A poet in the Qing Dynasty wrote a poem, there is a sentence that is, "Please don't be afraid of cannons, a hundred cannons will only smell a few deaths", although the words are somewhat taken for granted, but there is also some truth.

The poet's original intention was to use cannons to contrast opium smoke to emphasize the viciousness of opium smoke - but on the other hand, he also stated the fact that there were "several deaths" after a hundred bombardments......

Yes, the current Demon Realm Elan Hill Expeditionary Force is using this most primitive method to deal with those white-robed people who invade the rear of the defense line.

They covered an entire hill in order to be able to reduce the number of these white-robed men by luck. For the military commanders of Iran Hill, even if 100,000 shells can kill a white-robed man, they will feel that they have earned it.

And in fact, the white-robed people they eliminated with such stupid methods were no longer one or two. This high-intensity firepower cover, while consuming its own ammunition reserves, is indeed consuming the strength of the demonic attack force.

Although I don't know how many white-robed god attendants have lost in various firepower coverage, this covering attack has indeed had a certain effect, slowing down the actions of many god attendants.

High in the sky, the Iran Hill Floating Fleet was slowly moving forward, and these massive warships were not as bulky as they seemed.

They carry a large number of fighter jets, and they are also equipped with a lot of weapons for attack, including Tomahawk cruise missiles, ordinary artillery, and powerful electromagnetic guns!

Wherever the fleet passed, as long as it was not under the control of the Iran Hill forces, countless shells would rain down and turn over the land there.

"Are these humans crazy? They're venting their anger, they're not fighting! Watching the distant peaks flattened by countless explosions, Dragon Commander Brooke said with a frown.

In this battle, he finally saw the true potential of the human army. It's not a war, it's simply a feast of explosions.

Even if he was as powerful as him and could transform into a dragon like a mountain flying in the sky, he didn't dare to say that he would be able to sustain himself under such terrifying firepower.

Confronting such a force head-on can almost be said to be self-defeating. Even the most elite troops of the Dragon Clan could not hold on for long under such a strong attack.

He threw a piece of broken white cloth in his hand at his feet, and coldly ordered: "Confirm the coordinates of the troops again, don't make a mistake!" If you are injured by mistake, you will be unlucky. ”

Hearing his order, the officer standing beside him swallowed a mouthful of saliva, turned around and ran to the vehicle responsible for controlling the identification device from the enemy. The car had been given to the Dragons by the Elanhill troops, in order to avoid accidental injury.

Above the sky, Iran Hill's floating fleet was like a beehive, unleashing countless black spots.

These black dots were scattered across the sky, and if you looked closely, you could tell that they were actually the high-ranking magicians of Ellan Hill.

Thousands of these mages were airdropped into the war zone, and they were organized into hundreds of combat squads with the aim of finding and capturing the white-robed invaders.

They all carry communication systems on their bodies, and they can call in reinforcements whenever they find a target.

The standby troops will quickly rush to the battlefield and join these magicians to encircle and suppress the white-robed invaders who have been overscattered.

On the ground, next to a Type 99 main battle tank, is a row of Iran Hill heavy armoured grenadiers with heavy weapons slowly propelling. Behind them were armored vehicles and self-propelled guns.

Hundreds of Iran Hill grenadiers filled the gaps in the defensive line, building a line on the plains, pulling up long barbed wires, and preparing heavy firepower such as bazooka sniper rifles.

Plane after plane flew overhead, scattering countless black contraptions, and at least 100 bombers were scrambling into the air to lay mines in the air, turning leveled farmland into deadly death zones.

And all this, for Ellen Hill, is just the beginning.

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On the largest loading dock in the port of Stouffel, there is a long convoy parked side by side. These super-trucks are even bigger than the special trucks that transport heavy armored grenadiers.

The rear of the trucks was covered in canvas and was heavily guarded by Irlanhill soldiers with rifles.

As the ones protecting these vital war materiel, the soldiers standing guard themselves had no idea what they were protecting, because their rank was too low to have a chance to look at the weapons that were covered under the canvas.

Today, however, they saw dozens of experimenters, commanding hundreds of sappers, plugging arm-thick cables, and others into the delivery vehicle, as if charging the weapon systems.

Then, some of the drivers walked into the trucks' cabins, lifted the canvas and got inside the weapons.

Now, they were watching in amazement as the behemoths slowly rose to their feet with the help of a hydraulic crane behind the truck, only to realize that they were more than ten meters tall.

Then, the soldiers, who were responsible for keeping their weapons safe, finally saw a strange line of symbols written on the canvas.

It is said that these symbols were named by His Majesty the Emperor himself, and it represents a superweapon. The black handwriting was clear in the sunlight, and many soldiers tried to spell it out to see if they could read it correctly.

One of the officers tried to do the same, staring at the line of handwriting and muttering, "U-I-P-A-1...... Ultimate, Individual, Dynamic...... Armor...... Type 1? (Guess GUNDAM is going to face the wall...... ）

As he muttered these strange words, the canvas finally fell off due to gravity. A black, glowing steel giant appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

This giant has a relief of the Golden Eagle coat of arms on its chest, which looks very steampunk style. However, this giant robot is a perfect combination of magic and modern science and technology, and it is much more advanced and powerful than steampunk.

The soldiers on the ground involuntarily took two steps back when they saw such a huge humanoid machine, and they instinctively feared this humanoid war machine, even if it was the secret weapon of their empire.