Almost every ten meters away, there was a twelve-pounder cannon with a silver-gray steel sheen, its thick steel barrel raised high.

In this formation, there were three rows, each more than two miles wide, and the artillery positions in this place alone were laid down at one time, a full 200 twelve-pound guns; after many years of production, the construction technology of the steel collar and the artillery factories of the underground world has been greatly developed.

Although there is still a certain degree of difficulty in the mass production of artillery over 24 pounds, there is no difficulty at all in the production of small and medium-caliber guns, including 24-pound guns.

As the flesh and soul of Lord Modo, the Guards Legion naturally gave priority to equipping a large number of artillery, and the two hundred twelve-pounder guns in front of him were only a small part of them.

The reason why they did not use more and larger caliber artillery was that Lord Modo felt that it was very unnecessary, although in front of them, there were hundreds of thousands of Burning Legion defenders, and at the same time, the last first line of defense in front of Stegall City.

The target of this raid, the Void Passage connecting the two realms, was more than a hundred miles behind the line of defense in front of him, and once it was broken, victory seemed to be within reach......

At the signal of the artillery commander Goblin Big Tooth, a cannon opened fire alone, and an exploding column of smoke suddenly rose on the demonic defense line five miles away.

This goblin cub who once relied on leading the way for the little dwarf Modo to get the first full meal in his life, with his superb talent for artillery manipulation, is now the commander of the Fifth Guards Artillery Division, and the rank of colonel with two bars and three stars on his collar makes him look indescribably majestic.

I saw that the elder of the big tooth regiment raised his head, and when he saw the eagle man with the school cannon above his head, after waving the red flag to signal that he was hitting the target, he tore his throat and shouted: "The demon position in front of the target, shoot fifty rounds rapidly." ”

Ten seconds later, one hundred and ninety-nine twelve-pounder cannons suddenly let out their roar, and immediately the Burning Legion position five miles away became a sea of fire, but this was only the beginning.

The eight-year war has made almost every gunner here unite with the Burning Army in a sea of blood and hatred, and the flame of revenge in his chest has filled every gunner with strength.

Resetting the artillery, carrying the shells, loading, and firing, they were now playing faster than the best results in their usual training, but after more than twenty rounds of fighting, the fortifications that the Burning Legion had urgently built were already in a dilapidated state.

But the artillery unit still did not receive the order for a cease-fire, for this battle, Master Modo hoarded an astonishing number of shells, and all of them were new flowering shells, as long as he could quickly destroy the enemy, buy enough time, and consume even a large amount of ......

"These grandsons of the artillery, what a waste, leave us a little!" Lord John, the political commissar, looked at the enemy position that was about to be completely overwhelmed by the fire and gunsmoke, and his heart was extremely anxious.

He has been training for more than a year, and he can't wait to take his subordinates up to kill him, but if he lets the artillery continue to bombard like this, the devil knows how many enemies will be left for them when the time comes.

At last, the deafening sound of artillery fire ceased, and unfortunately, Lord John's 1st Guards Division still did not receive the order to move, and a loud dragon groan rang out, and fifty dragons with tens of thousands of harpy air forces flew over their heads and flew towards the opposite position.

Another bombardment from the air, looking at the stumps and broken arms in the monoculars, the severed limbs that kept flying in the explosion, for no reason, the political commissar John, for the tragic experience of the demons opposite, raised a trace of undeserved pity: "It's too miserable, it's too miserable." ”

However, after thinking of the actions of those demons on the other side, the political commissar quickly put away his undeserved pity, just as His Majesty Modo taught them: "Only a dead demon is a good demon, a qualified demon!"

God is pitiful, the eagle-like men of the air force, after throwing away all the bombs they carried, finally retreated back contentedly, and it was at this time that their infantry finally received the order to dispatch.

In the sound of steel rubbing "click~", more than a hundred tanks slowly drove forward, but even if it was, this was the slowest speed of the tank's travel, and Commissar John and his soldiers could only keep up with the speed of the tanks by trotting all the way.

Soon, they reached the front of the Burning Legion's defensive line, the earthen wall that had been several meters high had now been blown up and almost completely collapsed, and the powerful tanks were directly crushed against the collapsed ruins and drove in.

After crossing the earthen wall, Commissar John saw an extremely shocking scene: as far as the eye could see, there were scattered demon corpses that had been blown up, and the few remaining demons also looked like they had lost their souls.

The grandsons who controlled the tank marched towards more places where the corpses were piled up, intentionally or unintentionally, and under the crushing of tens of thousands of catties of steel, the already tattered demon corpses were directly crushed into slimy flesh......

A tall Hell Guardian suddenly rose from the ground, brandished two huge one-handed swords in his hand, and slashed at the top of the tank.

Originally, he was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, planning to carry out a surprise attack, but he was so good that he was lying on the way of a tank; in order not to be directly crushed to death by the aggrieved, he could only launch a long-planned attack before the tank pressed over.

Incomparably shining fighting spirit, the amazing momentum when the double sword slashed, I have to say that this is a powerful demon, even if there are several pieces of shrapnel inserted in the body, it still retains strong combat power;

However, his long-planned attack hit the heavily armored front of the car, and after successfully cutting two marks on the front of the car, as deep as 20 centimeters, an entire company of new muskets opened fire on him......

Looking at the eyes full of unwillingness and grievance, these emotions fell to the powerful demon, and the political commissar John suddenly found that it was such a simple matter to defeat the famous Burning Legion.

One hour and fifty-seven minutes, this was the best result they had achieved all the way to attack, burning the defenders of the Legion, blocking their advance.