My Empire

On the fierce battlefield, there are corpses of demons everywhere. After several hours of offensive, these demon soldiers did not rush into City No. 48, but instead consumed their precious reserve team.

Among the countless bullet craters are the lingering demon remnants. They didn't dare to continue attacking easily, and couldn't find a good way to get out, so they could only stick to the position formed by the crater and wait for the arrival of their last moments.

The face of the old demon general headed by the flames of war was pitch black, lying in the middle of a bullet crater, looking at the indestructible human position in the distance, he felt uncomfortable.

His troops have lost nearly 20,000 people, and they have not been able to get any benefits in front of these human soldiers.

Although some demons broke into the human position, they couldn't make it into the climate at all. Soon these warriors were wiped out, and subsequent assaults were even more difficult to obtain results.

Then, as the opponent's strength became stronger and stronger, their demon's offensive force became less and less, and even rushing into the human defensive position became an impossible task.

Countless demons were killed on the attacking road, and more and more planes and artillery fire covered them, crushing them out of breath.

Just two hours ago, they had completely lost the ability to attack, and could only barely hold on to each place, unable to even move.

Maybe the humans on the opposite side are waiting, waiting for the follow-up reinforcements to arrive, waiting for a better chance to annihilate these demons, so they didn't take the initiative to launch an attack.

The two sides confronted each other until now. Just ten minutes ago, the blazing artillery stopped, and the devil finally got a short respite.

"If we surrender, will they... at least let our soldiers live... They didn't go to the magical continent to kill and set fire... they deserve to be forgiven." Finally, the demon general broke the silence and asked one of them. Subordinate.

He felt that there was no need to stick to the fight for the present. If you can surrender decently, you can at least guarantee the lives of the remaining demon soldiers.

You know, although it doesn’t look very eye-catching, there are still at least 20,000 demon soldiers here—the ones that can assemble quickly are originally the last elite of the devil, and the remaining 20,000 elites are almost the last of the devil. The main force.

As a demon commander, the old general didn't want to watch these good boys just die in a meaningless battle. They are here to fight against their opponents, not to be slaughtered by their opponents...

"Forgive? These humans are more cruel than us. None of the compatriots caught by them can come back alive!" A demon general wiped the long sword in his hand and answered his boss's words in a cold voice.

They now have deep feud with humans, not only because the tens of millions of soldiers expedition to the magic continent have never returned, but also the hatred of millions of demons being killed in the demon world!

The old general has also read many books on the Magic Continent, so he has some understanding of the state of war between the two sides in the past: "But I remember that they have this tradition and will not easily execute enemies who surrender..."

"That is the war between them, the war between the same race, of course, will not rush to extinction." The demon officer wiped his long sword, replied with a wry smile on his mouth.

"At least humans haven't driven the elves, dragons and other races to extinction... so we can try, can't we?" The old general still didn't believe it, he planned to try it himself.

"You can try... but I don't have any hope." The middle-aged demon officer obviously shook his head and said that he was fighting to the end.

"How to try?" The old general was very interested in this.

"Let some people stand up and get out of the crater..." The demon officer thought for a while and came up with a way.

"Then let the remaining soldiers of the Shelk Ten Thousand Team raise their hands and walk out of the crater..." The old general also felt that this was a method worth trying.

"As you wish, sir." The demon officer gestured to the distance twice, and then the same order was passed on.

"Damn it, what **** order is this?" A messenger company rolled into a crater and then dictated the commander's order. The demon soldiers who heard the order looked at each other. A sturdy officer frowned and asked: "They don't accept our surrender at all. Why do we just stand up like this and raise our hands to the enemy?"

"Don't let us carry weapons yet, **** it, even if we let us carry weapons, we don't want to stand up in this situation..." He stared at the messenger angrily, and seemed to want the other party to go back and confirm this damn. command.

"This is to die! We can't carry out this kind of order." Several other demon soldiers also nodded and said.

"We are soldiers of the Demon Race... We are never greedy for life or fear of death... Carry out the order, soldier." A demon officer in the lead patted his sturdy subordinates and motioned for the other to calm down.

Then, facing the human line of defense, he stood up first and raised his hands high. Although he never felt his arms were so heavy, he still clenched his teeth and persisted.

Immediately afterwards, some demon soldiers who followed him also got up, raised their hands, and slowly walked towards the human position.

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"What are they doing? Surrender?" On Ailan Hill's defensive position, a soldier saw a demon in the crater in the distance and stood up with his hands high, turned his head and asked his boss.

His platoon leader also saw this scene through the holographic scope, even more clearly than his soldiers saw: "They must be crazy..."

"Yes, they know that we never accept their surrender. We don't accept the surrender of civilians. They are soldiers, and we are even less likely to accept their surrender." A company commander lowered his binoculars and muttered to his eyes. Radio communication equipment around him.

"Damn, several targets have stood up..." Some soldiers said irritably, and more and more demons stood up, raising their hands high.

No one shot, and the battlefield was silent for a while to death. This kind of silence is really weird, so weird that people can't believe that there was still noisy gunshots two hours ago.

"These demons are really not afraid of death..." A soldier rubbed his nose, frowned and expressed his emotion. While sighing, he checked the grenades next to him to see if they were still within reach.