Chapter 1384
My Empire Chapter 1384
2021-02-01
Chapter 1384 1386 Do you want to take a look"Would you like to take a look?" Handed a very delicate telescope in his hand to The old Swordsman beside him, the commander of the Alanhill Empire, asked with a smile.
Old Swordsman swallowed a mouthful of saliva, took the thing that didn't know its function in embarrassment, and then imitated the officer's appearance and placed it in front of his eyes.
Then, he saw that in the eyepiece with the focal distance marked, the clear enemy positions lay in front of him.
It was a really clear picture, and he could even see the explosions from the cannonballs, the weeds and the mess on the ground.
Putting down the telescope in his hand, the old Swordsman rubbed his eyes, picked up the telescope to look at it, and then forgot to put down the treasure in his hand.
This is a really good thing. Although I don't understand what those strange numbers mean, the clear picture is really real.
Some of the other female Swordsman are pale at this moment, most of them haven't seen a tragic battle, so facing such a picture, something is not very comfortable.
In the eyes of these Swordsmans, combat is not so cruel. Even if there is a winner and loser, body dies and Dao disappears, there will not be such a terrifying scene.
Now in front of them, the huge explosion almost lifted the ground, the terrifying air waves collided in the sky, mixed together like a meat grinder.
In an instant, the originally calm position boiled like boiling water. While these places were still in chaos, the Alanhill Empire's assault had already begun.
The simplest step-tank coordination, in fact, the puppet robot can't do too complex coordinated attack. These puppet soldiers with weapons, while advancing with the tanks that ran over the hillside, pulled the trigger in their hands and kept firing.
Tracer rounds began to fly everywhere, the entire battlefield was filled with fire, and then the machine guns began to roar, and a net of fire enveloped the place where the white clothed Swordsman were stationed.
"sou!" A Flying Sword flew out from the fire net composed of tracer bullets, and penetrated a moving puppet robot in an imposing manner.
Afterwards, the Flying Sword circled around and smashed another puppet, before whistling and flying back to the ground it rushed out of.
There is a crater. Obviously, there should be a Swordsman hiding in the crater. He controls his Flying Sword and attacks the frontal attacking puppet robot.
The hit puppet fell on its back, and more puppets filled the gap.
Countless puppet robots aimed their weapons at the crater, and the bullet hit the edge of the crater, sending a cloud of white smoke.
Inside the slightly swaying tank, a puppet robot pulled out a cannonball from the ammunition rack and pushed the cannonball marked as a grenade into the barrel.
Then, he closed the breech, and the other side of the breech acted as the gunner's puppet, and pressed the button to start turning the turret.
The turret of this M4 tank began to turn clockwise with the humming sound of the motor, and soon the slender tank gun barrel pointed to the distant one that was beaten with white smoke. crater cover.
"bang!" The gunner's puppet stepped on the launch pedal, and the barrel of the M4 tank spewed out a burst of flame. The huge recoil made the tank tremble, but then everything returned to normal.
"bang!" At about the same time, the shell hit the edge of the crater, where it exploded. The black smoke billowed into the sky, and countless rubble fell from the sky.
The white clothed Swordsman hiding in the crater shrieked and retracted to the bottom of the crater while covering his face with a scream. The surrounding puppet robots held weapons and walked step by step to the vicinity of the crater.
Obviously, the white clothed Swordsman who had been locked in position had no chance to escape. He may continue to persevere and kill many puppets, but there is no possibility of escaping.
"Okay, okay?" Finally, the old Swordsman, who had been staring at the battlefield, seemed to have thought of something, looked towards the officer beside him, and asked.
He felt that the ravaged Sword God Sect Swordsman was too bleak. If the battle he faced was like this, he might not be able to last even a day.
So, he opened his mouth, put down the telescope, and continued: "We, should we go?"
"Don't worry! It's not time for you to come out yet. What." The Alanhill Empire officer waved his hand and made a don't be impatient gesture: "Remember the task sequence?"
The officer emphasized: "The battle meeting is very important. Important communication link, next time, please remember the battle plan... If things go wrong, it will affect your own survival rate, understand?"
He said it very seriously, and also let the people behind him The female Swordsman was a little sorry: "The arrangement of the previous battle was... like this: After weakening the opponent's defensive power, the propaganda team will conduct counter-propaganda on this position, in order to disintegrate the opponent's will to resist. We will use The mortars project the printed leaflets, and then use drones to broadcast propaganda at the same time."
"Now, the leaflets thrown by the mortars have not been sent out. You go up, don't you want to be attacked by the opponent? ?" As the officer said, he focused on the words attacked by the opponent.
"Prepare! Release!" Not far away, the mortar unit that had been on standby for a long time started to attack.
Their shells are special and modified. Instead of exploding, the shells would disperse in the sky, turning into falling pieces of paper.
These pieces of paper are printed with words that make the opponent surrender immediately. These words are all Chinese characters, and most of them have been proofread by people from the Nine Nether faction.
"Look, it's almost there now." Looking at the multi-colored flyers, they danced with the wind on the opponent's position, and fell little by little to the white clothed man's position. Alanhill, headed by Imperial officers were very satisfied nodded.
"Harold! It's your turn to come on stage!" The officer looked towards the man wearing a strange armor and holding a helmet, pointed to the distance and ordered: "Take your people, cover these Disciple from Nine Nether, take twenty captives back!"
He couldn't guarantee that every captive would surrender, so he had to capture twice as many to ensure that he would be able to complete the mission.
For the Alanhill Empire, how many prisoners to capture and how to capture is not a problem. The real question is: what can these captives do.
(end of this chapter)