Chapter 242
My Empire Chapter 242
2020-11-03
Chapter 242 242 no longer existsWhat the hell is going on? Covering his nose, a magician saw the bombed position in a mess. A bombing of this magnitude would have taken a heavy toll on the entire position, but it was impossible to kill everyone.
But now, he didn't see the living people struggling on the ground, only the puppets were still cleaning the battlefield, moving back and forth.
He frowned, and suddenly smelled a faint stench. A hint of alertness rushed into his brain, and he subconsciously stopped breathing.
Then, the magician wanted to use magic to dispel the unsettling smell around him. But when he mobilized the magical aura in his body, he found that he could no longer control these manic and restless magical auras.
He, from the puppet empire, is also a high level magician, and he was ordered to guard the bridge here, blocking all possible attacks.
However, before him, a high level magician of the Holy Demon Emperor had fallen. He died under the explosion of a nuclear weapon when Bellevue was attacked, which made all the high level magicians of the Holy Demon Emperor feel the danger.
Although the magician was also afraid, worried that Alanhill would use nuclear weapons to directly attack the bridge, but the people above told him that Alanhill would not easily use such terrifying and tyrannical weapons.
Through Grecon, Alanhill and the puppet empire have formed a tacit understanding in performance: as long as the puppet empire's god puppet or high level magician no longer assassinates the high-level Alanhill, then the high-level Alanhill will also refrain from using nuclear weapons.
With this assurance, he was ordered to the San Lunos Bridge and reluctantly accepted the task of protecting the bridge.
However, everything in front of him suddenly made him, the high level magician of the Holy Demon Emperor country, feel the danger - he stopped breathing, but found that he still seemed to be affected by something.
His nerves seemed to be damaged, and when he tried to continue breathing, he found that his breathing system was unresponsive. It's a state that scares him, and he desperately tries to get his breath back.
So he reached out and grabbed his neck, but felt no pain. He desperately longed to enjoy the comfort of the air entering his lungs again, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't do it.
"What's wrong with you?" A high-level puppet wearing a mask came over, looked at the magician who was clasping his neck violently, and asked with a weird emphasis: "What's wrong? ?"
"Russian...Russian...Suobuchu dialect...I..." The magician tried his best to say something, but he took some residual gas left in his lungs. all used up. His face was even paler, and his hands had already scratched his neck to bleed.
"Can I help you with something?" The high level puppet extended the hand, hoping to help the magician, but the other party had already fallen straight down, fell to the ground, and was gone. sound.
"Mr. magician? Sir? Your Excellency?" The high-level puppet, one-knee kneels, stood beside his superior, asking over and over again, not knowing what he should do.
Unfortunately, the high level magician lying in front of him can no longer give any orders, he can only lie down like this, feeling that everything in front of him is gradually dimming, until the darkness swallows it up. everything about him.
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In the distant sky, the B-52 bomber group has occupied the launch position, all the bombers are ready to attack, their purpose is to attack San Luno Bridge, completely destroy this target.
"We are approaching the target area! Wireless Electronics coordinates show that we are ready to launch missiles!" Inside the plane, the navigator looked at the instrument in front of him and pressed the intercom to confirm to his captain and pilot road.
The captain-pilot re-checked their coordinates, and then re-checked the status of the plane with the co-pilot before giving a thumbs up: "The plane is in a stable condition! You can launch missiles!"
The front-line commander gave the order to continue fighting in the cabin: "Open the missile safety! Determine the launch coordinates! Check the status of the missile!"
The bombardier gave a thumbs up, right The commander around him reported: "The missile is all normal! The coordinates have been entered! It can be launched!"
"Launch the super hound, long live Alanhill!" The officer clenched his fists and ordered loudly.
"Launch!" The bombardier pressed the button in front of him, and then felt the fuselage of the huge B-52 strategic bomber tremble slightly.
This is not a small effort, to know how huge this B-52 bomber is? It has a take-off weight of over 200 tons! Because the fuselage is too great cultivator, when it is parked on the ground, its fuselage is slightly bent due to gravity.
Such a huge bomber can still feel a slight tremor when launching missiles, which can clearly tell how much the Super Hound air-to-surface missile mounted under the wing is. is heavy.
It has a ton heavy conventional explosive warhead, which is loaded with the latest high-explosive charge, as long as one hits such a missile, the San Lunos Bridge will be completely broken, and there will be no other possible.
"Missile fired!" the bombardier shouted after the second light went out.
Then, with his cry, the B-52 began to climb. Another B-52 bomber next to it began to drop bombs, and two Super Hounds sped out under the huge bomber wings.
Coupled with the inertia of the bomber's forward flight, these missiles were quite fast, and they pressed forward towards the bridge.
A missile fell into the river while turning, but the missile next to it swept past the agitated water column and continued to charge towards the important bridge.
"Whoosh!" The noise of a huge turbojet echoed through the canyons, and then the missiles scattered across the sides of the bridge.
The first missile that hit the bridge passed through the bridge hole and fell into the river. The second missile hit the pier of the bridge at once, and the explosion set off covering the heavens, shielding the flame of the sun.
The sturdy-looking pier shattered and collapsed in the explosion, but the deck of the bridge swayed violently without any problems. Although a large number of the puppet troops walking on it fell off the bridge, there were still more puppets who crossed the bridge and reached the other side.
The third missile slammed into the little remaining magic defense barrier, smashed the barrier at once, rubbed the deck of the bridge, and rolled into the river on the other side of the bridge.
The fourth missile still missed the target and hit an anti-aircraft gun position on the shore, setting off a huge black mushroom cloud. More than 1 ton of high explosives is no joke, and the power of the explosion is definitely not trivial.
Most of the missiles did not hit their targets. After all, the attack accuracy of 70 meters is not very accurate data. However, under the attack of more than a dozen missiles, the San Luno Bridge still suffered a lot of damage.
The deck has cracked and one of the piers has broken. The only reason it is not collapsing now is that the main load-bearing structure was not devastated.
Another missile roared towards, this time hitting the bridge deck with precision. The huge explosion damaged the bridge deck, and the entire bridge began to collapse and collapse in a shudder.
Countless puppet soldiers and puppet tanks on the bridge fell into the river water, and a section of the bridge deck also shattered in the explosion, collapsing and falling into the rolling waves.
The San Lunos Bridge is over... After such a terrifying explosion, the main structure of the bridge has collapsed, and the puppet empire continues to follow Ludnar's plan through this bridge, completely became an empty talk.
Cut off the bridge, and the plan to attack Ludnar can be carried out smoothly, but the puppet empire wants to repair the bridge, but doesn't know when to wait.
"Bang!" Another missile hit the bridge deck. The huge explosion destroyed the two bridge piers and the bridge deck in the middle. middle.
Under the watchful eyes of all the puppets and the soldiers of the Holy Demon Emperor in the distance on the other side of the bank, the bridge collapsed again during the shaking, and the broken bridge deck was cut off one by one. Falling into the river, stirring up one after another water column.
"Hit the target, hit the target!" A B-52 bomber carrying a camera confirmed the effect of the missiles in the sparse artillery fire. The bridge did collapse, and it was in a state of destruction that could no longer be destroyed.
In the rumbling sound of the engine, the B-52 bomber group began to return, and on the other side of their return direction, the conventional bomber group had already assembled in the sky.
Grandiose, B-17 bombers covering the heavens, shielding the sun flew over the defending positions of the Puppet Empire and the Holy Demon Emperor in groups, and the people on these positions were dizzy. numb.
A watchman from the Holy Demon Emperor put down the telescope in his hand, looked towards the commander behind him, and said loudly: "Sir! I found a large number of bombers crossing the front! Their direction should be It's to bomb the San Lunos Bridge!"
The officer behind him was also very nervous, and hurriedly ordered: "Quick! Quickly send a message with Wireless Electronics! Remind the troops behind! Let them do it as soon as possible. Get ready, get ready to fight in the air! Hurry up!"
On the other side of the San Lunos Bridge, looking at the collapsed bridge, an officer of the Holy Demon Emperor pressed his long sword with a sad face. Received a letter from the front line from his own men.
"Sir! There is news from the frontline observation post, let us prepare to attack the air as soon as possible." The officer who sent the information reminded cautiously.
"I don't need it... I don't need it anymore." The officer smiled bitterly, looked at the extremely silent positions on the other side, and the smoke that hadn't dissipated, and looked the head said: "We want to The thing that guards, doesn't exist anymore."
(end of this chapter)