Also as if entering a dead field, there is also the 201st Armored Division moving south. As Tony looked at Bjost from his tank, he even missed the days before when he was blocked by refugees.

Now, he couldn't see any living humans. After advancing 30 kilometers, there were only occasional demon dog troops that appeared except for the white bones, trying to sneak up on them.

Because the reconnaissance force is very far away, it is impossible for a sneak attack to happen, most of the demon dogs will be directly wiped out by Iran Hill's air force, and the remaining few will come into contact with the army troops, and how big a wave they can set off can be imagined.

As the spearhead of the flank assault on Bmeihil, Tony's 201st Panzer Division had crossed the Frannor River using a pontoon bridge. They tried to encircle Bjoust from the flanks, but they fought all the way to the outskirts of Bjoust and met no decent resistance.

The demon forces seem to have retreated south after attacking the humans. They left behind a mess that swept away almost all food and supplies, and burned down most of the town's buildings.

The puppet empire was set on fire by Elanhill, and here the demon himself set a fire and burned all the once brilliant and glorious civilizations.

The Bjoust in front of him, a ruined wall, was quiet and terrifying. It waited here quietly, as if someone could wake it up and save it again.

"I'm fed up with this quiet ......" Tony complained as he looked at the city not far away where the burning had passed and there wasn't even black smoke coming out, "I haven't seen a single living Bameishir in three days." ”

"At least we don't have to worry about people getting stuck in traffic on the road...... But the roads here are really bad. The gunner also leaned half out of the turret, looked at the quiet town in the distance, and said to Tony.

Since they had eliminated the loader in their tank and had no mechanics, chatting was reduced to just three people.

Tony is the commander, and he is fine, and he can use the radio to find other commanders to tease. The remaining gun commanders and drivers could only seize all the opportunities to chat and speak.

Looking at the tragic situation along the way, Tony was actually in no mood to joke. He hoped that he could liberate the demon-occupied places and save the civilians of Bameihir who were still alive.

It's just that he's used to seeing life and death, and he's used to the damn war in front of him. He was no longer the salesman who sold televisions, he was a second lieutenant in Iran Hill, a real tank commander.

"Forget it, wait for the feedback from the reconnaissance force." No matter how accustomed he was, he didn't want to continue looking at the lifeless city in front of him, especially after he had taken a vacation and returned to Naru.

The current Naru is so prosperous that people can't recognize it, but he hasn't gone back for just two years, and Tony, who was born and raised in Naru, can't even recognize his hometown.

It's crowded with people, the streets are flat and straight, cars are parked next to each other, the streets are lined with high-rise buildings, and the neon lights at night make it impossible to tell whether it's day or night.

When Tony walks down such streets, he realizes that the war he is participating in is different from the previous wars.

The wars of the past were a source of despair and no future in sight. It's just a contest of desires between lords and lords, emperors and emperors.

But the war he is participating in is a battle to defend the freedom of human civilization, a meaningful war, and a war that must be fought to the end.

Listening to those preachers talk about this kind of truth, Tony didn't understand the meaning of it. But after comparing it with his own eyes, Tony understood: his battle was not meaningless, he was doing the right thing, he was doing something that a man had to do!

An AC-130 aerial gunboat hovered in the distance, seemingly searching for a target. Just because there are no living people in the city doesn't mean there aren't demonic troops stationed there.

In order to cover the retreat of his main force to the south, the demon still left some cannon fodder to guard the city and the roads that must be passed to block the troops of Alan Hill.

The reason why the city in front of him was not completely burned down was that the demon wanted to use the ruins and street battles to slow down the southward march of the Elanhill army.

After all, if the two sides really competed for the speed of the march, the demon would have no chance of winning.

"Whoosh!" A whistling whistle passed over his head, and Tony subconsciously shrank his neck. The gunner's reaction was the same, and then both of them involuntarily looked at the sky in the distance.

That's a howitzer shell of 155 mm caliber! Two experienced people can recognize this classic weapon by listening to the voice.

The M109 self-propelled howitzer is the backbone of the support fire that accompanies tank combat, and it is also the most equipped self-propelled howitzer model in Irlanhill.

The shell whizzed past the armored units, swept over the clearing, and then crashed headlong into the silent city.

Then, in the next second, a huge explosion echoed through the empty city. Inside the already dilapidated city walls, a puff of black smoke rushed into the sky, expanding and tumbling in all directions.

"It's much more comfortable now." Finally, the familiar sound of explosions was heard, and the gun commander's mood seemed to improve a lot.

Tony also felt that the battlefield he was familiar with was back, and he held up his binoculars to see where the shell had fallen.

This shelling was merely a warning, a purposeless attack that had not been corrected or guided.

It's simply to tell the enemy that we're here, get out and surrender, or continue to shrink and die!

So after this lonely shell fell, there was no follow-up shelling.

"I didn't see an army of demons on the walls...... Same as the previous city! They learned wisely, and they knew that standing on the walls was no different from committing suicide. Tony held the binoculars and complained as he watched.

At the same time as he complained, the AC-130 aerial gunboat hovering like a vulture in the sky opened fire, and the dense ammunition poured down, and for a moment Berjost was lively again, no longer dead and silent.

A few minutes later, Tony's headphones sounded an order from the battalion commander: "Stand by!" Take a two-hour break! Let the infantry go up...... Demon forces have been found in the city, and there are quite a few of them! ”