In the bumpy car, Burrison finally found his form. He opened his sleepy eyes, stretched, and accidentally woke up the second platoon leader who was sitting next to him, who was also sleepy-eyed.

The two of them can be said to be the unlucky lucky ones, or they can be said to be the lucky unlucky ones. During the first Divine Attendant Counterattack, the two of them were honorably wounded and became two wounded soldiers, and now the two of them have returned from injury, and they have each been promoted to the first level.

Unfortunately, the two of them were really injured, and one overdrew the magic power in his body, and it took more than a month of rest to barely recover.

The other person used a mutated gene, which put a burden on his original body, and he was embarrassed to lie on the hospital bed for more than a month before he finally recovered.

As a result, the two of them missed the opportunity to continue fighting, and now the southern war zone of the demon realm, the defense line of humans and the defense line of demons, is gradually stabilizing.

Whether it's delaying time or really wanting to cooperate with humans, the demons in the southern region are trying to make peace with humans, and humans seem to have lost the desire to end the war quickly.

As a result, Burrison became the deputy commander of the heavy armoured grenadier battalion, and his subordinate, the original second platoon commander, was now honorably a deputy company commander.

The two men were ordered to return to the new unit, and the unit in which the two of them had served had been transferred to the vicinity of Brokeland for training and rest.

"Hey! Check it out! "Sitting across from Burrison was a young battalion commander. This armored vehicle is the latest equipment for the troops, and the interior is very spacious in order to be able to stuff the heavy armored grenadiers wearing the power exoskeleton combat equipment.

The height of this completely new armored vehicle is higher than that of conventional armored vehicles, and from the outside, it looks like an ordinary armored vehicle that has been enlarged in a circle.

On top of the vehicle is a 50 mm rapid-fire gun, a new product designed by the weapons experts of the Irlanhill Empire for the new armored fighting vehicle.

Thanks to the increased caliber, this new infantry fighting vehicle has good fire penetration, and it can easily penetrate magical defense barriers, causing considerable problems for targets behind.

Compared to 120 mm tank guns, this small-caliber cannon has a higher density of fire, more accuracy, and a faster reaction time - so this weapon can effectively support heavy armoured grenadiers.

The young battalion commander was not Burrison's boss, he was in charge of the 1st Battalion, and Burrison was promoted to the position of deputy commander of the 2nd Battalion.

The two men were colleagues, and the commander of this 1 battalion was a typical academic commander, and his age was both his strength and his disadvantage.

These officers from the school were both loved and hated by the military of the Irlanhill Empire, who were graduates of regular military academies with a new military command and a more comprehensive understanding of the new weapons.

What I hate is that these young commanders lack combat experience, and they often give some combat orders that do not conform to reality based on the suggestions of staff officers and computers. In the brutal battlefield, often these orders kill many lives that would not have died.

However, even if they don't like these young officers, everyone still knows that they are the future of the Iran Hill Imperial Army, and they must unconditionally support such a replacement of the old and the new.

Seeing the shouts of the new battalion commander, Burrison also craned his neck and looked out through the slender observation window of the armored car in the direction of the other party's gaze.

Then he saw the magnificent, huge, reassuring megacity of Burkland, the fortress city closest to the front line!

"Aren't you tired?" The second platoon leader, who was a magician, opened the hatch above his head, and his upper body went out, leaving such a sentence that challenged Burrison's IQ before going out.

Burrison also realized that he might have been stupid for a moment, so he lifted the hatch above his head and poked his head out to look at the huge city on the side of the road.

The dense centipede legs are like huge steel bars supporting the city, stuck diagonally into the ground, making the whole city look as if it is sitting on a bridge.

Around those towering magic towers. You can clearly see the various guns installed with slots, some with slender barrels, others as thick as chimneys.

This huge fortress city has almost all the old guns of the Irranhill Empire in its body: 210 mm railroad guns, 230 mm guns, 280 mm guns, 381 mm naval guns, 406 mm naval guns, and two artillery kings from Ironforge!

Yes, how many people still remember that Ironforge presented two 800 mm Gustav cannons to the Emperor of the Irlanhill Empire? The two guns are now located in the city of Brokland, and as the largest traditional guns of the fortress, they are mounted on two pre-programmed circular railways that can be turned.

The two of them hadn't really fired yet, because the Demon Realm really didn't have the kind of solid reinforced concrete defense line that could make them work.

Equally wasted, there is little work to be done now, and there are countless secondary and anti-aircraft artillery systems: the city is also armed with more than 100 old 88mm anti-aircraft guns, which were used more than six years ago by the Irranhill Empire......

And those 130 mm howitzers of strange caliber but well stocked ammunition captured from other countries, and 155 mm howitzers exported by the Irlanhill Empire, are even more numerous.

Because of their close range, these howitzers could not find a target at all, and after they were installed on the gun position, they almost never fired.

In contrast, the missile system equipped in this fortress city, as well as the electromagnetic cannon, opened fire on the Demon Realm several times.

Dozens of days ago, Bulcrane fired 12 Tomahawk cruise missiles at a suspicious area where demon soldiers were gathered, and bombarded several shots with ultra-long-range electromagnetic cannons - this was all the battles that Bulcrane had participated in since he arrived in the Demon Realm.

In fact, the city came here for a greater purpose to allow the soldiers to immediately enjoy a holiday as if they were going home.

In short, the troops who have taken a big break must be transferred back to the Magic Continent to rest and reorganize, replenish new recruits, and conduct recovery training. Soldiers can also return to their homes to visit them during the holidays, and this is no problem.

But those troops who have taken a short break are in great need of a "hometown" city like Brokeland at this time.

Quite a few troops who had rested for a month, or simply for 15 days, were massed around Burkland. Soldiers can relax here during a short vacation.

There are real cinemas in the city, as well as infrastructure such as parks. Soldiers can watch the latest 3D movies here and enjoy traditional cuisine from various regions.

Of course, there are also services available, and soldiers can vent the wounds of war if they are willing to spend money...... They were even able to find succubi, and communicate deeply with their enemies in the dark interrogation room......

So, when the soldiers came to Brokland, the first thing they saw was not the giant cannon barrels that stood like hedgehogs, but the billboards mounted on the legs of centipedes, and the flashing neon signs!

Soldiers who have been on the front line for more than a year are looking forward to a similar rest, and this arrangement has also allowed them to maintain a higher fighting spirit.

Here, with a lot of prize money in hand, they can forget for a moment the bloody images of their comrades' heads pierced through the heads of arrows, or they can temporarily forget about the moment when they smashed the heads of their enemies with automatic weapons.

Burrison even felt that his war was over the moment he saw the signs of those familiar advertisements for daily necessities......

Of course, the war is far from over, and even on the Magic Continent, the war is far from over.

At least some people feel that as long as he still breathes, as long as he is conscious, this war is far from over.

In a decent castle, a man in a magic robe knelt down on one knee and bowed his head to the middle-aged man sitting in the first place, "It seems that the plague in the southern region has stopped spreading......"

"They're really lucky! Even the plague couldn't shake the foundation of Ellan Hill! The man at the head sighed with emotion, raised his hand to the man kneeling below, and motioned for the other party to stand up: "I don't blame you for this matter...... Or is it because the opponent is too strong. ”

When he had finished speaking, he got up from his place and walked to the window with his hands behind his back, overlooking the dry lawn in the distance.

After a while, he asked, "You say, if you take people yourself and infiltrate over there...... Is it still possible...... Make it bigger? ”

"Your Majesty!" The man in the magic robe who stood up from the ground bowed his head slightly, and said, "Arvis the archon of Griken has arrived in Briben......

"That damn old man, how did he go to Briburn? He's also Chris's dog? Don't even want the dignity of a magician? The man by the window muttered angrily, and then sighed helplessly.

Still, he didn't dare to comment on Yalvis's name, and the "other dog of Chris" who seemed to be presiding over the new puppet district right now - that damn Oldleck.

Of course, in his opinion, Chris's dog is a bit too much...... For example, this Yalvis, for example, Odlek, for example, the dwarf Sumolai, for example, Andrea, and the Lonsadle, who is already a dead dog......

"Wait for me! Sooner or later, I will give you all these shames I have today! Chris! Damn Chris! The man muttered angrily and clenched his fists.