Chapter 1660
My Empire Chapter 1660
2021-10-15
Chapter 1660 1662 Crucified on the groundRomance exists everywhere, but romance exists and impossible to change The cruelty of the war, the war in front of us, has entered a brutal white-hot stage more than two hours after it broke out.
In the universe, the fleet of the Alanhill Empire is fighting desperately with the fleet of the watchers. The entire Higgs War Zone is full of broken battleship wreckage.
Some of them belong to the Alanhill Empire, but most of them belong to the watchers who are slowly disappearing...
On the ground, the troops of the Alanhill Empire are struggling to stop them. Enemy troops trying to take down the entire planet in a spurt of energy.
As a mid-level army commander, Burrisson felt a dull pain in his robotic arm-encrusted shoulder.
He hammered his shoulder hard with his hand, and moved his mechanical arm again, and then he focused his attention on the map in front of him again.
On the holographic map, enemy troops are charging on his flanks, and in front of him, the enemy is also exerting pressure.
In fact, in the face of the enemy's attack like a tidal wave, Burrison couldn't even tell where the enemy's true main attack direction was.
In the beginning, he felt that the enemy was trying to cause him trouble on the flanks and then flank the positions in the middle of him.
However, as the battle continues, the current battlefield situation is that the enemy's offensive is almost everywhere, and his line of defense is also under the attack of the enemy, and is in a hurry everywhere.
Behind him, an officer was clutching the phone and anxiously calling his troops: "Hello! Hello? 2 regiment? Regiment headquarters? Reinforcements have been sent! Yes! Prepare The team is already up! Hold me up! Hold up, understand?"
Beside this officer, another officer grabbed the communicator and commanded loudly with exaggerated expression: "Don't take a step back! This is the order of General Medeas! For Alanhill! You must be nailed to the ground!"
Farther away, the officers were flustered and exasperated, and even began to curse: "Emperor Your Majesty Right behind us! If you dare to give up 339 Heights, I'll shoot you! You bastard!"
In short, the whole headquarters is noisy, and even the voice of speech must be deliberately raised, otherwise other It's hard for people to hear clearly.
"The 2nd regiment of the 3088th division can't stand it anymore. I'll let the independent armored battalion reinforced to us rise... I hope nothing happens." An officer put down the phone and reported to Burrisson road.
Berryson nodded lightly, then walked to an observation hole not far away, raised the telescope and looked towards the distant position.
In his telescope, on top of a mountain that has been magnified several times, black smoke that has not been dispersed after the explosion is filled everywhere.
It has been fought over several times, and the cratered hillside is littered with the remains of Destroyer tanks, mixed with the hull of the Alanhill Imperial Electromagnetic Tank.
The tracer bullets shot down from the hillside, like raindrops, almost all over the city. But under such an airtight attack, the sweeper troops spread to the top of the mountain like ants under the attacked firepower.
It was another round of airtight shelling. Dozens of shells fell almost at the same time and exploded on the mountainside, causing The earth shook and the mountain quivered.
But before the smoke could dissipate, those sweepers who disregarded the loss were once again attached by ants, stepping on the corpses of their companions, and Wuyang Wuyang rushed to the high ground.
"I heard that the Imperial Family Guards fleet has also been dispatched?" For some reason, Burrison did not mention the battle in front of him, but the issue of the confrontation of the space fleet overhead.
Beside him, the adjutant slightly startled, and then hurriedly replied: "Yes, sir, the message has been communicated to the entire army, Your Majesty leader personally bringing troops into battle, has arrived at the front!"
"Your Majesty is right behind us." Burrison nodded, and then smiled again: "Then let's not let others see the joke."
He waved to the person in front of him. Several officers ordered: "Order the reserve team into battle! No matter what the price is! Bite the enemy and stay on the ground!"
"Yes!" Several officers saluted, and they also You all know that even if you die on the ground in this battle, you can't lose the face of your troops! The emperor is watching them from the universe, they can't take a step back!
Shame before the Emperor Your Majesty, but it hurts them more than dying in battle! Ninety-nine percent of the people who are middle-level commanders in the Alanhill Empire today are veterans of the Serris era, and they are all people who grew up with the Alanhill Empire.
Their fanaticism towards the Emperor of the Alanhill Empire is a lot higher than the gods they worship. To sacrifice their lives for the emperor to go through water and tread on fire is the highest reward for them!
And those clone commanders who also shoulder the responsibility of command are completely loyal and do not need to be mobilized at all.
"I'm going to the front line! They want Hill 339, so step on my body!" Buckle the helmet on his head.
"Stop!" Burrison called to the other side, but didn't stop him from going to the front. He hesitated only slightly, then said, "Take a guard company! Three times the amount of ammunition!"
"Yes!" It drilled out of this thick concrete bunker and disappeared at the end of the long and narrow traffic trench amid the sound of gunfire.
In the sky in the distance, because of the complete loss of control, a wreck belonging to the Alanhill Imperial Invincible-class battleship was attracted by the gravity of the Higgs 3 planet and began to slowly fall into the atmosphere.
The shape of the huge hull can still be clearly seen, but as the height decreases, the wreckage of the battleship, which is gradually melting, begins to turn red due to friction.
The wreckage dragged its long comet tail to the ground, making the entire battlefield look even more bleak and tragic as a background.
After a few seconds, because it was overwhelmed, the huge wreckage disintegrated in the sky, scattered countless meteors, and gradually disappeared in the crimson in the sky.
The remaining fragments fell and smashed to the ground, half of which became bombs rewarded to the watchers, and half of which became self-mutilation that accidentally injured allies on the ground.
The dark shock wave swept the entire battlefield with sand and dust, and the light of the tracer bullets became brighter and brighter on the suddenly darkened position.
And among the flying sand running stone, the black golden eagle flag that has been planted on the Alanhill Empire's position, although it is riddled with holes, still flutters in the wind.
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Supplemental update
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