Wait... Isn't the throne ceremony the day after tomorrow?Please let me meet General Gulyon... Have you made the time wrong?
In Xifangang Court, in the solemn court, there were hundreds of people standing sparsely.
Watching the guests who were temporarily pulled up the numbers in the jury table, Akbar had a confused expression at first, then looked at the Willant standing aside and raised his dissatisfaction.
According to the original arrangement, he would be crowned under the witness of his father's old ministers and become the undisputed new emperor of the Bharat Province.
But now, only a few earls and viscounts witnessed this moment.
Not only that, there were some people on the jury table who were not even nobles. They were looking at him with a crazy look on their faces, almost writing the words "never seen the world" on their faces.
Those guys are just mud legs at first glance.
Such an important thing, how can these guys join in the fun?
What's this like?
Peter was too lazy to pay attention to the dissatisfaction of the little emperor, but just said impatiently.
General Gulyon has important things to do, and he has no time to see you.It will rain the day after tomorrow, so it is in advance.
rain?
What is the reason for this?
Akbar was stunned and opened his mouth and couldn't speak for a while. He just stared at the Willant man in front of him.
The people sitting in the jury table did not hear the conversation between the two.
Apart from those nobles with status and knowledgeable elders, the people sitting in the jury table all had a look of watching the fun and were whispering with enthusiasm.
This little emperor looked like an emperor, and he was indeed a handsome talent.
He is worthy of being from the imperial family, and he looks so handsome!
Xilan is saved!
Hurry up Ah!Why haven't you started yet?
Standing in the middle of the court, Pete looked at the time and was a little impatient when waiting, so he glanced at the stunned guy.
You still don't think so?Don't think we're looking for others.
Akbar, who was shocked by these words, said in a hurry.
when!I'll do it...wait, this throne is mine!
Then hurry up.
As if a word of more wasted time, Pete looked at the judge standing not far away.
The judge had an angry expression on his face, but he finally said nothing.
That Gulyon was intentional.
Putting this funny monkey play in his court was nothing more than to humiliate him.
I have to say that the guy is really small enough and his bottom line is not very high, so he may be a little taller than the monkeys in this court.
The throne ceremony begins.
As the judge threw down the sentence in a solemn tone, then turned and left the scene.
Pete didn't look at him, but just gave a wink at the old Brahman standing aside.
The Lion tribe was a sweeper in the court. They casually gave him the title of earl and then explained what he wanted to do.
The old man held the crown made of gold in both hands and stepped forward timidly.
A pair of eager eyes lit up around him, but he buried his head very low and did not dare to face the prince's sight.
Your Majesty... Please be crowned.His voice trembled slightly and he slowly knelt on the ground.
Akbar did not recognize the count in front of him, but he could not find any fault with this respectful etiquette.
Um.
He responded with his nose, and then he reached out and picked up the gold crown and put it solemnly on his head.
Except for the Willant, everyone present, knelt on their knees and knocked their foreheads to the ground in an instant.
Whether it is a civilian or aristocrat.
At this moment, they were all shouting in unison.
Congratulations to Your Majesty for the crowning!
Long live my emperor!
Long live Xilan!
The sounds echoed in the solemn court, like a symphony without a baton.
However, Akba raised his mouth slightly, and the depression that had been put on his face turned into an uncontrollable smile at this moment.
It turned out that this was what the father carried, and his chest was filled with a surge of emotions.
This feels like...
It's so pleasant!
Akbar stretched out his hands forward and raised them slightly, making a loving manner.
All my dear friends, please calm down!
After practicing in front of the mirror countless times, he finally had the chance to come in front of everyone!
……
Lying down!!!
At the junction between Xifan Port and Niuzhou, boiling flames burned on the scorched earth engraved with the trenches.
The centurion crawling on the ground let out a hoarse roar and shouted at his teammate behind him to lie down.
Thirty seconds ago, a deafening explosion came from the direction of Xifan Port.
When everyone reacted, the dazzling white light and boiling flames had already descended on the Bharat border army.
In front of the 902mm heavy artillery, the trench dug by the Bharat Army soldiers was like a toothpick, and together with the earthwork outside the trench, it was pushed into the sky.
As the first cannon sound ended, rows of 100mm cannons also roared.
The explosion of flames boiled on the position, and the raging shrapnel were as noisy as raindrops, covering all the depths of the entire defense line.
The shelling lasted for a full ten minutes before it stopped.
The originally stable position had been blown up and the soldiers crawling in the trenches were also killed and injured, and their frightened faces were filled with fear.
They didn't even know what was going on, and they saw the legion's shells suddenly hit.
Hiding in the anti-cannon hole, Isher gritted his teeth and found a phone call that fell to the ground from a pile of messy debris.
The telephone line connecting the front-line radio station was blown off, and he could no longer contact the front-line Century Team.Fortunately, the phone line connected to the rear is still intact.
Without hesitation, he sent a messenger to the front line to check the situation, and quickly contacted the rear command center and reported the situation on the border line.
This is the 111th thousand-man team in the northwest section of the defense line, and we were shelled by Xifan Port!Repeat, we were bombarded by Xifan Port!
After a brief rustling current, the voice of the operator behind immediately came.
What's going on now?Have you seen the army of the army?!
The operator's voice was also panicked. It was obvious that he was not proficient in his business, and the command center behind him had not expected the current situation at all.
Isher cursed in his heart and continued to roar at the phone.
The phone line was blown off, and I can't contact the front line troops now!Those big noses even use heavy artillery, which is definitely not just about trying to show off with us!
The sound of the chair being pulled open from the other end of the phone, and the operator said in a hurry.
I understand... I will report your situation immediately.
Isher shouted.
This is war!I'm not kidding you, I want you to send reinforcements immediately!immediately!Damn, if you are too late, just wait to collect our bodies!
On the other side, on the front line of the northwest section of the defense line.
The 100-man team, which was originally composed of 120 people, didn't even know the remaining few living people.
Finally regaining his shaky consciousness, Centurion Dumut picked up the rifle that landed beside him.
The soil with blue smoke was roasted and hot.
However, he did not dare to take the risk of getting up from the ground, so he could only grit his teeth and endure the hotness of the roasted eggs.
...Damn, where is our radio station?!Tell the back to the situation here!
Although he felt that such a big noise could be heard as long as he was not deaf, he still shouted at the communication behind him.
The communication soldier is still alive, and is squatting in the trenches and manipulating the radio station.
However, looking at his sweaty look, Dumut's heart sank and he thought to himself.
As he expected, the communication soldier raised his head with a desperate look on his face.
The radio was blown up!
Oh shit!
Dumut punched the ground hard, stared at the direction of Xifan Port and cursed.
Fortunately, he was still a little far from him when he was playing.
However, even so, he still felt like his internal organs were shaking and dislocated.
Enduring the pain in his abdomen, Dumut looked at the messy position behind him and shouted with a loud voice.
Everyone is ready to fight!Never let those big noses take away an inch of land from us!
His fellow men have been bleeding since the group of Willant came to the land.
Every time he saw a report in Survivor Daily and saw the slaughtered family members, his chest was filled with anger.
Now the Willant people want to continue moving forward, allowing the hell of cannibalism to spread to the heartland of the Bharat Province...
No matter how Abusek appeases, he will never take a step back!
Oh oh oh!!
Fight with those big noses!
What a fuck!!
There were roars on the fragmented positions, and it was obvious that he was not the only one who thought about this.
Listening to the high morale response, a smile appeared on Dumut's face.
Very good.
It seems that many brothers are still alive.
The expression on his face gradually became serious, and he shouted behind him.
Each team counts!
Just as the words fell, voices came from behind.
1！
2！
……！
Report!5 people are left in 1 team!
7 players are left in 2 teams!
3 teams!We have two left!
……
Dumut calculated silently in his heart that there were 57 people left in the entire Century Team.
If there is a fight, it should be no problem for the rear to gain 5 minutes.
Just as he was thinking this way, a person suddenly came to the edge of a farmland in the distance.
Dumut raised his gun and aimed at the guy, only to find that it wasn't the Willant.
But the Brahman.
Listen to the person in front of you!!
The man stood on the edge of the field and stopped moving, but continued to shout to the position at the top of his throat.
General Gulyon's troops are going to go to Doozhou to fight the rebels!If you don’t want to die, get out of here and give up a way to the legion!
The previous round of shelling is just a warning to you!If you continue to do your own thing, don't blame the shells for being blind
Before the man could finish his words, he was interrupted by a snap of gunshot.
The bullet landed at the man's feet, splashing dust.
The man was startled and staggered to the ground. He got up and ran back, not daring to look back.
Dumut roared angrily as he stared at the dog-leg who was stinging inside and outside.
X-mother raised it!It’s you who should get out!
A shameful thing!
He wanted to bite his teeth, but he still didn't shoot at the back.
His fellow men had already shed enough blood.
Maybe that guy was also coerced...
The dark clouds crawled over the sky at some point, blocking all the light, and a dull sound came from the low clouds.
The wind is getting heavier and heavier, and it seems that it is going to rain.
Dumut was indifferent, but just stared at the field in the distance, holding up the rifle in his hand and aiming at it.
He had no hope of surviving the battle.
But even if he fought for this life, he would have to change one before he died!
At this moment, the dull sound from the clouds was getting closer and closer.
That doesn't seem to be thunder.
But something else.
In a vague manner, Dumut heard the screams coming from behind, so he looked up at the sky.
At this moment, his burning pupils were frozen on the spot.
It was a giant whale spreading its wings, with rows of huge propellers embedded in its wings.
The roar came from the propeller, and huge blades tear the clouds apart.
What is even more shocking is the cannon barrels embedded in towering steel armor.
That guy had more gun barrels…even more than they had in their hands.
Fuck... Dumut's mouth let out a desperate moan.
What's this?!
There was no time for him to think, and flashing tracers had flew over from the floating fortress and split into tens of thousands of bombs in the air.
This round of artillery was much more violent than before, and the sound of the explosion completely covered Dumut's roar.
It's just a moment of effort.
He and his Centenarians were wiped out from the earth along with the positions beside him.
The thunder that had been brewing for a long time finally came from the air and reached Isher, who was stunned and opened his mouth.
In a moment, his three hundred-man teams were beaten away and completely lost contact.
His hand holding the phone trembled, his head was spinning rapidly, but he couldn't think of any way.
It was completely different from when he was in Xifan Port. This time he was not facing a hesitant fence-bearer, but a group of bloodthirsty devils.
The strength gap between the two sides is too great, and all strategies have lost their meaning...
If you continue to fight, you will have no chance of winning, and you will have no use except to die!
Isher is not a person who is afraid of death.
If he was afraid of death, he would not have stood up bravely that night and saved those innocent people.
However, even though he was ready to die heroically, he had to consider the comrades who were squatting in the trenches.
They shouldn't die here.
They should survive, preserve their vitality, and bring back what they see on the front line to the rear, and think about ways to deal with it with more people.
Even if you want to die.
It should also be more meaningful to die!
Oh shit……
He gritted his teeth and cursed angrily, transferred the channel to the frontline departments, and shouted at the phone.
All departments obey orders!Withdraw from the position immediately!Move southeastward!
With the order to retreat, the soldiers of the Bharat Kingdom left the trenches one after another and evacuated from the battlefield in an orderly manner while the firepower gap was made.
The faces were written on shame, but they all knew very well that there was no difference between continuing to hold on to death.
Their Rat Chief made the most difficult, but also the most correct decision.
In the face of that kind of thing, positional warfare has completely lost its effect.
Perhaps mobile combat is the more appropriate way of playing...
……
The same thunder came to Rose.
Standing on the border line of Xifan Port, he stared at the northwest direction with a expressionless face.
An officer walked up to him and whispered.
The 111th thousand-man team of Bharat has retreated.
Ross' eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of undetectable playfulness appeared on the corner of his originally tense mouth.
He seemed to see a mouse.
And it is a cunning mouse.
However, in the face of absolute power, cunning is not enough, and you have to sharpen your teeth and claws.
Looking at the battlefield filled with smoke in the distance, Rose ordered expressionlessly.
The First Armored Hundreds and the Second Infantry Hundreds move forward!
The officer standing in front of him looked solemn and saluted excitedly.
yes!
This moment finally came!
He and his subordinates have been waiting for the arrival of this day for too long!
They will completely smash the last shackles bound on the Willant people. The shameful contract signed under the witness of the War Construction Committee.
No one can stop them from moving forward any more.
The frontiers of the Willant people should be on the edge of the solar system and even the Milky Way!
And this moment is the preface to the great epic.
Their descendants will always remember this moment and will always be grateful from the bottom of their hearts!
Just as the order was issued, ten tanks parked on the edge of the field activated the engine at the same time.
The exhaust pipe was spitting thick black smoke, and the lush armor was gaze of the giant airship, heading towards the fragmented position!
Behind the tanks, there were squads of ten people carrying live ammunition and following closely.
After crossing the battlefield where the shells were plowed, they carefully inspected every trench, every crater, every corpse, and re-shot the guy who was suspected to be alive.
Looking at the torrent of steel that was driving straight into the field and the track marks pressing on the field, the man shivering on the edge of the field had a flush of excitement on his face.
His name is Chetri.
Like Isher, he is also a member of the rat tribe, but he is obviously a different breed of rat.
He just now went up to persuade him to surrender, but he didn't expect that the other party would treat his kindness as a donkey's liver, but he received kindness and revenge.
Fortunately, the man had bad shooting skills and he ran fast, otherwise he would have been harmed by that man.
Looking at the shattered position, he felt relieved and wanted to cheer for those big noses.
It's really a reward for this life!
...The cowardly thing, the Willant people are just promising to you from your land, and they are not here to beat you. They have to go to the death. Isn’t it a pleasure to trade surrender for peace?Wow, deserve it!
Finally, he finished the breath that was blocked in his chest. Chetri spat on the ground with relief, and stepped on it with his feet before leaving this place of right and wrong.
On the far front, tanks passed the defense line of the Bharat Army without any obstacles, like a storm sweeping over the tropical grasslands, advancing towards the Gouzhou in the three northern states.
During this period, the Bharat Kingdom organized several attacks, but without exception, even the opponent did not look at it, and then defeated the battle under the volley of horizontal and vertical firepower.
The army of the Legion didn't even look at them, and then passed through the mud of mixed plasma and meat.
The main offensive force is the 170,000th man team of the Outrey Man.
Their task was to cut off the northwest corner of Shizhou and open a strategic corridor from Xifan Port to the three northern states on the northwest side of the Bharat Province.
The offensive spearhead was the 171st mechanized Thousand-man team led by Ross, supported by the Crown Horn Airship.
The front was almost moving forward in minutes, and the Bharat Army was beaten and abandoned.
Sitting in the command center, Captain Olett Wanfu looked down at the map with a pleasant smile on his face.
The battle without any suspense... I thought the natives here would be smarter than the deformed men in the desert, but I didn't expect that I was thinking too much. They were not as good as those guys who fought with iron sticks.
Equipment is only one of the factors that affect the outcome of a battle, not all.
And the stupidity of these guys is that they actually want to win the legion through positional battles.
In front of the Southern Legion's horn and 902mm heavy artillery, the trench dug with a shovel is like a joke. Staying still in one place will only increase your casualties.
McClane, who was standing next to him, smiled faintly.
My thoughts are similar to yours. The natives here are indeed not very good, but it is too early to say that they win.
Oletel looked at him with interest.
Do you think they still have a chance to turn the tables?
McLan said in a gentle tone.
The messengers of the alliance are in Tiandu, and I don't think they will pretend not to see it.
Haha, Alliance... Then let them come, Olet curled his lips and said with disgust, "I will let them know the price of meddling in other people's business."
Well, McClan nodded slightly, the price was inevitable.
After all, it will be more expensive to care about nothing.
Every survivor of the Valley Province has a deep understanding of this...
He has a deep understanding of what will happen in the future.
Just as Oleit's command was rushing towards the north, the roar of propellers also approached the sky above Xifan Port from the east.
That's the W-2 attack aircraft!
And there are hundreds of them!
Some Willant soldiers stationed in Xifan Port couldn't help but look up to the sky, with surprise on their faces.
It was not the plane itself that surprised them.
But there are pilots in this Bharat Kingdom that has been established less than three months ago?!
Where did these buns get the time to train?!
After discovering the enemy planes attacked, the horn airship immediately stopped supporting the front line, changed its course, and aimed a cannon above Xifan Port.
Not only that, the air force units in Xifan Port also took off and took off, and nearly a hundred dagger propeller fighters rushed towards the Bharat Air Force.
However, the W-2s did not rush to Xifan Port, but after a fake shot, they rushed towards the station and railway north of the port.
After discovering the movements of the planes, General Gulyon, who was in the command center, suddenly narrowed his eyes and obviously noticed some clues.
At the same time, on the other side, an excited and loud shout rang out from the mosquito fighter piloting.
Buyed brothers!
Open the insurance and prepare for the battle!!
The sound of fried wheat in the communication channel is continuous, and it is as lively as the New Year.
Like the warlike Willant, they also waited for too long at this moment.
As players, their reasons for fighting are much more pure than those of the Willant people.
Finally, I can fight happily!
Aaa ！！！
In Xifangang Court, in the solemn court, there were hundreds of people standing sparsely.
Watching the guests who were temporarily pulled up the numbers in the jury table, Akbar had a confused expression at first, then looked at the Willant standing aside and raised his dissatisfaction.
According to the original arrangement, he would be crowned under the witness of his father's old ministers and become the undisputed new emperor of the Bharat Province.
But now, only a few earls and viscounts witnessed this moment.
Not only that, there were some people on the jury table who were not even nobles. They were looking at him with a crazy look on their faces, almost writing the words "never seen the world" on their faces.
Those guys are just mud legs at first glance.
Such an important thing, how can these guys join in the fun?
What's this like?
Peter was too lazy to pay attention to the dissatisfaction of the little emperor, but just said impatiently.
General Gulyon has important things to do, and he has no time to see you.It will rain the day after tomorrow, so it is in advance.
rain?
What is the reason for this?
Akbar was stunned and opened his mouth and couldn't speak for a while. He just stared at the Willant man in front of him.
The people sitting in the jury table did not hear the conversation between the two.
Apart from those nobles with status and knowledgeable elders, the people sitting in the jury table all had a look of watching the fun and were whispering with enthusiasm.
This little emperor looked like an emperor, and he was indeed a handsome talent.
He is worthy of being from the imperial family, and he looks so handsome!
Xilan is saved!
Hurry up Ah!Why haven't you started yet?
Standing in the middle of the court, Pete looked at the time and was a little impatient when waiting, so he glanced at the stunned guy.
You still don't think so?Don't think we're looking for others.
Akbar, who was shocked by these words, said in a hurry.
when!I'll do it...wait, this throne is mine!
Then hurry up.
As if a word of more wasted time, Pete looked at the judge standing not far away.
The judge had an angry expression on his face, but he finally said nothing.
That Gulyon was intentional.
Putting this funny monkey play in his court was nothing more than to humiliate him.
I have to say that the guy is really small enough and his bottom line is not very high, so he may be a little taller than the monkeys in this court.
The throne ceremony begins.
As the judge threw down the sentence in a solemn tone, then turned and left the scene.
Pete didn't look at him, but just gave a wink at the old Brahman standing aside.
The Lion tribe was a sweeper in the court. They casually gave him the title of earl and then explained what he wanted to do.
The old man held the crown made of gold in both hands and stepped forward timidly.
A pair of eager eyes lit up around him, but he buried his head very low and did not dare to face the prince's sight.
Your Majesty... Please be crowned.His voice trembled slightly and he slowly knelt on the ground.
Akbar did not recognize the count in front of him, but he could not find any fault with this respectful etiquette.
Um.
He responded with his nose, and then he reached out and picked up the gold crown and put it solemnly on his head.
Except for the Willant, everyone present, knelt on their knees and knocked their foreheads to the ground in an instant.
Whether it is a civilian or aristocrat.
At this moment, they were all shouting in unison.
Congratulations to Your Majesty for the crowning!
Long live my emperor!
Long live Xilan!
The sounds echoed in the solemn court, like a symphony without a baton.
However, Akba raised his mouth slightly, and the depression that had been put on his face turned into an uncontrollable smile at this moment.
It turned out that this was what the father carried, and his chest was filled with a surge of emotions.
This feels like...
It's so pleasant!
Akbar stretched out his hands forward and raised them slightly, making a loving manner.
All my dear friends, please calm down!
After practicing in front of the mirror countless times, he finally had the chance to come in front of everyone!
……
Lying down!!!
At the junction between Xifan Port and Niuzhou, boiling flames burned on the scorched earth engraved with the trenches.
The centurion crawling on the ground let out a hoarse roar and shouted at his teammate behind him to lie down.
Thirty seconds ago, a deafening explosion came from the direction of Xifan Port.
When everyone reacted, the dazzling white light and boiling flames had already descended on the Bharat border army.
In front of the 902mm heavy artillery, the trench dug by the Bharat Army soldiers was like a toothpick, and together with the earthwork outside the trench, it was pushed into the sky.
As the first cannon sound ended, rows of 100mm cannons also roared.
The explosion of flames boiled on the position, and the raging shrapnel were as noisy as raindrops, covering all the depths of the entire defense line.
The shelling lasted for a full ten minutes before it stopped.
The originally stable position had been blown up and the soldiers crawling in the trenches were also killed and injured, and their frightened faces were filled with fear.
They didn't even know what was going on, and they saw the legion's shells suddenly hit.
Hiding in the anti-cannon hole, Isher gritted his teeth and found a phone call that fell to the ground from a pile of messy debris.
The telephone line connecting the front-line radio station was blown off, and he could no longer contact the front-line Century Team.Fortunately, the phone line connected to the rear is still intact.
Without hesitation, he sent a messenger to the front line to check the situation, and quickly contacted the rear command center and reported the situation on the border line.
This is the 111th thousand-man team in the northwest section of the defense line, and we were shelled by Xifan Port!Repeat, we were bombarded by Xifan Port!
After a brief rustling current, the voice of the operator behind immediately came.
What's going on now?Have you seen the army of the army?!
The operator's voice was also panicked. It was obvious that he was not proficient in his business, and the command center behind him had not expected the current situation at all.
Isher cursed in his heart and continued to roar at the phone.
The phone line was blown off, and I can't contact the front line troops now!Those big noses even use heavy artillery, which is definitely not just about trying to show off with us!
The sound of the chair being pulled open from the other end of the phone, and the operator said in a hurry.
I understand... I will report your situation immediately.
Isher shouted.
This is war!I'm not kidding you, I want you to send reinforcements immediately!immediately!Damn, if you are too late, just wait to collect our bodies!
On the other side, on the front line of the northwest section of the defense line.
The 100-man team, which was originally composed of 120 people, didn't even know the remaining few living people.
Finally regaining his shaky consciousness, Centurion Dumut picked up the rifle that landed beside him.
The soil with blue smoke was roasted and hot.
However, he did not dare to take the risk of getting up from the ground, so he could only grit his teeth and endure the hotness of the roasted eggs.
...Damn, where is our radio station?!Tell the back to the situation here!
Although he felt that such a big noise could be heard as long as he was not deaf, he still shouted at the communication behind him.
The communication soldier is still alive, and is squatting in the trenches and manipulating the radio station.
However, looking at his sweaty look, Dumut's heart sank and he thought to himself.
As he expected, the communication soldier raised his head with a desperate look on his face.
The radio was blown up!
Oh shit!
Dumut punched the ground hard, stared at the direction of Xifan Port and cursed.
Fortunately, he was still a little far from him when he was playing.
However, even so, he still felt like his internal organs were shaking and dislocated.
Enduring the pain in his abdomen, Dumut looked at the messy position behind him and shouted with a loud voice.
Everyone is ready to fight!Never let those big noses take away an inch of land from us!
His fellow men have been bleeding since the group of Willant came to the land.
Every time he saw a report in Survivor Daily and saw the slaughtered family members, his chest was filled with anger.
Now the Willant people want to continue moving forward, allowing the hell of cannibalism to spread to the heartland of the Bharat Province...
No matter how Abusek appeases, he will never take a step back!
Oh oh oh!!
Fight with those big noses!
What a fuck!!
There were roars on the fragmented positions, and it was obvious that he was not the only one who thought about this.
Listening to the high morale response, a smile appeared on Dumut's face.
Very good.
It seems that many brothers are still alive.
The expression on his face gradually became serious, and he shouted behind him.
Each team counts!
Just as the words fell, voices came from behind.
1！
2！
……！
Report!5 people are left in 1 team!
7 players are left in 2 teams!
3 teams!We have two left!
……
Dumut calculated silently in his heart that there were 57 people left in the entire Century Team.
If there is a fight, it should be no problem for the rear to gain 5 minutes.
Just as he was thinking this way, a person suddenly came to the edge of a farmland in the distance.
Dumut raised his gun and aimed at the guy, only to find that it wasn't the Willant.
But the Brahman.
Listen to the person in front of you!!
The man stood on the edge of the field and stopped moving, but continued to shout to the position at the top of his throat.
General Gulyon's troops are going to go to Doozhou to fight the rebels!If you don’t want to die, get out of here and give up a way to the legion!
The previous round of shelling is just a warning to you!If you continue to do your own thing, don't blame the shells for being blind
Before the man could finish his words, he was interrupted by a snap of gunshot.
The bullet landed at the man's feet, splashing dust.
The man was startled and staggered to the ground. He got up and ran back, not daring to look back.
Dumut roared angrily as he stared at the dog-leg who was stinging inside and outside.
X-mother raised it!It’s you who should get out!
A shameful thing!
He wanted to bite his teeth, but he still didn't shoot at the back.
His fellow men had already shed enough blood.
Maybe that guy was also coerced...
The dark clouds crawled over the sky at some point, blocking all the light, and a dull sound came from the low clouds.
The wind is getting heavier and heavier, and it seems that it is going to rain.
Dumut was indifferent, but just stared at the field in the distance, holding up the rifle in his hand and aiming at it.
He had no hope of surviving the battle.
But even if he fought for this life, he would have to change one before he died!
At this moment, the dull sound from the clouds was getting closer and closer.
That doesn't seem to be thunder.
But something else.
In a vague manner, Dumut heard the screams coming from behind, so he looked up at the sky.
At this moment, his burning pupils were frozen on the spot.
It was a giant whale spreading its wings, with rows of huge propellers embedded in its wings.
The roar came from the propeller, and huge blades tear the clouds apart.
What is even more shocking is the cannon barrels embedded in towering steel armor.
That guy had more gun barrels…even more than they had in their hands.
Fuck... Dumut's mouth let out a desperate moan.
What's this?!
There was no time for him to think, and flashing tracers had flew over from the floating fortress and split into tens of thousands of bombs in the air.
This round of artillery was much more violent than before, and the sound of the explosion completely covered Dumut's roar.
It's just a moment of effort.
He and his Centenarians were wiped out from the earth along with the positions beside him.
The thunder that had been brewing for a long time finally came from the air and reached Isher, who was stunned and opened his mouth.
In a moment, his three hundred-man teams were beaten away and completely lost contact.
His hand holding the phone trembled, his head was spinning rapidly, but he couldn't think of any way.
It was completely different from when he was in Xifan Port. This time he was not facing a hesitant fence-bearer, but a group of bloodthirsty devils.
The strength gap between the two sides is too great, and all strategies have lost their meaning...
If you continue to fight, you will have no chance of winning, and you will have no use except to die!
Isher is not a person who is afraid of death.
If he was afraid of death, he would not have stood up bravely that night and saved those innocent people.
However, even though he was ready to die heroically, he had to consider the comrades who were squatting in the trenches.
They shouldn't die here.
They should survive, preserve their vitality, and bring back what they see on the front line to the rear, and think about ways to deal with it with more people.
Even if you want to die.
It should also be more meaningful to die!
Oh shit……
He gritted his teeth and cursed angrily, transferred the channel to the frontline departments, and shouted at the phone.
All departments obey orders!Withdraw from the position immediately!Move southeastward!
With the order to retreat, the soldiers of the Bharat Kingdom left the trenches one after another and evacuated from the battlefield in an orderly manner while the firepower gap was made.
The faces were written on shame, but they all knew very well that there was no difference between continuing to hold on to death.
Their Rat Chief made the most difficult, but also the most correct decision.
In the face of that kind of thing, positional warfare has completely lost its effect.
Perhaps mobile combat is the more appropriate way of playing...
……
The same thunder came to Rose.
Standing on the border line of Xifan Port, he stared at the northwest direction with a expressionless face.
An officer walked up to him and whispered.
The 111th thousand-man team of Bharat has retreated.
Ross' eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of undetectable playfulness appeared on the corner of his originally tense mouth.
He seemed to see a mouse.
And it is a cunning mouse.
However, in the face of absolute power, cunning is not enough, and you have to sharpen your teeth and claws.
Looking at the battlefield filled with smoke in the distance, Rose ordered expressionlessly.
The First Armored Hundreds and the Second Infantry Hundreds move forward!
The officer standing in front of him looked solemn and saluted excitedly.
yes!
This moment finally came!
He and his subordinates have been waiting for the arrival of this day for too long!
They will completely smash the last shackles bound on the Willant people. The shameful contract signed under the witness of the War Construction Committee.
No one can stop them from moving forward any more.
The frontiers of the Willant people should be on the edge of the solar system and even the Milky Way!
And this moment is the preface to the great epic.
Their descendants will always remember this moment and will always be grateful from the bottom of their hearts!
Just as the order was issued, ten tanks parked on the edge of the field activated the engine at the same time.
The exhaust pipe was spitting thick black smoke, and the lush armor was gaze of the giant airship, heading towards the fragmented position!
Behind the tanks, there were squads of ten people carrying live ammunition and following closely.
After crossing the battlefield where the shells were plowed, they carefully inspected every trench, every crater, every corpse, and re-shot the guy who was suspected to be alive.
Looking at the torrent of steel that was driving straight into the field and the track marks pressing on the field, the man shivering on the edge of the field had a flush of excitement on his face.
His name is Chetri.
Like Isher, he is also a member of the rat tribe, but he is obviously a different breed of rat.
He just now went up to persuade him to surrender, but he didn't expect that the other party would treat his kindness as a donkey's liver, but he received kindness and revenge.
Fortunately, the man had bad shooting skills and he ran fast, otherwise he would have been harmed by that man.
Looking at the shattered position, he felt relieved and wanted to cheer for those big noses.
It's really a reward for this life!
...The cowardly thing, the Willant people are just promising to you from your land, and they are not here to beat you. They have to go to the death. Isn’t it a pleasure to trade surrender for peace?Wow, deserve it!
Finally, he finished the breath that was blocked in his chest. Chetri spat on the ground with relief, and stepped on it with his feet before leaving this place of right and wrong.
On the far front, tanks passed the defense line of the Bharat Army without any obstacles, like a storm sweeping over the tropical grasslands, advancing towards the Gouzhou in the three northern states.
During this period, the Bharat Kingdom organized several attacks, but without exception, even the opponent did not look at it, and then defeated the battle under the volley of horizontal and vertical firepower.
The army of the Legion didn't even look at them, and then passed through the mud of mixed plasma and meat.
The main offensive force is the 170,000th man team of the Outrey Man.
Their task was to cut off the northwest corner of Shizhou and open a strategic corridor from Xifan Port to the three northern states on the northwest side of the Bharat Province.
The offensive spearhead was the 171st mechanized Thousand-man team led by Ross, supported by the Crown Horn Airship.
The front was almost moving forward in minutes, and the Bharat Army was beaten and abandoned.
Sitting in the command center, Captain Olett Wanfu looked down at the map with a pleasant smile on his face.
The battle without any suspense... I thought the natives here would be smarter than the deformed men in the desert, but I didn't expect that I was thinking too much. They were not as good as those guys who fought with iron sticks.
Equipment is only one of the factors that affect the outcome of a battle, not all.
And the stupidity of these guys is that they actually want to win the legion through positional battles.
In front of the Southern Legion's horn and 902mm heavy artillery, the trench dug with a shovel is like a joke. Staying still in one place will only increase your casualties.
McClane, who was standing next to him, smiled faintly.
My thoughts are similar to yours. The natives here are indeed not very good, but it is too early to say that they win.
Oletel looked at him with interest.
Do you think they still have a chance to turn the tables?
McLan said in a gentle tone.
The messengers of the alliance are in Tiandu, and I don't think they will pretend not to see it.
Haha, Alliance... Then let them come, Olet curled his lips and said with disgust, "I will let them know the price of meddling in other people's business."
Well, McClan nodded slightly, the price was inevitable.
After all, it will be more expensive to care about nothing.
Every survivor of the Valley Province has a deep understanding of this...
He has a deep understanding of what will happen in the future.
Just as Oleit's command was rushing towards the north, the roar of propellers also approached the sky above Xifan Port from the east.
That's the W-2 attack aircraft!
And there are hundreds of them!
Some Willant soldiers stationed in Xifan Port couldn't help but look up to the sky, with surprise on their faces.
It was not the plane itself that surprised them.
But there are pilots in this Bharat Kingdom that has been established less than three months ago?!
Where did these buns get the time to train?!
After discovering the enemy planes attacked, the horn airship immediately stopped supporting the front line, changed its course, and aimed a cannon above Xifan Port.
Not only that, the air force units in Xifan Port also took off and took off, and nearly a hundred dagger propeller fighters rushed towards the Bharat Air Force.
However, the W-2s did not rush to Xifan Port, but after a fake shot, they rushed towards the station and railway north of the port.
After discovering the movements of the planes, General Gulyon, who was in the command center, suddenly narrowed his eyes and obviously noticed some clues.
At the same time, on the other side, an excited and loud shout rang out from the mosquito fighter piloting.
Buyed brothers!
Open the insurance and prepare for the battle!!
The sound of fried wheat in the communication channel is continuous, and it is as lively as the New Year.
Like the warlike Willant, they also waited for too long at this moment.
As players, their reasons for fighting are much more pure than those of the Willant people.
Finally, I can fight happily!
Aaa ！！！
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