Why the sudden rout of the Imperial Front? Luo Hanlin couldn't figure it out anymore, he only knew that on the calm night four days ago, the flames of war had burned here from hundreds of miles away without warning.

It's not a small-scale special operation sabotage, nor is it a fish that slips through the net, but an earth-shattering torrent of steel!

7 fully staffed Federation armored marine divisions, with more than 120,000 people, 350 main battle tanks in each division, a mixture of giant soldiers and kings, a total of more than 2,500 vehicles, more than 500 Valkyries in the sky, countless self-propelled artillery, mortars, armored vehicles, and light combat vehicles, the overwhelming army appeared in Sorrow Ridge without warning.

Outcome? Needless to say, first the Valkyrie troops dive bombing, followed by the carpet bombardment of self-propelled artillery and mortars, then the targeted blasting of buildings and bunkers by the guided troops, and finally the rounds of attacks coordinated by the infantry.

There is a trail leading to the interior of the Empire near here, and the Ridge of Sorrow overlooking the trail is the biggest obstacle, and only by completely occupying it can the army pass through the trail safely, so it is a battleground for soldiers.

In fact, Luo Hanlin had long been ready to meet the impact, but he didn't expect that the impact would come so quickly, so suddenly, and he didn't even receive an early warning, this rush directly led to the 1000 Eagle Banner deployed here to fall into the camp, and half of the elite of the 4000 wilderness expeditionary force were killed in a dream, and more than half died in the four days of non-stop impact, and in the end, there were less than 1000 people left.

In front of Luo Hanlin, the soldier took out a leaflet with a hand full of wounds and blood, handed it to Luo Hanlin, and said in a trembling voice: "General, all the roads down the mountain are blocked, not a single bird can fly out, and there are Valkyries everywhere above their heads, desperately sprinkling these leaflets..."

Luo Hanlin took the leaflet and looked at it, a picture was drawn on it, a family of three gathered by the fireplace, happy and happy, and a few big characters were written in imperial Chinese on the right side: Relatives hope that you will return as soon as possible.

On the back, the federal forces wrote their own plans, marking how many hours later they would launch a general offensive, the consequences of fighting to the death, giving up the treatment of resistance, and promising not to mistreat the prisoners, which can be summed up in four words: surrender and not kill.

Luo Hanlin just glanced at the passer, then silently tore it apart, pointed to the gate, and did not drink water for many days, making his voice hoarse as tearing: "Go out and fight." ”

The soldier from the Wilderness Expeditionary Force had sad eyes and said in a trilled voice, "General... We're out of the way..."

"Boom!" Luo Hanlin lifted the thunderbolt hammer and directly smashed the soldier who shook the heart of the army, without looking at his corpse, got up and walked out of the gate.

Walking out the gate, the peaceful countryside was long gone.

The golden rice fields burned in the smoke and flames, and the ears of rice that once stood tall in the setting sun were scorched black, and sparks attached to them fell from the rice stalks, and fell into the shrapnel-soaked water with a hissing sound.

The ploughing ox grazing leisurely fell to the ground in pieces, its tail never wagging again, its tongue falling out of its mouth softly, mixed with blood coagulated by the heat, and its dead fish-eyed eyes staring distractedly at the sky.

Under the guided attack, all buildings, earthen walls, and even the fence of the chicken shed have been blown to pieces, and the smoke of gunpowder has blackened the appearance of the wreckage, revealing the smell of death.

The corpses strewn on the ground were villagers and soldiers, some had been burned beyond recognition by the fire, and some were recognizable, and relatives knelt on the side and wept bitterly.

Luo Hanlin was exhausted from four sleepless days of fierce fighting, and he didn't know how many hours he had fallen asleep, but he found that there were fewer soldiers he could name than he could name before he closed his eyes.

The soldiers sat on the ground with their faces disgraced, their morale was low, and not far away there were villagers who had fled in twos and threes, but under the fire blockade, they had no way to escape, so they could only gather here in despair, and the medical officer took care of their wounds.

Luo Hanlin dragged the corpse of the soldier who had just been hammered out of the house, threw it on the ground in front of him, and said silently without any emotion: "This person shook the morale of the army and was executed according to the law, and now, you have rested enough, and you are ready to rotate with the front line." ”

The grizzled soldiers, you look at me, I look at you, got up from the ground without saying a word, and walked to the firing line deployment point dejectedly, ready to rotate with those exhausted comrades.

After a while, after the rotation was completed, a group of soldiers who were also discouraged, depressed, and more seriously injured returned, some bowed their heads and did not say a word, some fell to the ground and fell asleep with their eyes closed, and a few people fell asleep and trembled because of extreme fatigue, and never woke up.

At this time, a burst of cries suddenly came: "Ah!! Son, my son!! ”

Everyone subconsciously looked over, only to see a woman holding a little boy with closed eyes and crying, the little boy's mouth was shriveled like a dead tree, full of white peeling, and he looked like he had not drunk water for several days, and he was dying of thirst.

The collapse was contagious to the others, and a few men ran directly to the rice fields contaminated with engine oil and shrapnel in the distance, and drank the black and smelly water, but before they could drink a few sips, they began to vomit, and in the end they not only vomited all the water they drank, but also vomited out the bile.

In the midst of the cries of collapse, a medical officer walked up to Luo Hanlin, saluted a military salute, and whispered: "General, all our supplies have been blown up, not only weapons and ammunition, medicine, food, and water, all are not enough, just now the boy just now did not drink a drop of water for three days, and died of thirst." ”

Before Luo Hanlin could speak, the piercing sound of breaking the air suddenly pierced the sky, and the soldiers suddenly became nervous, they knew very well that this was the voice of the Valkyrie!

However, the imaginary bombardment did not come, under the stunned gaze of the soldiers, the three Valkyries slowly landed in the center, they carefully spread their hands, signaling that they were not armed, and after confirming that there was no threat, the Valkyrie led by the Valkyrie opened the fully enclosed mask, revealing a delicate little face, she saluted Luo Hanlin and said: "The Seventh Brigade of the Valkyrie Unit of the Airmobile Assault Cluster of the Federal Heavy Industry Corps, Warrior Claudia." ”

After saluting, Claudia and her companions opened the core of their space, and boxes of supplies were transported out, containing first-aid medicines, bandages, clean food, water, and even some necessary equipment for battlefield surgery, all of which were survival supplies.

At this moment, the villagers seemed to see the hope of life and rushed over.

"Water! It's all water! Fast... I want to drink water! ”

"Let's go! Let's get it! I've been hungry for three days, get me a piece of bread! ”

"Baby, great, come! Mommy feeds you! ”

"Thank you... Thank you..."

Because of military discipline, even though the imperial soldiers were hungry and thirsty, they still didn't go to rob, Luo Hanlin also stared at Claudia coldly, and asked, "What do you want to do?" ”