Chapter 758
My Empire Chapter 758
2020-11-03
Chapter 758 Words on canvas 760Qing Dynasty poet wrote a poem, there is a sentence that "please don't be afraid of cannons" Son, it takes a hundred guns to hear a few deaths." Although this is a bit of a matter of course, it also makes some sense.
The poet's original intention was to use cannons to contrast opium, to emphasize the viciousness of opium - but in turn he also stated the fact that after a hundred cannons, there were "several" "Death"...
Yes, the Demon Realm Alanhill Expeditionary Force is now using this most primordial method to deal with the white-robed men who invaded the rear of the defense line.
They cover an entire mountain top, in order to be able to reduce the number of these white-robed people by luck. For Alanhill's military commanders, even if 100,000 shells can kill a white-robed man, they will feel that they have made a profit.
And in fact, the white-robed people they eliminated with this stupid method are no longer one or two. This kind of high-intensity firepower coverage, while consuming its own ammunition reserves, is indeed consuming the strength of the demon attacking troops.
Although I don't know how many white-robed Servants of God were lost in various firepower coverage, this coverage attack did have a certain effect, slowing down the actions of many Servants of God.
High in the sky, the Alanhill floating fleet is slowly advancing, these huge battleships are not as bulky as they seem.
They carry a large number of fighter jets, and they are also equipped with a lot of weapons for attack, including Tomahawk cruise missiles, ordinary artillery, and powerful railguns!
Where this fleet passes, as long as it is not in the control area of Alanhill's forces, countless shells will be poured down, turning the land over there.
"Are these humans crazy? They are venting their anger, this is not fighting!" Watching the distant peaks flattened by countless explosions, Dragon Clan commander Brooke frowned said.
He finally saw the true potential of human forces in this time of battle. This is not a war, this is a feast of explosions.
Even if he is as powerful as him and can be transformed into a giant dragon like a mountain flying in the sky, he does not dare to say that he can definitely survive under such terrifying firepower.
Competing with such an army head-on can almost be said to be bringing about one's own destruction. Even Dragon Clan's most elite troops couldn't sustain such a storm for too long.
He threw the broken piece of white cloth in his hand at his feet, and commanded coldly: "Confirm the coordinates of the troops again, don't make a mistake! I was accidentally injured. But it's unfortunate."
Hearing his order, the officer standing beside him swallowed a mouthful of saliva, turned and ran to the vehicle responsible for controlling the identification friend or foe device. That car was assigned to Dragon Clan by Alanhill to avoid accidental injuries.
Above the sky, Alanhill's floating fleet is like a hive, releasing countless black spots.
These black dots are scattered in the sky, and you can tell them if you look closely. In fact, they are Alanhill's high level magician.
Thousands of these magicians were airdropped into the War Zone, and they were organized into hundreds of combat squads to find and capture those white-robed invaders.
They all carry a communication system, and as long as they find a target, they can call for reinforcements.
And the troops on standby will rush to the battlefield quickly, and together with these magicians, they will encircle and suppress the white-robed invaders who have been overly dispersed.
On the ground, next to a Type 99 main battle tank, is a row of Alanhill heavy armored grenadiers slowly advancing with heavy weapons. Behind them are armored vehicles and self-propelled artillery.
As long as it was a little flatter, Alanhill's men were on guard. Hundreds of Alanhill Grenadiers filled in the gaps in the line, building lines on the plains, pulling up long Barbed wire, ready for heavy firepower such as various bazooka sniper rifles.
A plane after plane flew over their heads, littering countless black devices, and at least 100 bombers were scrambled into the air to mine the flat farmland one by one. Become a deadly Absolute Death Region.
And all this, for Alanhill, is just the beginning.
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On the largest loading dock in the Port of Stoffel, a long fleet of cars parked side by side. These super trucks are even bigger than the special trucks that transport heavy armored grenadiers.
The backs of these trucks were covered with tarpaulins, and the trucks were closely guarded by Alanhill soldiers with rifles.
As those who protect these important war materials, the soldiers on guard have no idea what they are protecting, because they are too low-level to see those who are covered under the canvas. full of weapons.
However, today, they saw dozens of experimenters, commanding hundreds of sappers, with cables as thick as arms and other cables plugged into the carrier, which seemed to be Charge these weapon systems.
And then, some drivers got into the cargo compartment of these super trucks, lifted the canvas, and got inside the weapons.
Now, they are stunned watching these huge monsters slowly stand up on their own with the help of the hydraulic Crane behind the truck. Only at this time did they realize that these things are more than ten meters high.
Then, the soldiers who were responsible for protecting the weapons finally saw a line of strange symbols written on the canvas.
These symbols are said to have been named by Emperor Your Majesty himself and represent a super weapon. Under the sun, the handwriting of black is very clear, and many soldiers try to spell it to see if they can read the correct pronunciation smoothly.
An officer was trying the same, staring at the writing, mutter incantations: "UIPA-1...Ultimate, Soldier, Power...Armor...Type 1?" (Guess GUNDAM All face the wall...)
While he was chanting these strange words, the canvas finally fell down due to gravity. A black, iron giant with glowing iron appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
This giant has a golden eagle emblem embossed on its chest, which looks very steampunk. However, this giant robot is a perfect combination of magic and modern science and technology, which is much more advanced and powerful than steampunk.
The soldiers on the ground took two steps back involuntarily when they saw such a huge humanoid machine. They instinctively feared this humanoid war machine, even if it was the secret weapon of their empire.
(end of this chapter)