A few days ago.

On the Rule Plain, less than five hundred miles away from the traditional border of the Delun Empire, beside a large river with turbid waves, Gorkin held a thin cigarette in his mouth, knelt on one knee, and held binoculars, quietly looking into the distance.

The river is several miles wide, and in March, the northland thaws completely, the ice and snow accumulated in the long winter melts, and the spring rains continue to raise the water level.

There were originally several pontoon bridges over the river, and now the forts on both sides of the pontoon bridges are occupied by the Lucian Imperial Army.

Relying on these iron pontoon bridges, the shirtless Lucians are frantically building more pontoon bridges. Newly built boats lined up on the river, ropes 'rattling' through the hull, neat planks were being laid on the cables with great efficiency by the Lucians.

Groups of Lucian troops, in dense formations, were crossing the river from the original pontoon bridges.

The southwest side of the Great River, as well as the camp of the Dense Blousians.

Tents made of new wool felt were lined up neatly, campfires were set up in front of them, and groups of Lucian soldiers in dark gray coats, like fierce hyenas, competed around the campfire for freshly baked fried bacon and bread slices.

"Their food expenses have grown!"

Gorkin spat the cigarette in his mouth on the ground, drew a few marks on the map in front of him, then rolled up the map and returned to the rear of the Imperial line with a group of guards.

A few days later, the steel giant crushes the coalition fleet, the same time that the baby Hydra hunts the heir of the Giant Demon of the Deep.

Dozens of new pontoon bridges have been built, and swarms of Lucian soldiers are like marching ants, rushing along the pontoons. They made loud noises, waved all kinds of weapons, and in the roar of the officers, they did not do any rectification or formation, and just lined up in a scattered but extremely dense line, and pressed towards the last line of defense of the Imperial Army on the Rulai Plain.

In an area thirty miles wide and more than a dozen miles long, Lucian soldiers in large gray chairs were like migrating beasts, laughing loudly and cursing as they trotted forward.

In the dense ranks, the Lucian officers on their horses shouted and cursed loudly, trying in vain to find their subordinates in the chaotic ranks.

A little behind, on dozens of large wooden platforms with many wheels, in huge cowhide tents, richly dressed Lucian royalty, nobles, lords, and generals sat around the conference table with a giggling smile, urging the soldiers who drove the mobile combat command vehicles to the front line slowly.

On the pontoon, more soldiers moved along the pontoon.

To the northeast of the pontoon, in the camp as far as the eye can see, the soldiers poured out like a tidal wave and marched towards the southwest in a chaotic manner.

While the advance of the Lucian army had already approached the line where Gorkin was, the Lucian army behind was still on the other side of the river, and had not even left the camp.

Gorkin stood in the trench, and beside him, in a short trench more than 100 feet long, six high-speed machine guns were lined up.

In front of them, there was a line of nine barbed wire and trenches.

The barbed wire is all snake-bellied barbed wire densely covered with blades, all made of the finest alloy steel, so elastic and tough that ordinary soldiers would not be able to break it.

At the front of the line of defense, there was a large black wilderness.

On the fertile land, a layer of green grass has just sprouted. However, in the half-foot-tall young grass, countless early-growing wildflowers have already sprouted, and even some buds have already opened, and the colors are beautiful.

Lucia are advancing, advancing, and constantly advancing.

Lucia's officers were still galloping, frantically searching for their subordinate soldiers.

The Lucian army, which was all in disarray, trotted all the way happily, trotting all the way, and gradually ran to a position less than a thousand feet away from the Imperial army's defensive line.

Gorkin, as well as dozens of Imperial Army generals who were stationed on the front line with their subordinates, were silent.

In the wilderness in front of them, hundreds of small red flags were planted on the ground.

These red flags are separated by 100 feet from each other, accurately marking the distance and angle on the battlefield.

Lucia is moving forward with confidence.

With the roar of the livestock, a bronze field cannon of unknown origin was brought up, and about two miles from the Imperial defense line, the Lucian artillerymen rushed back and forth anxiously, trying to find a suitable location for the artillery position.

Barrels of gunpowder and boxes of shells were also sent up in the chaotic logistics dispatch.

Gunpowder was piled up indiscriminately on the positions, and in some places, thousands of barrels of gunpowder were piled up into mountains.

The Lucian soldiers are advancing, advancing.

They sang loudly and strode forward with smiles on their faces.

In previous battles, they had destroyed countless cities and villages newly built by the Delenian Empire on the Rulai Plains, and they plundered countless riches, each of which had a lot in their pockets.

They were convinced that they would be able to win in the end.

They are convinced that they will be able to ......

As they approached less than three hundred feet from the Imperial line, a terrible trumpet sound came from a distance, and then a horn continued to sound throughout the Imperial position.

Across the front of the defensive line facing the Lucian army, more than 8,000 high-speed machine guns erupted long chains of fire.

Like the Grim Reaper standing in the grass and swinging his scythe, the Lucians approached the Delenian Empire's defensive position, and they fell without warning. Rows of gray figures fell, and gray figures fell.

There was no other sound in heaven and earth.

There was no roaring, no scolding, no laughter, no joyful singing.

Only machine guns are chirping, only ...... Countless new artillery pieces are roaring.

From less than three hundred feet from the defensive position, it stretched backwards and stretched until it reached the barracks by the river......

The chains of fire were sweeping, the artillery was bombarding, and shells were falling like torrential rain, and the flames were constantly exploding on the ground.

Dense Lucian army, disappeared.

The officers, who were running briskly on horseback, disappeared.

On dozens of huge multi-wheeled wooden platforms, those ornate cow tents were also blown to pieces in the firelight.

A Lucian Sixth-Order Transcendent with a frosty wind roared out, and they rushed into the sky, and then they were quickly covered in cannon fire. The new large-caliber artillery pieces are like the hammer of the god of war, hitting the ground little by little.

Some of the weaker Transcendent Sixth Order were directly blown to pieces.

Some powerful people, such as the royals of the Lucia Empire, those big lords, etc., carried the indiscriminate bombardment of large-caliber shells, and hysterically launched a counterattack on the imperial army's defense line.

The sixth-order Lucia transcendent who has this ability to fight back, the total number of people is about a hundred.

And in the area occupied by the defense line of the Delun Imperial Army, the total number of Abyssal Six-Eyed Corrupted Demon Wolf Warriors who rose into the air with a strange glow in their eyes exceeded four hundred.

High in the sky, small airships appeared from the southwest.

The small airships sped through the battlefield, dropping large metal high-pressure gas cylinders over the heads of the fleeing Lucians. From these cylinders, a large amount of yellow-green mist was sprayed.

Lucia's army became more and more disorganized.

Countless people inhaled this yellow-green mist, and they screamed, their hands clutched their throats, and they fell to the ground in convulsions.

Some people's eyes are stained with yellow-green mist, and their eyes quickly become red and swollen, eroding, and many people really become blind, screaming and running around the battlefield, being knocked to the ground by bullets flying from nowhere, or being blown to pieces by a shell falling from the sky.

The airship flew over the Lucian army's camp on both sides of the river, high-pressure gas cylinders falling continuously, and special white phosphorus napalm dropping from the air.

Poisonous gases were rampant, flames raged, and the wind swept the fire and poison, enveloping the two huge camps in their entirety.

In just half a day's effort, the main army of the Lucian Empire's counterattack on the Great Plains of Lulé collapsed.

The Delen Imperial Army left the defensive position unhurriedly, chasing the few remaining Lucian soldiers, all the way to the northeast, recovering the territory lost these days little by little, and attacking the Lucian Empire proper.

Gorkin, riding a war horse, led the direct troops of the division headquarters to the northeast in constant pursuit.

Amid the rumbling of the cannons, Gorkin glanced back to the west and pouted.

"A piece of ribs that is a little meaty, but not fat enough...... But, the Rann Corridor, that's a big piece of fat. Gorkin shrugged his shoulders: "Your Highness Isaac, that big piece of fat is yours." ”

Gorkin thought about the Rhine Corridor.

The northwestern province closest to the Lanyin Corridor, the Republic of Gaul led a large number of coalition forces and crashed into this province.

As had happened in the Great Plains of Rulé, the Delen Imperial Army had built a line of barbed wire and trenches in the central part of the province.

In the headquarters in the middle of the defensive line, Isaac von Hyderaberg, a tall, handsome-looking, and resolute look, wrapped in an iron-gray military coat, stood in front of a huge military map.

"The Highlanders have slowed down their attack, understandably."

Isaac grinned, "Father taught them a lesson, they have seen the power of new weapons, so they will not be a second one...... So, they didn't say this to their allies? ”

Isaac shrugged his shoulders: "Then, let's greet our friends from afar with the greatest enthusiasm." Republic of Gaul? Hehe...... I had a hunch that they were going to turn into Gauls again. ”

While Gorkin was in pursuit with his immediate troops, the elite army of the Gallic Republic was in the vanguard and ran headlong into the line commanded by Isaac.

A day later, the coalition collapsed, and Isaac, commanding the army, counterattacked directly, easily returning to the Lane corridor.