What's going on here? Covering his nose, a magician saw the devastation in the bombed position. A bombardment of this magnitude, although it would have caused heavy losses to the entire position, would not have killed everyone. ァ新ヤ~(8)~1~Chinese 網ωωω.χ~8.~1zщ.còм

But now, he didn't see the living people struggling on the battlefield, only the puppets were still clearing the battlefield, moving back and forth.

He frowned, and then suddenly he smelled a faint stench. A hint of alertness rushed into his brain, and he subconsciously held his breath and stopped breathing.

Then, the magician wanted to use magic to dispel the smell around him that had disturbed him. But when he mobilized the magical aura in his body, he found that he could no longer control the manic magical aura.

Originally from the puppet empire, he is also a high-ranking magician, and he is ordered to guard the bridge here and intercept all possible attacks.

However, before him, a high-level magician of the Holy Demon Empire had fallen. He died in the explosion of a nuclear weapon when Bellevy was attacked, which made all the high-ranking mages of the Holy Demon Empire feel in danger.

Although the magician was also afraid, fearing that Iran Hill would use nuclear weapons to attack the bridge directly, the people above told him that Ran Hill would not easily use that terrible and tyrannical weapon.

Through Griken, Elanhill and the Puppet Empire have formed a tacit understanding: as long as the puppets or high-level magicians of the Golem Empire no longer assassinate the high-level Elanhill higher-ups, then the Elanhill higher-ups will also refrain from using nuclear weapons.

With this assurance, he was ordered to come to the San Runos Bridge and reluctantly took on the task of protecting it.

However, everything in front of him suddenly made him, a high-ranking magician of the Holy Demon Empire, feel the danger - he stopped breathing, only to find that he still seemed to be affected by something.

His nerves seemed to be damaged, and when he tried to continue breathing, he found that his respiratory system was not responding. It was a state that frightened him, and he desperately tried to regain his breath.

So he reached for his neck, but he felt no pain. He longed to enjoy the air in his lungs again, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't.

"What's wrong with you?" A high-level puppet wearing a mask walked over, looked at the magician who was violently clasping his neck, and asked with strange emphasis, "Is something wrong?" ”

"Russia...... Russian...... Lock to fill Chu words...... I ......" The magician struggled to say something, but used up what little of his lungs were left. His face was even paler, and his hands were already scratching his neck with blood.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" The high-ranking puppet stretched out his hand, hoping to help the magician, but the other party had already fallen straight and fell to the ground, without a sound.

"Mr. Magician? Mr? Excellency? The high-ranking puppet fell to his knees on one knee and stood by his superior's side, asking over and over again, not knowing what he should do. New Bayi Chinese Network debuted

It's a pity that the high-level magician who fell in front of him no longer has the ability to give any orders, he can only lie like this, feeling that everything in front of him is gradually dimming, until the darkness swallows everything in him.

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In the distant sky, the B-52 bomber group had already occupied the launch position, and all the bombers were ready to attack, and their purpose was to attack the San Lunos Bridge and completely destroy this target.

"We're close to the target area! The radio coordinates show that we are already ready to launch missiles! Inside the plane, the navigator looked at the instrument in front of him and confirmed to his captain and pilot by pressing the intercom.

The captain and pilot rechecked their coordinates, and then rechecked the status of the plane with the co-pilot before giving a thumbs up: "The plane is in stable condition!" Missiles can be fired! ”

The front-line commander gave the order to continue the operation in the cabin: "Turn on the missile insurance!" Determine the launch coordinates! Check the status of the missile! ”

The bombardier gave a thumbs up and reported to the commander next to him: "Everything is fine with the missile!" The coordinates have been entered! Can be launched! ”

"Launch the Super Hound, long live Iran Hill!" The officer clenched his fists and commanded loudly.

"Launch!" The bombardier pressed the button in front of him, and then felt the fuselage of the huge B-52 strategic bomber tremble slightly.

This is not a small effort, to know how huge this B-52 bomber is? It has a take-off weight of more than 200 tons! Because the fuselage is too large and slender, when it is parked on the ground, its fuselage is slightly bent due to gravity.

Such a huge bomber can still feel a slight tremor when launching a missile, which can clearly understand how heavy the Super Hound air-to-surface missile mounted under the wing is.

It has a one-ton conventional explosive warhead containing the latest high-explosive charges, and if one of these missiles hits, the San Lunos bridge will completely break apart, and there will be no other possibility.

"Missile launch!" After the second light went out, the bombardier shouted loudly.

Then, with his shouts, the B-52 bomber began to climb altitude. Another B-52 bomber on its side began dropping bombs, and two Super Hounds sprang out from under the massive bomber wings.

Coupled with the inertia of the bombers flying forward, these missiles were quite fast, and they rushed towards the bridge without stopping.

One of the missiles crashed into the river as it turned, but the missile next to it swept past the stirred water column and continued towards the important bridge.

"Whew!" Loud turbojet engine noise echoed through the canyon, and the missiles were scattered across the sides of the bridge.

The first missile crashing into the bridge fell into the river through the bridge hole, and the second missile crashed into the pier of the bridge at once, and the explosion set off flames that covered the sky and the sun.

The stout-looking pier shattered and collapsed in the explosion, but the deck of the bridge shook violently without any problems. Although a large number of puppet troops walking on it fell off the bridge, there were still many more puppets who crossed the bridge and reached the opposite bank.

The third missile slammed into the remaining magical defense barrier, shattering the barrier in one fell swoop, grazing the bridge deck and tumbling into the river on the other side of the bridge.

The fourth missile, still missing its target, hit an anti-aircraft gun position on the shore, setting off a huge black mushroom cloud. More than 1 ton of high explosives is no joke, and the power of the explosion is definitely not trivial.

Most of the missiles did not hit their targets, after all, the attack accuracy of 70 meters is not very accurate data. However, under the attack of more than a dozen missiles, the San Luno bridge still showed many damage.

The bridge deck has cracked, and the piers have broken one. The only reason why it has not collapsed now is that the main load-bearing structure has not been devastated.

Another missile roared in, this time hitting the bridge deck with precision. A huge explosion destroyed the bridge deck, and the entire bridge began to collapse in trembling.

Countless puppet soldiers and puppet tanks on the bridge deck fell into the river, and a section of the bridge deck also shattered in the explosion, collapsing and falling into the raging waves.

The San Lunos Bridge is over...... After such a terrible explosion, the main structure of the bridge has collapsed, and the puppet empire's plan to continue to Ludnal through this bridge has become a complete empty talk.

Cutting off this bridge, the plan of the later raiders Ludnar can be carried out smoothly, and the puppet empire wants to repair this bridge, but it doesn't know when to go.

"Boom!" Another missile was the icing on the cake, crashing into the bridge deck, and the huge explosion destroyed the two piers and the middle bridge deck together, and fell into the river rolling south.

Under the gaze of all the puppets, as well as the soldiers of the Holy Demon Empire in the distance on the other side of the bank, the bridge collapsed again in the shaking, and the broken bridge deck fell into the river one by one, stirring up columns of water.

"Hit the target, hit the target!" A B-52 bomber carrying a camera confirmed the effectiveness of the missiles in sparse artillery fire. The bridge did collapse, and it was in a state where it could no longer be destroyed.

With the roar of engines, the B-52 bomber group began to return home, and on the other side of their return direction, the conventional bomber group had already assembled in the sky.

The B-17 bombers, which covered the sky and the sun, flew in droves over the defenders of the puppet empire and the holy demon empire, and the scalps of the people on these positions were numb to watch.

A lookout of the Holy Demon Empire put down the binoculars in his hand, looked at the commander behind him, and said loudly, "Sir! Spot a horde of bombers crossing the battle line! Their direction should be to bomb the San Runos Bridge! ”

The commander behind him was also nervous, and hurriedly opened his mouth to order: "Quick! Radio! Remind the troops behind! Let them get ready as soon as possible and prepare for the air battle! Fast! ”

And on the other side of the San Runos Bridge, looking at the collapsed bridge, an officer of the Holy Demon Empire pressed his long sword and received a message from his subordinates from the front line with a sad face.

"Sir! There is a message from the front-line observation posts, telling us to prepare for an air attack as soon as possible. The officer who sent the intelligence reminded cautiously.

"No need...... No need. The officer smiled bitterly, looked at the silent position on the other side, and the smoke that had not dispersed, shook his head and said, "What we want to guard no longer exists. ”