The tragedy was already doomed when the Eastern and Western armies marched into the defensive circle of the portal base. "There are only two kinds of people in the world, artillery and their targets!" The phrase was echoing above the portal base.

The fence, which had been cut by the forward cavalry, was being crossed by the overseer infantry in the rear. For this blatant disregard for the occupying order, the gods of war, of course, will not let go, they are just preparing.

Cannon howitzers, which were bound to shoot at the distance from the battlefield, lined up almost half of the open space of the base, and even a few 130-mm rocket launchers retired from the reserve were parked on the level ground of the airfield. Since the sharp siren sounded, the warriors next to them were already in position, waiting for the moment when the heels of their prey had completely stepped into the trap.

At this time, Huang Yuan, who was still studying the language in front of the prisoners of soldiers in the office building of the new district, was still deeply impressed by the shelling many years later. The simultaneous sound of the cannon from the electric horn lasted for half a day before it ended, and his ears were obviously even more unable to adapt to the environment without shelling, and his ears were still buzzing in the dead of night.

The mountain of consumables that came in also did not consume much, only the ammunition was depleted. These resources, which had been prepared for the invasion of the northern neighbors and the Third World War, seemed to be only the tip of the iceberg, and the artillerymen of the new area were bare-chested and unusually enthusiastic in transporting shells, which did not completely leave these guns useless. As for the anti-aircraft guns at the front, they were not of any use at all, and I saw that the anti-aircraft artillerymen were strafing back and forth the battlefield in front and the brothers in the back with mournful eyes.

For the Imperial Army and the magicians of the Observation Group, this is the wrath of the gods, a heavenly punishment! No, I'm afraid God doesn't have that power. If the magic that can blow up hundreds of troops in one blow is only a legend, the magic that can make an army of tens of thousands of people swallowed up in the waves like a small boat is simply unimaginable. Whether it's a soldier, a beast, or a wyvern, they're swaying in a blast of steel fragments and explosives, torn to shreds. A hundred-man squad lined up in a dense formation, and half of it was easily evaporated by 152-mm grenades, and it was difficult to find even traces of blood near the explosion site.

Hundreds of thousands of allied troops began to run away almost as soon as the first day of punishment arrived. The soldiers in the back were crushed by those in front. In this heavenly purgatory, only a few soldiers were able to escape from it. Most of them are defeated soldiers of the Western Army who have already oiled the soles of their feet once, and they have already perfected their transfer skills. The rest of the soldiers and creatures had no choice but to contribute to the fertilization of the farmland outside the base together with the destruction of consumables - no wonder agriculture and the military were placed on the same television station. The inorganic fertilizer from the explosion of organic fertilizer and explosives, coupled with the extremely efficient bombing of the cultivated fields, will surely produce a surprisingly good harvest in the coming year.

After the explosion of the shells in a torrential rain, the water vapor brought by the gunpowder nodules also arrived as scheduled. A real rainstorm also began to cleanse the land of blood with the chemical defense and medical soldiers. It turned out that the act of cleaning up the battlefield and cremation was extremely correct, and the heavy rain directly turned the battlefield into a muddy field, and if the sunlight after the rain was combined with plenty of protein, God knows what the concept of the plague of the other world is. The battlefield in the Noi region was like Shura, and the number of corpses was so large that they had to be cremated on the spot and buried together in the foundation of the monument. Those in the pile of dead people with no signs of life were pulled into the cremation oven for disposal, and the scattered relics could not judge the owner, so they had to be converged in unison. And the number of signs of life did not even exceed the triple digit, and this also includes the number of those who did not respond to treatment later. It is surprising that in the absolutely fair artillery coverage, a middle-level general who was not seriously injured survived.

This is the new new district to give the empire a killing stick. Of course, you can't hit the old Emperor Charles in the ass, at most you hit the face. And in addition to the soldiers who escaped and the survivors who rescued less than three figures, the other soldiers could only be tragically reduced to the ass of the Empire to give people a beating, and they were beaten to blood.

When the Imperial army was wiped out, the observation group observing from the rear had already sat limply on the ground without using the distant vision magic, and a young magician was so frightened that he peed his pants.

The Magic Association soon received news from the demons, "The huge green steel wand was as dense as a forest, constantly casting fire magic into the sky, and soon the heavenly punishment began to descend in the queue, and in the time of only one meal, the heroic soldiers did not even have a chance to escape, so they died here." ”

This brief report and drawings were soon presented to the old emperor and the important ministers of the Privy Council. The old Emperor Charles fell into a fainting at one point. His worst consideration is the strength on the other side of the door and the double moon and half a pound. But if what the Magic Guild says is true, then they are indeed provoking a big monster that they dare not provoke for two months. And whether it's the Two Moon or the Empire, trying to fight this monster is as ridiculous as a person holding a lollipop and trying to fight a fire-breathing dragon, whether he's a warrior or a civilian, it's no different.

News of the defeat spread throughout the empire as the cold winds approached the beginning of winter. The Elta strata who had just seen hope still fell into the ice hole called fate, and their bodies and minds were extremely cold. A victorious empire can emerge from the recession, but what about a defeated empire? Indemnity, and even reduced to the fiefdom of the enemy country, even the nobles have to live a life that is inferior to pigs and dogs, not to mention the people whose lives are lower than the feed of the pet dragon in the nobles' house?

The Elta Empire, a sailing ship that had sailed without accidents for more than two hundred years, finally broke the bottom.

And whether it was the emperor or his eldest son, Doniva, it was obvious what they were seeking at this time, that is, contact and peace talks with this unknown visitor. Since you have lost, you are willing to gamble and lose. The days still have to pass, at most, there is one more emperor two months away from the head. If this Emperor can get together with Shuangyue, it would be even better.

The early winter sun after the rain brings a little warmth. The construction machinery was leveling the road from the portal base down to the plains, and the convoy with the new Elta translation workbook, tasked with the first peace contact, was driving out of the base from the top of the hill. Armed with weapons capable of threatening any small force in this world, and abundant products and unique delicacies from behind their doors, and the pride and pride they bring from the bones of the working people, they will open up a true legend in this world for them, and the people they have taught.