The golden armor was pierced by a sharp sword, and the man lying on the ground had been dead for a long time, and he still held a long sword in his hand, and his eyes were still unwillingly open.

A pair of hands closed his eyes for him, and a man in golden armor stood up and walked back to a group of standing companions.

"My lord! This team has been wiped out for at least 2 hours, and we're late! The soldier pressed his sword at his waist and bowed his head to report to the tallest and strongest man among them.

"What did you find?" Brooke, the dragon commander who was ordered to lead the dragon forces into the battle, frowned and asked.

"The opponent's combat power is very strong, probably a magister-level ......," replied the soldier who had examined the corpse, "Ordinary soldiers fight against such an enemy, and the victory or defeat of both sides cannot be determined. ”

The annihilated dragon team in front of them was actually not found for nothing, and there were some broken strips of white cloth next to their corpses. The rags had been stained with a lot of black dust from the explosion, so there had been quite a lot of fighting here.

"We don't know how many people died, but it should be about the same as our soldiers." The soldier came to a conclusion.

"Let the troops concentrate a little and search and advance with the smallest unit of 100 people! Such losses are too heavy for us to consume! Brooke thought for a moment and ordered.

"But, my lord, this will make our search ten times smaller......" General Brooke's side questioned another dragon officer.

Brooke waved his hand irritably, interrupting the other party's questioning: "There is no way! If the troops are too scattered, there will be casualties, and I have already lost hundreds of soldiers, if this continues, how can I explain to the Dragon Emperor? ”

"Humanity has lost thousands of soldiers...... the officer whispered as he looked at the destroyed Type 99 main battle tanks and the corpses of hundreds of human soldiers.

"Do as I command! Save ourselves so that we can continue to kill the enemy in this war! Brooke insisted on his orders, and the officer bowed his head and left.

More than a dozen A-10 attack planes swept across the distant sky, and a hill on that side was suddenly covered by a violent explosion, and countless cluster bombs burst into flames on the mountain, and the whole earth trembled.

Alan Hill's air force was desperately dispatching, bombing all open spaces without their own troops, using this way of trying their luck to slow down the advance of the white-robed men.

They used to be reluctant to waste ammunition, but now they are happy to do so. Countless munitions were poured down on the forests and hills of the wasteland valleys, and the noise was irritating.

In order to prevent the white-robed men from taking advantage of the situation, Elanhill's ground troops even began to fire their high-powered weapons aimlessly, in order to prevent these weapons from being captured by the enemy.

These white-robed people were scattered throughout the war zone, and their attacks were fragmented, plunging the entire area controlled by the Magic Continent Alliance into chaos for a while.

Fighting is everywhere, and there is no clear line between the front line or the rear. Alan Hill's logistics forces suffered heavy losses, and as they moved along the road, they could see abandoned cars and fallen soldiers.

The logistics troops without a power exoskeleton are even more vulnerable in the face of the white-robed people, they have no time to retreat, and they have no good way to fight, so they can only passively face the battle, and then hundreds or thousands of people die.

The problem of the modern army was laid bare in this battle, and after the system was destroyed by the enemy's tactics, the fragility of a single link was highlighted, which would increase the losses tenfold and hundredfold.

By the time Falai led the elven forces to an anti-aircraft missile position, there were no more people left there.

The anti-aircraft missiles pointed at the sky were still there, and the soldiers in charge of operating them fell to the ground in a row, long since they were out of breath.

The infantry battalion responsible for defending this anti-aircraft missile is almost completely wiped out, so nothing will come of much hope here.

Before the expensive missiles could stop the enemy's air forces, they were destroyed into piles of scrap metal and iron, and the missile launchers, which appeared to be intact, had actually been destroyed by swords.

Iran Hill has never encountered such a heavy defeat since the beginning of the war, even until now, the victory or defeat of the battle has not been decided, but everything in front of him has doomed Iran Hill to defeat!

"Survivors found! Gather the wounded! Set up a cordon in the neighborhood! Falla rode on the unicorn and commanded the officer beside him, "Turn on the radio and report the situation here to General Madias!" ”

"Mallofa sent a distress signal...... "An elven soldier with a radio on his horse rode forward and came to Falai's side, and reported.

"What? Distress? There were more than 50 people on his side......" Falai was visibly shocked when he heard the news, and then immediately ordered: "Sim! You bring someone over! Be fast! If you encounter enemies on the road, don't fall in love with the battle! ”

"Yes!" An officer who had been following Falai pulled the reins of his horse, and a dozen horsemen immediately rode up to follow, and a group of silver-white cavalry rushed to the horizon.

"Mallofa Saint said that they were attacked by more than a dozen white-robed people, and the other party's combat effectiveness was very strong, and they had already lost more than a dozen people." The soldier in charge of communications, nervously reported.

A dozen enemies suppressed more than fifty elves, and this kind of thing had never happened before. For Falai, it was normal for a dozen elven warriors to suppress hundreds of demons.

"White-robed man......" Falai muttered, looking at his own soldiers who were setting up camp. They were sorting through the corpses of human soldiers scattered near the missile position, and the sight seemed to be the war he was familiar with.

The last time he saw Iran Hill fighting, it was at the Second Battle of Ferry. At that time, he saw Iran Hill, so strong that he was depressed.

Now, looking at the corpse in front of him, he had the ridiculous feeling that the gods had been knocked to the ground. At that time, Iran Hill made him think that war was a game, and now the war has come back to tell him that even if it is just a game, this game is the most cruel game!

Another formation of A-10 attack aircraft swept over the battlefield, and the ground shook again. A flame flooded the trees in the distance, and the smell of charcoal filled the air.