didn't expect there to be so many." ”

As he shouted, more soldiers looked at the white tracks that were whistling towards the distant horizon. The marching team was still moving, but the soldiers in the team, with all their eyes, were watching, looking at the missiles in the distance.

And more missiles, dragging a long tail flame, immediately rose from the ground, followed by the missiles in front of them, and flew into the distance together.

Above the ruins of Wetholands, the surviving demons are trying to repair their city.

Some demon soldiers are carrying boulders and restoring the walls that have been blown down by bombs. The originally thick and sturdy city walls are now riddled with holes.

The heavy stone bar, which was almost impenetrable, dissipated like powder under the power of the 500-kilogram aerial bomb landslide and crack.

The magical defense inscription carved into the city wall also completely collapsed with the explosion. Cracks and broken stones everywhere remain, and only the remains of the majestic walls are still standing on the outskirts of Witholands.

And those factories that were blown up, some were inside the city walls, some were outside the city walls. No way, when the city walls were built, there were not so many factories.

The demon soldiers who were originally stationed on these walls have also suffered heavy losses, and the remaining soldiers are like wandering ghosts, wandering around the city walls, lazily repairing the walls that are almost useless under the watchful eye of the officers.

After two bombardments, these poor demon soldiers have realized what kind of enemy they are facing.

Although they still believe that the source of magic can lead them to victory, the reality is cruel in front of them - victory and defeat are only a result, but many of them do not seem to be able to wait for this result.

In the open-air tent not far away, there were many wounded demon soldiers lying there, they were pitifully waiting for rescue and medicine, but they didn't think that there were no more supplies to distribute to them.

"These wounded have no food to distribute, they are all going to starve to death, or die here before starving to death because of lack of medical care." A demonic officer stared at the "temporary hospital" in the distance and said with some depression.

There were some of his soldiers in it, and after losing them, he, the captain of the thousand-man team, had a few dozen less men who could command.

Counting the losses from the last bombardment, he only had more than 400 men left in his hands - his troops were originally dissatisfied with the lack of soldiers, but now they have lost some soldiers, and the situation is even worse.

"More than 2,000 wounded soldiers, only two doctors...... It's really terrible. Another demon officer complained, "The enemy's army has not yet reached us, and we are almost half of our losses!" ”

"Yesterday another 2,000 young people were levied across Witholands...... Estimate that it will replenish your troops. The demon officer, who had only more than 400 people left in his hands, could only force his expression and comfort his colleagues.

The complaining officer sighed, somewhat numb to such a supplement: "None of them have received decent training...... In this case, they simply cannot be of any use. ”

Without waiting for his companions to continue to comfort him, he said to himself: "Once the enemy attacks, such recruits will collapse, and their collapse will also wrap the veterans in collapse, and it is better not to have them than to have them...... Moreover, how much can such a soldier replenish me? 200 pcs? ”

"No kidding." Hearing his words, another demon officer hurriedly waved his hand: "Do you really dare to think that there are still 200 of them?" I can give you 15 more, so you can have fun! ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the ruins of the walls in the distance, made a huge gesture, and said, "Do you know how many thousand people there are in Witholands?" Exactly 1,100 of them! ”

This is not an exaggeration, indeed, in the vicinity of Witholands, including the army stationed in the city, it is a full 110,000 people!

In other words, theoretically, the Magical Origin has amassed an army of almost 1.1 million in his lair!

However, this is only theoretical. In fact, most of these demon 10,000 teams are not satisfied, and even the vast majority of them only have about half of the troops.

Even so, there are still 500,000 demon troops near Wetholands, and they are responsible for protecting the most magnificent and huge demon city, as well as protecting the invincible source of magic in their minds.

With such a huge force, there are only 2,000 recruits recruited, which also shows from one side how desperate the demon's armed forces are now.

The 2,000 people who were finally recruited had to be added to the 1,100 thousand-person team, with an average of one thousand-person team, and even two people were not satisfied!

Yes! It's so pathetic. Originally, there were only about half of the soldiers, and the loss of ten may not be able to replenish one...... How much combat effectiveness can such a unit have?

Not to mention the ethereal combat power, after all, even the elite of the demon race with the strongest combat power could hardly resist the frontal attack of the Iran Hill Empire's army.

Let's just say that now these poor so-called demon soldiers have already behaved very embarrassed in the face of the two bombings of the Irlanhill Empire.

While the two demon officers were talking, several demon soldiers moved a huge stone bar aside with the help of a four-legged orangutan.

The corpses that had been buried under the collapsed stone wall were exposed one after another, which made people sigh to see.

Everyone was silent, clearing the ruins little by little, restoring some streets that had long been unrecognizable.

Strong soldiers and four-legged orangutans carry the rubble to the crater, then kick it down and cover it with some dust, even if it is filled.

The road was so torn that it stretched into the distance, all the way to the walls of the temple.

"Thanks to the Great Magical Origin, we were able to repel those damn planes! As long as the Great Magical Origin exists, we will not lose the war! One of the officers looked at the craters that had already been filled in and exclaimed.

The demon officer standing beside him nodded, agreeing with him, "You're right, as the spokesperson of the god of magic, the great source of magic is still there, and we can use magic to defeat those difficult enemies!" ”