Chapter 737
My Empire Chapter 737
2020-11-03
Chapter 737 739 Bloodbath the cityWhen Burrison saw the demon city again, he was used to using his own weapons , to attack all demons in their daily life.
In Demon Realm, a world free from the laws of war, soldiers of Alanhill, here have the power to end the life of any demon.
Even if these demons hold the banner of surrender, even if these demons don't seem to have any decent resistance.
"Boom!" A huge explosion rose in the distance, and a cloud of black smoke rolled into the sky from behind the demon's castle.
This is a shell fired by a 155mm caliber self-propelled howitzer.
The demon house hit by the shell collapsed, and the surrounding houses followed on the verge of collapse. The demons in the city watched helplessly as the disaster befalls them, not knowing what to do for a while.
They have lived under the rule of the source of magic for too long, and even these demonic races have no basic resistance. They are submissive and take being ruled as something as it should be by rights.
Anyway, under the control of those demons controlled by the origin of magic, their fate has been miserable to a certain extent.
Death is a relief for them - these ragged demon civilians, living in slums, do not even have basic living guarantees.
Now, another group of powerful enemies is coming over, and the other party will not give any way to survive. For these demons, there is nothing to complain about.
In the sky, an A-10 with golden eagles painted on its wings whistled past, its nose-mounted heavy cannon spewing dazzling tongues of fire.
The dense ammunition sliced through the streets like a butter knife, leaving a row of smoke craters in the stone-paved streets.
On both sides of this row of bomb craters are the corpses of some demon civilians who had just fled in a panic on the street.
These corpses are in pieces, none of them are intact, the blood of black spreads all over the street, and there is a disgusting smell in the air.
"bang!" Another heavy artillery shell fell and hit the roof of a building, blowing the entire building to smithereens.
The thick wall swelled in an instant under the ravages of the shock wave, and then fell back due to gravity, and everything inside was also disappeared with this expansion and contraction.
The streets of the once prosperous demon city have now become a sea of refugees. Without any sense of air defense, they are being devastated by Alanhill's various weapons.
In the sky There are not only the A-10 attack aircraft from afar, but also the AC-130 air gunboat that has been hovering like a vulture.
These huge fire support planes circled the city in a formation of three. The artillerymen on the plane aimed their weapons at the target as much as possible and poured out ammunition, leaving white smoke trails in the city.
Countless shells fell at the feet of these attackers, who had become accustomed to the feeling of slaughtering their opponents.
Along the way, as the main force of the attack, they have destroyed too many demon ground targets. Including the retreating refugees, including the refugees who stayed behind, including the retreating demon soldiers, and including the demon soldiers who stayed behind...
Just now, several A-10 attack aircraft destroyed the city wall of this demon city , the bombshell left a huge gap in the city wall.
Alanhill's ground armour has taken control of the breaches and has established its own firepower on the surrounding fortress.
Hundreds of demon soldiers originally stationed on the city wall, those who surrendered have been killed on the spot, and those who resisted have been eliminated to bits and pieces. The rest, now struggling on whilst at death's door on some distant city walls, are no longer threatening.
Now, Burrisson is dispatching his company into the city, armed with their weapons, subconsciously pulling the trigger no matter what they see.
These heavily powered Alanhill Grenadiers advance step by step, firing their ammunition at all suspicious structures.
They would pick up a 200mm rocket launcher, fire at those distant buildings fiercely, and blow the target to rubble in a split second.
Buildings that don't know if anyone is inside collapsed, engulfing all the surrounding streets in the dust.
In such an environment with very poor line of sight, Alanhill's soldiers found the target through thermal induction with no difficulty, and then opened fire suddenly, causing the sound of gunfire to reverberate over the entire city.
A huge black Alanhill Imperial Eagle flag hangs over the city wall, and Air Force planes fly over the flag and make a flapping gesture to show their respect.
Then the low-flying fighters dropped the bombs on the far end of the city's streets, turning them into huge, steaming craters.
The whole city is like a lamb to be slaughtered, or a lump of rotten meat shredded by a kitchen knife.
It doesn't groan or resist, just resigns and waits for the cruel ending.
And for the soldiers of Alanhill, they didn't feel like they were doing a cruel thing, they were on a mission to eliminate all enemies who might have invaded their country!
This is war, this is brutal war. Whether it was the slaughter that showed off one's military strength when the devil was victorious, or the revenge that Alanhill repaid when he was victorious, it was countless lives that ended up filling the grave.
Whether these lives are good lives or bad lives, there is no difference in the face of bullets or long swords.
"Go on!" Burrison gave orders to his subordinates, who continued to move forward with their weapons, firing from time to time, knocking over the fleeing demons that flashed in front of them. land.
They stepped forward on black blood and collapsed rubble, staggering forward step by step, as if walking on a sandy beach made of mud.
"Clear the nearby streets! The follow-up troops will spend the night here, and we can't leave them any demons that may pose a threat!" Burrison reminded his men as he walked forward. Don't be soft-hearted.
As a result, his subordinates all laughed. Who can sleep in a place where there are ruins everywhere, and there are corpses lying in between, and the blood of black is dried up?
Follow-up troops? Those follow-up troops camped outside the city at best, setting up tents obediently and honestly for the night. '
The second is a little later, you can watch it tomorrow morning
(end of this chapter)