Chapter 707
My Empire Chapter 707
2020-11-03
Chapter 707 708 Spreading hatred"bang!" on the crater-filled road from the middle of town as Alanhill Grenadiers line up When passing by, a small building not far away finally collapsed due to its overwhelm.
There are black craters everywhere, and there is no clear gun smoke everywhere. There is a smell of burnt sulphur in the air, making it all the more certain that hell is here to those who feel it.
On both sides of the street are the corpses that have been cleaned up and piled up. The black blood of the devil makes these corpses hideous. The corpses of the ragged demon civilians are like livestock in a slaughterhouse at this moment. Barely stacked hills.
Another small town was wiped off the map, another horde of demons vanished entirely, and humanity's triumph seemed to expand again.
Tanks and armored vehicles ran over a sea of corpses and blood, and had to climb the sea of corpses and blood again to prove their strong off-road capabilities.
On the plain over there, the fire that burned the body of the demon dog has been lit, and there are Alanhill sappers in biochemical suits everywhere.
They have to deal with the dead bodies as much as possible, purify the air, and eliminate the danger of possible epidemics.
And Alanhill's first-line Combat Unit, at this moment, once again took its own steps and started its own journey.
This time they are no longer confused, no longer slow down because of some little cleverness of the devil. They chased the wrecked daemonic civilians like a tiger chasing its prey.
At the edge of Little Lin, demon civilians who had no strength to escape gathered together, half-sized demon children and countless old demons crowded together, watching the human grenadiers who surrounded them. .
They are not Combat Units, only a few old demons have raised a magical defense barrier, and some demon children have some short swords in their hands as weapons for self-protection.
In their terrified and desperate eyes, the human grenadiers raised their icy weapons.
Then, with a hoarse command to fire, the weapons spewed dazzling light, twinkling.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of gunshots of "tú tú tú tú!" echoed in the sky above the small woodland. Countless black crows were frightened and flew up, screaming strangely, overlooking everything that happened on the ground.
The old demons in the front row screamed and fell to the ground, and some demon old women behind them were also beaten into sieves.
Black's blood splattered all over the face of the knee-high demon child. Before they knew what had happened, they were crushed under the body of the adult.
"Avenge Captain Mordenbair!" A young Alanhill warrior tore off the grenade hanging from his chest, pulled out the safety ring on it, and cried loudly.
His company commander was killed in the lower Franno River in a brutal encounter. He can still often dream of that kind officer like the big brother, the warrior who always charges ahead and is the last to retreat.
At that time, they did not have the advanced outer skeleton of the armor, nor did they have the heavy assault rifle that could penetrate the magic armor of the demon officers, so at that time, they really used their lives to defend themselves. home.
"Think about those women who died in Shackburn! Bastards! How can I be worthy of those who are eaten by you if I don't kill you?" Another youngster was still there when the grenade exploded. Non-stop shooting, non-stop shouting.
One demon after another fell in a pool of blood, and one demon's child died in the demon's arms.
There is no heaven here, there is only hell, only hell filled with hatred, endless and hopeless.
The crawler of a Type 99 main battle tank has run over countless corpses, and its wide metal chain has been painted black with flesh and blood. But it was still rolling its tracks forward, with minced meat and fingers, and the disgusting mud of black.
In the sky, the snow-white A-10 skimmed low with bombs on it as it flew over a road crammed with demonic hordes, over the heads of a group of air defense-unaware targets , dropped a bomb.
The bomb had a message written in crooked lettering: To the idiots who attacked my army soldier on the Marron River line!
The bomb hit the ground with a long whistle, and suddenly dispersed before hitting the ground. More than a dozen bombs broke away from the projectile and fell into the crowd like raindrops.
Then, in just a split second, the flames of the explosion devoured all life here. A series of explosions dismembered all the demons on the entire road. After the foul wind and bloody rain, only a bloody corpse was left on the ground.
Alanhill's attack plane, like a pesticide-spraying agricultural plane hovering over the farm, sprayed with insecticide and wiped out thousands of harmful insects.
Of course, these are just the beginning. No matter how intense the bombing of the Air Force is, it will only kill and injure some demons.
The real and comprehensive work of destroying the demons is ultimately left to the army troops to complete. These fully mechanized Alanhill soldiers are the main force in this battle of vengeance.
They took various vehicles to catch up with the demonic civilian population retreating eastward, and then killed these demons with no difficulty, leaving none of them behind.
In three days, Alanhill destroyed about 3 million different kinds of demons with various weapons, and destroyed all the demon villages and cities he found.
Hundreds of thousands of Alanhill's army mows the grass to remove all demons from the area they occupy. They drove these demonic refugees all the way eastward, pushing each other out of the maximum range they could control.
About seven or eight demon officers were ordered to lead their civilians to surrender, and they were almost invariably wiped out. Burrison chased the retreating demons for three days after his conscience gave them ten minutes to retreat.
In fact, the demons in the small town at that time basically did not escape. The past few days Burrison chased and killed all the demon civilians who fled farther away.
The captain and commander, who thinks he is still very human, uses his actual actions to interpret what it means to be pretentious.
His troops had been advancing more than 130 kilometers to the east, and stopped at a place of 1,100 kilometers from the new port of Stoffel on the west bank.
Along the way, he and his troops captured a demon city, and personally destroyed all the demon villages and towns they passed by.
Amid the rubble, Parison rests on a rubble on the city wall. Not far from him, there are dozens of demon corpses lying. The blood of these corpses is still flowing.
A few minutes ago, Burrison shot and killed these demons with their hands raised. He was numbly smoking a cigarette, enjoying the quiet moment after the killing.
(end of this chapter)