Chapter 1004
My Empire Chapter 1004
2020-11-03
Chapter 1004 1006 Ship near the cityAfter the terrifying explosion, everything seemed to return to calm. Just when all the demons thought that this nightmare was over, another cannonball of the same type landed on the position of the demon defenders.
When you face hell for the first time, people are hopeless. When facing hell for the second time, even despair may have become an extravagant hope.
The terrifying explosion engulfed everything in the crater again, because the bullets landed very close together, so this new crater squeezed another crater into a crescent shape.
The ground trembled in the explosion, and many demon corpses were instantly buried by the falling gravel.
It's as if the entire world is shaking, and it takes effort to even stand up. The demon soldiers who survived by chance, who lost their armor and abandoned their armor, wandered in this position that had been completely scrapped, and could not hear the voices of others. They staggered forward like a solitary soul, an unbound ghost.
At a distance of no more than 5,000 kilometers from here, on the calm sea, a huge fleet is moving forward.
The battleship made of thick steel plates is uniformly painted gray, and the white hull is spotless, and at a glance, it can be seen that it has just been painted recently.
On the other side of the fleet, on the far coastline, were huge chimneys billowing with black smoke. It is an important production base for the Devil and one of the very best large industrial cities in the southern region.
Originally, most of the demons in the southern region followed Aresia, preferring to live a good life and surrender to the Alanhill Empire.
It's just that the demons here are a different kind. They don't want to surrender to Alanhill, they still worship the source of magic, and regard that magic energy as their belief.
As a result, Admiral Laurence led the main fleet of the Alanhill Imperial Navy to the south, and was ordered to destroy the faith of the demons in this city, or destroy the body of the other party!
"Om..." Along with the mechanical friction and the sound of the motor working, on the deck of a battleship over 250 meters long, the A-turret began to slowly turn.
Then, behind the turret, the B turret also began to rotate. The two 500mm caliber guns on the turret have pointed to the distant land.
At the same time, the rear of the battleship, the X turret, and the Y turret are also turning, pointing the guns in the direction of the coastline.
At the rear of this battleship, another battleship at the same level has also aimed all the Eight Sects cannons at the front and rear at the distant enemy.
In the back, is the third battleship of the same level. The large-caliber artillery on the battleship has also pointed to the same place.
To protect other artillery cruisers around the battleship, those large and small artillery pieces have also raised their barrels.
"bang!" On the first battleship, the two guns on the A turret roared, and then the gun on the B turret burst into flames.
Then the guns on the Y turret, then the guns on the X turret. In short, the first round salvo of the Alanhill Imperial Fleet began this morning.
The 500mm caliber guns fired first, followed by other caliber guns pouring their shells.
The cannonballs like raindrops landed on the city that had just been bombed a few days ago, the port in the demon city and the wharf inside the port were exploded in less than a second. shrouded.
That was a real rain of steel. The large and small shells suddenly broke the tranquility of the entire city, causing the city that had just been bombed by human bombers a few days ago to once again fall into In a fire sea.
Who would have thought that these small workshops of the devil could resume production with no difficulty after the bombing, and even slightly increase the production capacity...
It's a pity, this time, the Alanhill Empire The fleet is coming. These battleships carry far more ammunition than the bomber fleet.
A cannonball knocked down a slender masonry chimney diagonally, causing the chimney to break in the middle and smash into the building next to it.
Some parts of the city began to light up with magical defense barriers, but these magical defense barriers didn't seem to be doing any defense.
Just as the shells were flying, a demon blacksmith hung the last pair of forged armor on the wall.
It was his job to provide armor to soldiers on the front lines and to repair old armor for them.
He looked at the black smoke from the explosion in the distance, mixed with the black smoke from the chimney, and sat back in front of his stove again.
When he picked up the hammer at his feet again and was about to forge a new pair of armor, the sound of tearing the air was getting closer and closer to the blacksmith workshop where he was.
Before he could make any move to lie down, a 127mm caliber naval artillery shell smashed through the roof of this blacksmith workshop.
Shards of tiles, dirt, and wood chips fell, and a mist of ash filled the room.
"..." The demon blacksmith held the hammer in his hand, stared wide-eyed looking at the cannonball stuck on the ground only two steps away from him, his face turned pale with fright.
At this moment, he can't even stand up and run, because his legs are so frightened that he can't even stand up.
To his relief, the shell didn't explode, which is the only reason he's still alive.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and finally gathered some strength, slowly stood up from his position, and walked towards the gate even more slowly.
Just as he opened the door, another shell fell from the door. Almost wiped the toes of the poor demon blacksmith and stuck it into the dirt at the door.
Before the demon could react, the cannonball that fell behind exploded, and countless shrapnel shattered the demon blacksmith's body.
And the shell in the room may have been detonated by the shock, or it may have been the delayed fuze that came to an end and eventually exploded.
Two explosions, one after the other, completely engulfed this tiny blacksmith shop. And in this city, there are many, many more similar things happening at the same time.
The shelling of the battleships on the sea still did not stop, and Laurens even deliberately asked the Navy to use artillery shells to solve the problem because cruise missiles were expensive.
Those stockpiles, countless, cheap, powerful shells, played a requiem for the devil.
The echoes of the shells falling and exploding through the city make for a beautiful music that inspires every Alanhill sailor in action.
(end of this chapter)