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The mole from the canyon: "..... Cough! Brothers, was the server down for maintenance just now?"

Quit Smoking: "???" Tail: "00?"

Edge paddling: "What??"

Fang Chang: "Normally, we call this a resurrection CD." Makabazi: "Hahahaha! Laugh to death!"

Commander of the Spring: "Brother, are you okay?" (funny)" I was the blackest: "I really can't do it, let's change it." (bared teeth)"

The mole on the run in the canyon: "Roll, man misses, horses stumble.... P！ It's so unlucky!"

Fang Chang: "Indeed, everyone has bad luck, at least our Mole Brothers' teammates are still online, so it shouldn't be a big problem."

Night Ten: "Is it my delusion? How I feel like conversations have happened before. (funny)"

Irena: "You should ask if a conversation like this hasn't happened on any other day. (funny)"

Elf King Fugui: "This game is too real. (funny)" Canyon is running away from the mole: "it, why did you two come down too?!"

Irena: "Isn't this here to laugh at you, I'll go back right away." (funny)"

Elf King Fugui: "The head of the regiment goes all the way! (funny) "The mole from the canyon:"@#≈ ap； ＠！ ＂......

Facts have proved that although pretending to be forced will not be struck by lightning, there will definitely be problems if you are careless and underestimate the enemy.

Although the 340,000 troops of the Southern Army were only a "machine division", and they were not very lucky, they were caught off guard, but they were not soft persimmons that could be kneaded at will as the mole imagined.

It can even be said that compared to the unskilled armored units used by the Southern Army, those mechanized infantry that cooperate with the artillery attack are their real trump cards!

The reserves are only strategically oriented, and it does not mean that the entire force is a rookie. Time back to half an hour ago.

Since the Horn had been deployed to the front line, the 300,000-man squadron personally led by Commander Ryan was moving forward like a bamboo, and the 340,000-man squadron could only rely on its own reconnaissance 100-man team and regular patrol reconnaissance planes to outfront the enemy.

In fact, the war has reached the current situation, and there is no suspense about capturing the Lion City. There was little doubt from the Southern Army that they would take the entire Lion State by the end of the month, force Borneo to sign an armistice, and then concentrate on the Mammoth State, which occupied the three northern states.

Under such circumstances, the 340,000 troops were naturally not worried about the possibility of any counteroffensive by the Borneo Army, and the main task of the reconnaissance unit was to search those annoying tunnels and "rat holes".

However, just as they were burying their heads in whack-a-mole, they ran into the Skeleton Corps rushing to the south of Ridpur County.

The two sides came into contact on a gentle slope where forest meets farmland.

The 340,000 men of the Southern Army immediately paid the price for their light enemy.

The 10 hapless "Greyhound" reconnaissance vehicles had almost just spotted the rushing torrent of steel when their armor was blown out by an oncoming 155-millimeter high-explosive shell.

The reason why players choose to use high-explosive shells instead of armor piercing is mainly to prevent "over-penetration".

With the thickness of the armor of the "Greyhound" reconnaissance vehicle, it was like paper paste in front of the Alliance's No. 3 tank, and the damage effect of one shot through two holes may not be as strong as that of a high-explosive bomb.

The first encounter with the enemy killed 10 armored units of the opponent, and the morale of the players of the Skeleton Corps was greatly boosted!

The mole immediately ordered to continue the assault, intending to cooperate with the air force brothers of the Goblin Corps to eat the entire division in one bite.

However, the Willant people on the other side are not vegetarians either.

Captain Gibson of the 340,000-man squad immediately came back to his senses and gave operational instructions while calling for support from the Air Force.

Not only that, but this guy also played a trick maneuver, divided two teams of 1,000 people, unloaded the infantry and anti-tank equipment from the armored personnel carriers, and sent them into the scattered areas that the Borneo soldiers dug in

Bug traps and rat holes were laid in ambush, and self-propelled guns and light armor were deployed behind these foxholes.

I have to say, this trick is really useful.

Although those "rat holes" are a bit narrower for the Willants, they can still be hidden in them by squeezing them.

The kill surface of the high-explosive shell is mainly an upward fan-shaped surface, and the damage to targets below the horizontal plane is limited.

As soon as the Skeleton Corps came into view of the stragglers, the Willant soldiers in ambush in the rat hole immediately reported their location to the rear with radio communication equipment and called for long-range fire.

Fifty-two "Firebow" self-propelled guns took the lead in firing a salvo, and a dense rain of bullets instantly pounced on the 1st Battalion of the Skeleton Corps.

In fact, with the protection capability of the No. 3 tank, as long as it is not directly hit by an artillery shell, it is not too afraid of long-range fire. And at such a distance, hitting a tank with indirect firepower, the winning rate is comparable to a scratch lottery ticket.

However, it is a coincidence that someone is so unlucky.

A 200mm hood-piercing grenade hit the mole's car impartially, piercing it directly through the fragile top cover, giving him an intermediate flower.

From the time the shell pierced the armor to the time it exploded, the whole process was not even a second, so that before the mole could come to his senses, the man had already returned to the line.

At the same time, the air force that had been urgently lifted off from Xifan Harbor also arrived on the battlefield and pounced on it with 100-kilogram bombs.

But fortunately, the goblin corps that took off from Tiandu Airport also joined the battle at this time, so that the skeleton corps did not become meat on the board.

200 "Daggers" against 200 "Mosquitoes", the two sides go back and forth in the air, killing the sky and the sky above and below the dark clouds.

And just when the fierce battle between the two sides was in full swing, four "Thunder" fighters took off from the port of Golden Gallen, and six "Sabres" took off from the port of eternal night.

The former is the Alliance's next-generation fighter with an advanced but not yet stable plasma thruster.

The latter is an old antique used by the Legion for a century, and although it uses an old-fashioned jet engine, its technical content and casting process are basically close to the peak of the "chemical power engine".

The reason for the use of jet engines is not because of some "path dependence", but because the entire wasteland can force the legion to pull out supersonic aircraft, except for the enterprise, there is only the Alliance.

The missiles fired by this thing are much more expensive than those of propeller planes, and the cannons don't carry much ammunition, not only the army of the corps doesn't like it, but the air force itself doesn't like it very much, and it is usually used in military parades.

When he was in Luoxia Province before, Luo Yu once flew the "Lingyun" fighter to compete with this thing once, and he barely won by combining with Xiao Yu.

But now, whether it is him or Xiao Yu, or the planes of the alliance, they are no longer at the same level as they were at the beginning.

Don't say it's four against six, it's one against six! He was also sure that he would do it again in three days!

Holding the joystick with both hands, Falling Feather took a deep breath and sank his consciousness into the biological prosthesis.

Xiao Yu's fruiting body is spread throughout the cockpit.

Through these "biomass sensors", he can even sense the air flow scraping through the hatch and the vibration of the wingtips!

The whole plane seemed to merge with him!

His "vision" had already passed through the clouds, as if he had "seen" the heartbeat and breathing of the enemy pilot, and at this moment an air-to-air missile flew towards him against the edge of the clouds.

Without the slightest fear, his chest burned with boiling battle intent. In the previous Torch Church, the opponent's flying unit speed was not even 200 yards.

Now we finally have a decent opponent! "Xiao Yu, get ready!"

As the missile radar turned on, a light call came from the depths of the sea.

"Hmmm!"

Long trailing lights flew up and down in the air, and occasionally one or two air-to-air missiles whizzed by, and every now and then an airplane turned into a ball of fire and fell with a parachute.

That's mostly Willant

A parachute for people.

The pilots of the Goblin Corps didn't need that, and the mosquitoes didn't even have their own equipment.

The battle in the sky gradually entered the white heat, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.

At the same time, the battle on the ground was also going on.

Although Brother Mole received a boxed lunch at the beginning, the command system of the Skeleton Corps did not collapse because of this, but made the commanders of the cars behind laugh.

"Damn, this dog's mole is so lucky."

"How can this be a hit?! Let's hang up!" "The dog plan has been adjusted."

"The end of not doing a good job is sanctioned."

There was a happy atmosphere in the communication channel, and many people hurriedly scolded while the mole was not there.

However, the battle continued, and the crowd did not waste all their time on small talk, and quickly returned their attention to the battlefield.

Even if it's to avenge the mole brother, they'll have to show some real skills!

Irena quickly took over the command and shouted into the communication channel.

「.... Air defense company, did you see anything in the near airspace nearby? Like drones or something."

The communication channel soon came to answer.

"Nope! Not to mention drones, there aren't even a bird nearby."

The enemy's air force is still fighting with the brethren of the Goblin Corps, so it can't be taken care of here for the time being.

Irena nodded.

"Good...... It looks like the 'eyes' and the radio are hiding right in front of us." The two sides were in skirmishes, and there wasn't much time to deploy in advance.

In such a short period of time, it is unlikely that the 340,000th Squadron will have time to deploy infantry on either flank of their advance.

In particular, there is a risk of exposing one's own artillery to enemy armored forces.

Guessing the other party's disposition, Irena immediately made a judgment and issued a series of orders to the communication channel.

"Attention Support Company! Go to the location marked on the map and deploy yourself and wait for the next step."

"The 1st and 2nd Armored Battalions are circling to the left and the 3rd Armored Battalion to the right, targeting enemy self-propelled guns and lightly armored units, keeping an eye out for enemy anti-tank weapons. The 5th Mechanized Infantry Battalion covers the 4th Battalion and continues to advance!"

Battalion Commander: "Roger!"

After a pause, Irena continued to order.

"Also, the anti-aircraft battery is flattened! Push your Fak up and see where it looks like there is a hiding, or a foxhole, sweep up two shuttles first!"

FK-1 Defender: "Roger!"

As one order after another was given, the Skeleton Corps immediately changed its forward formation.

The unit that served as the vanguard changed from the No. 3 main battle tank to the "Chimera" armored vehicle, and the heavy armor scattered to the two flanks rushed straight towards the artillery position of the 340,000th team like two giant axes.

The offensive of the Skeleton Corps did not descend into chaos due to the loss of its commander. It is better to say that it is precisely because of the confidence that "even without themselves, the skeleton corps can fight", that the mole dares to drive a command vehicle to the front line of the battlefield.

Each main battle tank is equipped with an "offline officer" who takes the place of the communicator and is responsible for transmitting offline deployments to online for strategic deployment. The online communication is taken care of by the commander, and the other car groups communicate in real time.

This is the experience they summed up during the Battle of Luoxia.

Not to mention that there is no commander, even the entire reinforced regiment has been hit by strategic-level EP weapons, and relatively real-time communication between vehicle crews can also be carried out.

Upon discovering the actions of the Alliance's armored forces, Captain Gibson of the 340,000th Brigade felt a sense of confusion.

Shelled by shelling, they did not rush to the infantry positions, but chose to bypass the frontal positions from both sides.

Seeing that the air force was not ready for a long time, and the enemy's armored forces were about to rush to the face, Gibson could only give the order to withdraw the deployed self-propelled guns and let them be attached

Nearby armored personnel carriers followed.

As for the more than 3,000 soldiers who were left behind, they could only be allowed to hide on the spot.

Anyway, with such a large area, it would be difficult for the Alliance to find them all, and it was unlikely that much time would be wasted looking for them.

Although Gibson did make the right judgment from the commander's standpoint, it also made the infantrymen who were left behind to ambush the tanks an outcast.

Without the cover of supporting fire and light armor, more than 3,000 stragglers scattered in the position were orphaned in an instant.

After discovering the ceasefire of the other side, Irena immediately issued an order to her own support company, which had completed the deployment, and released the drone that guided the artillery fire, and fired three rounds of incendiary bombs one by one at the area suspected of hiding enemy targets.

The fire burned in the wilderness, and although it was not large, it had a miraculous effect on the Wilantes soldiers hiding in their burrows.

The burly men couldn't do anything in the small hole, and the flames depleted the oxygen on the ground, and some people crawled out of the hole, while others were suffocated to death in the hole.

Seeing that the burn was almost over, Irena immediately shouted "get out of the car", and then took more than 300 brothers from the fourth battalion to get out of the car, cooperate with the Chimera armored car, and search forward in groups of three.

Since the "Battle to Extinguish the Fire", all the mechanized infantry of the Skeleton Corps have been equipped with the "Type 5" light exoskeleton that combines mobility and defense.

With the helmet's battlefield guidance system, they only need to "look" towards the suspected person, and the iris sensor can immediately synchronize their gaze to the gunner on the armored vehicle behind them, who will judge whether they need to shoot past.

Soon after the group got out of the car, they were immediately stopped by the Willant stragglers.

The bullets were like raindrops, whizzing in the air.

The short dodged a shuttle of bullets, and Irena immediately grabbed her LD-47 assault rifle and swept back.

The 7mm full-power projectile shot directly through the helmet, and the Willant lying in the foxhole didn't have time to let out a muffled snort, and his head instantly scattered red and white like a broken watermelon.

The man, like a potato stuck in the ground, stuck his shoulder at the entrance of the foxhole, and before he fell back, he was left with half of his body on the ground.

The death of his teammates did not terrify the remaining Willantes, but only stirred up their blood.

The gunfire in the field was one after another, and the ferocious fire suppressed the team led by Irena behind the armored vehicles.

However, no matter how ferocious the firepower was, it was also sprayed from a small water pipe, and it could not compare to the 37mm gun of the "Chimera" armored car.

"Three o'clock! Hit me hard with a high-explosive bomb! We're staring!"

Irena slammed her fist twice on the door, then placed her rifle on the front side of the armored car, aimed at a guy who had climbed out of the foxhole with an anti-tank bazooka on his back and pulled the trigger.

With a few short gunshots, the guy fell to the ground before he could reload.

The enemy commander apparently ignored the size of these foxholes, as well as the size of their own soldiers and equipment.

The Brahminians could stand in these foxholes and play RPGs, but the people of Wiellant could barely even get into it, let alone reload the anti-tank bazookas, and they had to climb out to operate them.

Perhaps it would be better to switch to the cheaper, disposable "Iron Fist" bazooka.

Anyway, against lightly armored targets, how many deep-piercing armor-piercing shells are the same.

The anti-tank infantry was easily dealt with by Irena, and the Chimera armored vehicles, which were used as cover by his squad, were also focused on soft targets with rifles firing.

The 37mm guns opened fire with a thud, and the shells smashed into the turret and hull of the armored car, and in just a few breaths, most of the Willant infantry in front of them were killed and wounded.

And just as the "Chimera" armored vehicle continued to output firepower, the FK-1 "Defender", which was not far behind the group, also pressed forward.

Based on the destroyer close-in defense artillery

The designed 20 "Red Dot" rapid-fire cannon was aimed at a muddy black earth in front of it, and suddenly let out a string of rag-ripping machine-like roars.

The dense rain of bullets was like a raging storm, covering the rows of foxholes in front of it with a devastating momentum, threatening to overturn the ground, and in just a few minutes, it knocked out 6% of the mass of the whole car.

Although the armor-piercing ability of this electromagnetically accelerated lightweight projectile is not high, it unexpectedly works wonders when dealing with soft soil.

Where the fragments of high-explosive shells could not enter, these metal balls fired at the direct fire easily pierced in, and even pierced the foxholes.

The breakthrough on the opposite side was silent in an instant, and Irena fired a few shots tentatively, and after finding that there was no response, she took Lao Wang and another brother and touched forward.

When he reached the nearest foxhole, he found that the whole pit had been buried in the collapsed earth, and that there were small holes in the mound that covered it, like honeycombs.

"Mommy...... It's terrible."

Smacking her tongue, Irena overcame the discomfort in her heart, removed the sapper shovel hanging from the exoskeleton, dug open the buried foxhole, and took a picture of the pit.

It's not that he has a bad taste.

Confirming the damage effect of the weapon is also part of the combat mission, after all, this is the first time that the FK-1 "Defender" has been put on the battlefield.

Looking at the bloody mud, even the old king, who had seen a lot of hell, had a churning in his stomach, and couldn't help but complain.

「..... I can't even pick up my equipment." "It's no longer a version, and I don't need it."

Since the development of the Union industry, they have rarely used captured equipment.

Those things are usually given to newcomers for transition, or sold to interested wastelanders, or given to Boulder Military Research.

Irena silently recited Amitabha Buddha and buried the blood pit again. It's miserable.

This game is always real and redundant in inexplicable places, no wonder Ah Guang doesn't let children in.

If this is seen by the proud brothers, wouldn't they be scared to pee on the spot? On the other side, the battle in the sky seemed to have come to an end.

The Third Air Force of the Southern Army gradually declined, and even the ace pilot who claimed to have shot down ten coalition planes in the "Battle of the Harbor" was defeated, and became a horizontal word written on the "positive" in the cockpit of Fengqing.

Luo Yu's side also had a remarkable record, and two of the six "with knives" fighters were shot down by him.

Two more heads were taken by teammates.

Although the price is one for one, it is not a big problem!

The original advantage became a balance of power, and the only two remaining "Sabres" chose to retreat.

Luo Yu, who did not have much ammunition, did not choose to continue the pursuit, but covered another wounded friendly plane and returned in the direction of Golden Gallen Harbor.

In terms of acceleration, the plasma engine, which is still in its infancy, is indeed not the opponent of the mature chemical engine, and its advantages are mainly in endurance and stability.

After the battle in the air, the Mosquitoes also did not pursue the retreating Third Air Force of the Southern Army, but pounced on the 340,000 Squadron, which was retreating towards the Northern Railroad, with the remaining 39 aircraft.

The ammunition on his plane hadn't been emptied yet, so it would be a shame to just go home.

Although he did not bring aerial bombs with him on this trip, it did not prevent him from causing a little trouble to the Wilantes who fled with their tails between their tails with their 20mm cannons.

"Brothers! Leave the armored vehicles alone, aim at those transports for me!" Roaring at the communication channel, the mosquito pulled down the windshield goggles on his head, and swooped down first with a strange scream.

With the trigger of the fire, two 20-mm cannons suddenly erupted with fire snakes, smashing the nose of an armored personnel carrier.

The Willant soldiers, who were hiding in the back compartment, hurriedly jumped out of the car, and at the urging of the commander, they scattered and ran to the woods on the side.

The originally orderly convoy was instantly in chaos, and some angry Willantes picked up what they were holding

Assault rifles and submachine guns, firing into the sky, but not even the shadow of the plane was scratched.

"Take a submachine gun to sweep Lao Tzu? Crazy, you're hahaha—it!?"

I only heard a soft snap, and suddenly there was a bullet hole in the cockpit glass. The mosquito that was pretending to be forced was startled, and hurriedly pulled the joystick to pull the nose up.

Thirty-nine propeller planes took turns diving towards the ground, scrapping almost all the transports that could still move, and removing the tires of those that could not move, leaving only some armored vehicles and light tanks that could not move on the ground.

The brethren of the Skeleton Corps will pack up the stuff.

Emptying the last round of ammunition, the mission is done.

Just as Brother Mosquito was returning with his brothers in the direction of Tiandu, the three armored battalions of the Skeleton Corps had already caught up with the rout of the 340,000 troops.

The entire team of 10,000 people has almost collapsed.

Except for the 52 "Firebolt" self-propelled guns that escaped because of their hard armor, almost all of the remaining soldiers were forced to scatter and hide in the mountains and woods because they lost their means of transportation.

It's a pity that the two mechanized infantry battalions that Lao Na herself led didn't keep up, otherwise she wouldn't be able to really give the entire division-level combat unit on the opposite side to a pot.

However, this pot can't be completely buckled on Lao Na's head.

After all, he didn't expect that those Willant people would be so stubborn that they would refuse to surrender even if they were orphans.

More than 3,000 big noses with nearly half a division's anti-tank equipment were hidden on the battlefield more than a dozen kilometers long and wide.

Even if he used up the ammunition of the entire regiment, he might not be able to clean up the 3,000 stragglers.

Fewer people is a hard injury.

The two battalions add up to 600 people, and it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack to search a front more than ten kilometers wide.

The most important thing is that their current position is already behind enemy lines, and if they stop, they are in danger of being surrounded.

The other party obviously understands this, unless he is pointed at the head with a gun and pulled out of the hole by the neck, he will not surrender no matter how he shouts.

Irena couldn't help but complain in her heart, who the hell is a gopher? Of course, these people can't do it, and when the retreat comes, this force will definitely bite them.

Just when Lao Na was in a dilemma, a few horses suddenly came in the distance.

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves, he subconsciously aimed his rifle over, but saw that the other party raised his hand.

"Brothers of the Alliance, don't shoot! My own people!"

With that, the man took the reins, and one rolled over and dismounted.

Irena stared at the man in civilian clothes and lowered the muzzle of her gun. "Are you?"

The man was flushed, with a respectful expression on his face, straightened his waist and gave a military salute.

"The 110,000th Captain of Borneo! Yokal!" Boy.

Where the captain is on such a frontline, you can be resurrected in three days?

Irena gave him a surprised look, then at the dismounted soldiers behind him.

"What about your troops? That's all?" Jokal spoke quickly.

"Our troops are nearby, and Commander Yudono's mission is to fight guerrillas in this area! When I heard the gunshots, I rode over first, and my men were still running behind, and they should be there in ten minutes."

The Borneo Army lacked vehicles, and most of the soldiers were mobile on two legs.

In the face of the corps' motorized troops, the speed of their reinforcements is far from the speed of the opposite drag racing, and often the corpses of friendly troops are cold, and they are still running on the road.

It is precisely because of this that the Southern Army did not pay attention to these 200,000 troops at all.

Troops that cannot arrive on time on the battlefield are useless, no matter how large they are.

It was precisely because of such helplessness that the front-line commander of Borneo simply let this army fight guerrillas.

Although Irena felt that with the communication level of a hundred of them sharing a radio station, eighty percent of them could not be used

It will be a long time before the Centurion can't find the Centurion, but at the moment they really have no better way.

But at this moment, his heart moved, and he looked at the officer in front of him and asked. "How many of you are there?"

Jokal said with a sigh of relief.

"Besides us, we have ten thousand! We can take your command!" "Good!"

Irena tapped him on the shoulder with joy, then glanced at the "potato field" behind her, and continued.

"These big-nosed people are hiding in the rat hole and won't come out, we can't persuade them, you take your men to look for them. They have radios on them, and although they are in the same frequency band as the Southern Legion, you can make do with a code."

Not just radios, but exoskeletons and bazookas and things like that. Although he despised those things, the Borneo army was not a picky eater.

Sure enough, after hearing his words, a look of surprise immediately appeared on Yokal's face, and he received the order excitedly.

"Rest assured, leave it to us! I promise to get them out!"

"Well, I'll leave it to you!" Irena smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and admonished, "Remember to move quickly, I can't say when their reinforcements will come, you can take your equipment and go south, anyway, it's too late to go to Lion City."

Leaving behind the thankful Yokal, Irena waited for the Borneo army to come and handed over the "potato field" to them.

If you don't surrender, you won't surrender, he just happens to be too troublesome to take prisoners.

Silently praying for the hard-headed Willant boys, Lao Na then led the brothers back to the car with the hooded captives.

The logistics company would recover the captured prisoners and send them to the prisoner of war camp in the rear.

"The 4th and 5th Battalions, as well as the support company and the air defense company, pay attention, the railway to the north of the target! Onward!"

The sound of rolling wheels continued forward, interspersed towards the butts of the troops of the Eastern Front of the Southern Corps.

Unfortunately, however, a partial victory did not turn the tide of the battle.

While the Skeleton Corps and the 350,000 Squad along the Railroad were engaged in a fierce exchange of fire around the armored train, the 300,000 Squad led by Captain Ryan Vanwan had already penetrated the defense line in the northeastern part of Rydpur County and kicked open the gates of Lion City.

In the face of the combined attack of the three 10,000-strong teams of the Southern Army and a steel airship, the six 10,000-strong teams of the Borneo State stationed outside the city were beaten and could not find the north, so they could only retreat into the city to prepare for street fighting.

Yudono has already evacuated some of the civilians, and some have run away when they see that things are not going to them.

However, the Lion City is a large settlement of millions of people, and it is not so easy to vacate people.

Moreover, it is not only Absec who has illusions about the people of Wilantes?

Even if they have seen the tragedy in Xifan Harbor, there will still be Bharats who feel that those dead Brahminats deserve it, and the "decisiveness" of the Southern Army is understandable.

Hearing that the 340,000th Squad had been routed, Ryan was unexpectedly calm, and did not even get angry at Captain Gibson who reported the news, but calmly made arrangements.

The war had been waged for the present time, and even the most naïve Wilantes would not have felt that their opponents were the filthy Brahmanas.

Against them is the Alliance.

There is no shame in fighting an old enemy, and even losing two battles will not change the fact that they are on their way.

However, since the local survivors chose to stand with the remnants of the War Construction Committee against the Willantes, don't blame him for being ruthless.....

on the command vehicle.

Looking at the smoky settlement on the holographic screen, Captain Ryan gave the order to the Horn airship with a blank face.

"Fly your airship over the southern city of Lion City."

The captain of the Horn knew what he wanted to do, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with doing so, but he couldn't help but wonder if it was

Some are too extreme.

They don't need a ruin.

That kind of thing is everywhere in the great desert, and no one wants it for nothing.

"Does that make sense? The rest is just a few remnants of the defeated army, and if you're worried about casualties among your men, we can release a wave of dogs, those things are cheaper than cannonballs."

The so-called dogs refer to those glorious soldiers who do not have numbers. Ryan didn't explain it to him, just said coldly. "Do as I say."

He needs to thwart the locals' will to resist and show them what it will mean to go against the Southern Legion.

The captain of the Horn sighed and no longer dissuaded. "Okay_ahem, I mean, yes."