Chapter 1167
My Empire Chapter 1167
2020-11-03
Chapter 1167 1169 will never be absentA giant dragon flapped its wings and slowly landed on a clearing. Ritter jumped off Ivan's dragon back, looked at the magic energy above his head, stood there silently, and did not speak for a long time.
Ivan came over, looked at the magic energy, and said, "It looks like...they went through a sinister battle..."
"You're too embarrassed. Say? If it weren't for you, I should have been able to witness such a battle!" Elit scolded depressedly.
He wanted to fight for mankind once, but he was even more unlucky than Mordelair. He missed all the battles, and until now, he has not been able to use his skills well.
Just behind him, a vehicle with a red cross jolted past, followed by a jeep strapped to two stretchers on which lay two amputees. .
Scenes like this make this place on the edge of the battlefield very real, and the cruelty of war seems so as it should be by rights here.
The wounded transported from Bourkeland are everywhere. This huge fortress, which has more than 100,000 artillerymen and more than 300,000 civilians, was bombed beyond recognition by energy pouring or energy shock magic. , the residents inside are naturally miserable.
It's no surprise that the ammunition depot was killed for a long time, and sometimes the bodies of the officers and soldiers killed by the bombing could not be found.
It's not necessarily lucky to find the bodies, because they too are dead, and they couldn't die more neatly.
What's worse is the wounded who didn't die - many had their arms or legs blown off, and many were squeezed under the rubble. For more than a day, they were drained. No blood can be rescued.
There are many more, the one in front of me, the poor bastard who was rescued but was already disabled.
After the two ambulances filled with the wounded passed by, two trucks followed closely from behind, and the compartments of the trucks were filled with the lightly wounded.
These lightly wounded wounded with bandages on their heads and their arms hung with gauze on their chests, they looked curiously at the giant dragon beside the road, at the magnificent wings, and the densely looking packed scales.
In the distance, Bourkeland, on the horizon, is still billowing thick smoke. The smoke filled the horizon, blocking the farther Wethalllands.
In the field on the other side of the road, there are tents that cannot be seen at a glance. It is unknown whether the troops who have just arrived or have just been withdrawn from the front line are resting in the tent camp.
They were holding lunch boxes, or holding newspapers and magazines that had just been transported from farther places, and looked at the passing troops with disinterest.
And beside the embankment between them and the road, contingents of Alanhill Imperial light infantry armed with weapons were advancing.
These soldiers were ordered to go straight into Withall Rance, to consolidate the Defensive Array, and to take over the army of demonic servants who were on the front lines, allowing them to move further afield.
On both flanks, the tank and mechanized infantry divisions of the Alanhill Empire continued their advance, armored bridgers lowered steel bridges, and the tanks dashed across the tiny river with bows and arrows.
Armored vehicles followed, and then countless infantrymen, chanting Long Live the Empire of Alanhill, filled the trenches full of demon corpses.
Wet Holland is now surrounded on three sides, and the demons on both wings have no way to withstand the attack of the Alanhill Empire in the field.
As more and more Alanhill Imperial troops got where they were supposed to be, they moved on, trying to surround the whole of Withall Rance.
They almost succeeded. In two days, they advanced more than 50 kilometers, and the connection between Witholland and the demon defenders outside was basically cut off.
Those who want to withdraw from the city, or transport anything into the city, will be harassed by the artillery of the Alanhill Empire. It is a narrow passage, and it is the road of death that the demon army desperately saves.
Perhaps, the Alanhill Empire reserved such a passage to allow the demons inside and outside the city to drain their blood for this dead end.
Because it was surrounded on three sides, Witholland could no longer find any so-called safe place. All directions were artillery. Just after the strikes were finished here, the artillery fire over there started again. .
The rumbling sound of artillery seems to simply not stop, after all, the front-line troops of the Alanhill Empire have more and more small-caliber artillery, as well as sufficient shells.
The 120mm mortars were responsible for supporting the battalion-level troops, and the 80mm mortars were responsible for supporting the company-level troops. They were also firing non-stop, blowing up the frontline positions.
This is war, cruel and boring war. After the best fight, all that's left is cruelty and bloodshed, and death and torture.
In the sky There is no terrifying space rift, and the bombers of the Alanhill Empire have once again visited Withall Lands.
The Air Force seems obsessed with blowing Withall Rance to nothing, carrying all sorts of old-fashioned bombs to drop on a battlefield that's almost over.
The explosion struck again, as if to cover the land with a rug of death. Because the ammunition had run out, the demons' anti-aircraft fire was completely silent, and they could only watch their positions flooded with explosions.
It was the first time that those strategic bombers flew to such a low place to carry out bombing missions. As long as they lifts the head, they can see the open bomb bays of these bombers, and they can clearly see the hanging bombs inside. full of bombs.
Some high level demons can even see the rivets on the plane, and some gaps in the skin, but what's the use? They don't have the guts to strikes magic against the sky because they fear more terrifying retribution.
Half of the city was once again submerged in firelight, and the other half was as silent as water without wind.
The Alanhill Empire control area covered with black flags or lit with burning rods is very safe. The soldiers on the position just felt a little vibration of the ground under their feet, and looked coldly at the explosion in the distance. The sky is full of black smoke.
In the light of the explosion, the shadow of the once majestic Demon God Temple was twisted into a terrifying shape. It was too close to the forward positions of the Alanhill Empire to be hit by the bomb.
The demons there fought to the death to defend this seemingly indestructible place, fighting the steel rain of the Alanhill Empire with their lives.
What they don't know is that a unit of attack aircraft dedicated to bombing their location has taken off from the airfield - it turns out that the bombing of the Alanhill Imperial Air Force may be late, but it will never be absent...
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(end of this chapter)