Before the clumsy Iron Bird cut into the ground attack route, almost all the magicians who had only just arrived on the front line of Sierta ran out of the room to look out at the excitement. Only a few smart people closed the door tightly and looked out of the window of the room.

"Good boys, so many people...... I really can't do it. "The gunners of the 122 howitzers were a little unbearable. In the Western Regions, all they bombarded in the sky were turtle shells, illegal convoys, and various armed strongholds. The "stronghold" in front of it looks like a small village, nothing more than a wall that is higher than a person around it...... Far more rudimentary than the terrorist organization's fortifications they had seen in the Western Regions. There was even the sound of a harp wafting in the air, and there was a bit of peace.

The people in front of them all stood on the ground and looked at the gunboats and planes in pitch black, just like those peasants who stood and watched the planes in China decades ago. Even if one guy pulls out an AK or an AR, the FAL will do the trick and fire a few shots upwards - or the gunner won't have the courage to fire.

The course of a gunboat destroys a target by circling in a fixed radius over that target. But it had already cut into the circle nearly a quarter of the circumference, and the three gun emplacements did not move.

"You must not think that the people down there are terrorists, do you?" The captain reacted first. "You must also be thinking that they all have wives and children, and they are on an expedition to a foreign land like you......"

There was silence on the radio channel.

"Fire, it's my order." The captain, who was already in his prime, sighed and gestured to remind the pilot sitting in the driver's seat next to him to pay attention to the angle. "Don't chase the deserters, the others shoot according to the level of threat."

The sentence "After finishing this shift, I will apply for retirement ......" was not said after all.

Almost instantly. Howitzers, machine guns began to roar.

The melodious sound of the harp over Stronghold Sixteen was instantly covered by a symphony of guns and cannons. No, it's not so much a cover as a tear.

More than 20 kilograms of grenades slammed into the mud house, bursting before it could penetrate the house - the sand that was kicked up covered almost half of the stronghold.

This large steel giant bird was rare in the eyes of Eltasi's expeditionary forces. The most credible news that has spread in the army is that it looks fierce, has a loud voice, is very fast, and has great lethality -- and must hide when you see it.

And this kind of floating in front of him, at first glance, is stupid, will not hit people, will only spit things down. At best, it was a leaflet - and this was the information I had heard from the Elta rebels.

"Damn Offey Mondridge!" The commander of the stronghold was the first to shout angrily. "You're a collaborator! Collaboration! Dare to calculate Lao Tzu me! Dare to calculate the army of God! ”

Before he could finish his roar, a second grenade exploded to interrupt his roar - he froze as he saw that half of the crowd of brazen onlookers outside was gone, and flesh and blood were flying.

"What are you doing in a daze, hide quickly!" The second grenade hit the ground, and the incompetent commander reacted. "Martha, organize the Wyvern Cavalry to fight back, at least give this big bird some color!"

Gun ammunition poured into the cannon barrel one after another, and the crosshairs accurately pressed down any crowd that dared to take the lead. The two magicians on the low tower didn't have time to go down the building to hide, and together with the tower, they were shattered by the dense ammunition, and the clods of earth were splashed.

Dirt buildings are of little use other than to give the people inside a false sense of security. Many of them had already taken refuge in the cellars, and the cellars of others' rooms had either been occupied, or the magician who wanted to enter the cellars had already blown up with his original house, or he had fallen on his way.

Pretty houses, especially those with wooden structures, will always be the focus of the howitzer. Each grenade is always able to completely hollow out the bottom floor of a wooden house. There was even a cellar that collapsed under a strong explosion, and it resolutely became the common burial tomb of more than a dozen people underneath.

"It's not so much a battle as a massacre wow." Although it has been confirmed that the people under the plane who have escaped from the building with a nervous breakdown, and who have been disemboweled and disemboweled, are their enemies...... But the lieutenant, who was watching the screen on the plane, still grumbled while marking the screen. However, his eyes changed when the joystick swept slightly across an area, that is, when the photoelectric probe was pointed at that area.

"On the north side, there are several wyverns. I have already marked it, it is recommended to use high-explosive shells. ”

"Ascend, Lightning Hunter, attack that great dark and evil fortress!"

"Spread your wings and show that big stupid pig the power of the King of the Air!"

The few Wyvern riders in the colony were finally able to ride their somewhat frightened mounts. As soon as I pulled the rope in my hand, calmed the mind of the retailer, and was full of ambition to be the savior of this stronghold.

I saw the white shelf under the black wings shake slightly, and a white missile swooped down from the sky. This angle really did not suit any one of the gun emplacements to spend a lot of time repositioning and shelling - instead small missiles that were directly controlled by the lieutenant.

How can a Wyvern Knight, whose dynamic vision is enhanced, not see? However, it takes time for the nerves to react when the vision is strengthened. And this short time from the eyeball to the brain, the brain to the hands and feet to the dragon, becomes the last moment between the rider and the mount.

The missile smashed straight into the dirt between the wyverns that had not yet taken off. The last hope of this stronghold has thus vanished.

"Bastard!" The commander witnessed the horrific scene from the second-floor window of his hiding place. Without the Flying Dragoons, no one would be able to reach the great monsters in the sky. "Pass the order, hide if you can, run if you can, let's let Ouffy Mondridge, the turtle grandson, be sold!"

After saying this, he pressed the stairs on the first floor and flew into the cellar. However, no sooner had his toes touched the floor of the cellar than his herald had made him go out and take shelter when another grenade slammed into the roof.

The three-story civil hut suddenly fell apart. Planks flew in the air, and the earthen walls shattered and smashed to the floor. Luckily, the vault bracket was hard enough, otherwise it would have become Mr. Commander's burial chamber.

However, the commander is dead. Blood was dripping from every hole in his face. He can dodge the oppression of entities, but he can't dodge the shockwave.

"Whew......" The young magician's heart was beating at high speed. The two companions who had just poked their heads out had barely taken a few steps before the lightning shattered their bodies, and now their intestines were still exposed and draining blood. The thing in the sky kept moving in an arc, and as long as there was a thick house between it forever.

This is the conclusion that the teenager came to after summarizing the reasons for the deaths of several of his companions. There was no time to rejoice and praise himself, he hurriedly leaned against the wall again, and moved quickly to another corner.

Not everyone was as fortunate as he was to be able to avoid the double life of visible light and infrared rays many times. And a wall is not necessarily safe, and a howitzer fires a projectile that can destroy a house at once.

"Wow, a After a shocking explosion, even the teenager's cochlea buzzed. Before the explosion had subsided, he heard the wails of the demon archers he knew in the stronghold.

"Blood! Who's going to help me stop! Bastard! Bedbug! ……”

Listening to the sound - or maybe he could still feel the pain, it wasn't a broken leg or something worse. It is estimated that he was cut open, and he can be vaguely heard screaming "blood ......", it is estimated that the blood vessel has ruptured .......

"I'm sorry, uncle, I can't save you." The boy was proficient in healing magic, and even if he handed over his severed finger with a knife, he could save it - but if he got closer, he would be discovered. "I'm sorry." He clasped his hands together, as if praying for the gods of this world to reach the heavens, hoping that the people he knew would not pass away in such pain.

Even if it is a god, there is no way to make a monster in the sky fall, let alone save a person out of thin air. The boy was convinced.

Perhaps in response to the boy's prayers, the wailing soon calmed down. However, it was not the pain that the boy had hoped for in prayer to actually stop, but the result of the blood draining.

What about the commander? The tallest three-story wooden house was a few minutes ago - or a minute ago? It was completely erased. The command below has become a plate of loose sand. As for who is still alive and who is dead, no one cares about this kind of thing at all at this time. The desire to survive finally triumphed over all reason and became the meaning of their existence at this moment.

"We, escaped?" The middle-aged man who had torn off his robes asked his companion who had discarded everything beside him, including staffs, magic powder, books, etc. "They ran so fast that they threw away their shoes, their faces covered in dust and disheveled.

"That's right......" his companion breathlessed. He doesn't seem to have run away like this since he was born. "But we escaped!"

"Don't be happy, keep running......" The middle-aged mage was not happy at all, he grabbed his companion and began to continue running, for fear that the devil behind him would turn around again.

No, the devil is full of eyes. He could feel it.

To their surprise, the gunboats, which had fled eastward, did not continue the pursuit. Because it's not necessary at all.

In just a few minutes, the small stronghold under the old village and town was already in shambles.

"Good work, everyone, rest - we have a mission later."

The gunboat continued to move forward against the lazy afternoon sun, as if nothing had happened at all. The dust on the ground, the blood on the ground, the shards of flesh and bones flying on the ground, there is not a trace of this angel of death who seems to be flying low in the sky and within reach.