When the Backfire squadron appeared on the battlefield, all the noise disappeared at once.

Only the sound of rumbling explosions remained between heaven and earth.

The sound resounded like thunder.

The Backfire Squadron advanced slowly in the air at a distance of 400 meters, and they were like a group of mythical and legendary demon dragons that destroyed the world, cruel and ruthless, spreading their wings with flames, and with unstoppable steps, they sowed death on the people on the ground.

Everywhere I went, the earth shook and the air burned.

A bomb fell from the sky, emitting a sharp, piercing, heart-rending roar, and then slammed into the ground. During the violent impact, the fuse in the head is triggered in an instant. Then more than 100 kilograms of explosives in the body of the bomb were detonated.

In an instant, a huge fireball of brilliant and dazzling fire rose into the air, enveloping and clearing all Semitic soldiers within a radius of tens of meters, sweeping away a single qiē within the explosion range.

Before the flames of the bomb explosion were completely gone, another fireball was already lit up not far away.

When the Backfire Squadron slowly galloped past, behind it, dozens of billowing clouds of smoke were left behind, and those black smoke were like a jungle of giant trees, the smoke was the trunk of the tree, and the mushroom cloud at the top was the canopy.

Smoke and dust rose into the air, then gathered together to form an artificial dark cloud over the battlefield, slowly floating into the sky.

The originally blue sky had disappeared, and the entire sky over the battlefield had been completely shrouded in a faint layer of gray smoke, and under the background of the blood on the ground, an extremely strange face was revealed. It's unforgettable.

Fireballs exploded one after another, but unstoppably pushed north.

The Squadron of Backfire left behind them a burning scorched earth full of craters and broken corpses, about to fly over the Semitic camp.

The Semitic army of more than 100,000 in the charge completely collapsed under the ravages of three hundred bombshells.

Every time a bomb falls, hundreds of lives are claimed in an instant, and the stumps and flesh fall from the sky like hail and fall on the bodies of living soldiers.

The dripping blood and all kinds of broken pieces of flesh completely drenched their clothes, and they were wet and sticky to their bodies, which was extremely uncomfortable.

At the same time, remind them. In the next second, maybe those bombshells will land on their heads, blowing them to smithereens.

After years of education, there is no doubt that these soldiers were extremely loyal to the High Priest. And the courage to fight across the sea also fully illustrates their bravery.

But these bombshells easily destroyed their loyalty and bravery.

Driven by fear, they yelled in terror like madmen, throwing away their weapons and flags. Desperately scattered and fled.

There were violent explosions in front of them, left and right, and the smoke that obscured them made them lose their direction, and the stunned Semitic soldiers did not know that they were safe there.

They can only instinctively choose one direction and run for their lives indiscriminately, scurrying like a group of rats that are on the verge of death.

But the Semitic gathered too many armies on a short battlefield. The density of the crowd is just too large.

The fleeing Semitic soldiers found that they were crowded wherever they went, and the fireballs of bomb explosions were constantly lighting up around them, and broken hands and legs and feet fell on them from time to time.

Survival overcame the sanity of the Semitic soldiers, who shoved, yelled, and even brandished their weapons to cut through others in their way. Flee for your life just to run for your life.

The defeat was like a mountain.

On the battlefield, the soldiers have completely lost their formation, scurrying around like headless flies.

In this case, trampling inevitably arises.

The soldiers who had been knocked down by the rout fell to the ground, and before they could get up, countless pairs of feet stepped over them, breaking their bones and breaking their flesh and skin.

These unfortunate ghosts were trampled to death.

Orlandini stood on top of the knoll. Looking at the explosions in front of me and the frantically fleeing Semitic soldiers, my heart was cold.

He finally remembered what had been dropped from the fortress of war, which humans called bombs, which were actually another type of cannonball, but more powerful.

Orlandini clenched his fists, his heart filled with remorse—what he should have thought of a long time ago, what he should have thought of.

Not so long ago, the Fortresses of Human War used them to bombard the Undead High Priest and the Derossi Empire. Right above the High Priest's head, bombs whistled down, shattering the war fortress on the ground.

The undead suffered the heaviest losses since the war began, with fifty war fortresses destroyed on the ground, hundreds of dark mages killed, and thousands of soldiers killed.

Heavy losses forced the High Priest of the Dead to revise his battle plan. This has led to a chain reaction.

The human race celebrated their victory with great fanfare, and through the propaganda of the guò newspaper, all the humans in the world knew that it was a heroic man called the Lightning Squadron in the Ruman Empire, who slapped the undead high priest and dealt a blow to the arrogance of the demons.

But for the Semites, this painful defeat was little known.

These Semitic officers and soldiers on the front line did not know that in addition to artillery, humans also possessed bombs that could be dropped directly.

Because the High Priest of the Undead ordered the news of their bombing to be blocked, covering up their losses.

The undead fear that if the sudden loss is revealed, the Semitic people will be demoralized and resist the war plan that the high priest has been planning for a long time.

What's even more worrying is that all along, the high priest has been invincible in the official propaganda of the Semitic people.

Once it is known, he also lost the battle, and for so many years, the Semitic officials have painstakingly erected a tall image for the high priest, which will instantly collapse in people's hearts, and even arouse the rebellion and confrontation of the dead people.

That would be the consequence of the disaster.

The reason why the common people of the Semitic tribe are close to the nobles and the undead are endured like pigs and dogs, working like mules and horses. It is because they know that the great high priest is invincible. All those who dare to rebel or criticize will be detected by him, and will eventually be eliminated by him.

Once they found out, the High Priest was not omnipotent, and he was not that powerful. Then they will first show their claws to the noble lords who ride on their heads and poop and urinate, kill them, and then overthrow the rule of the high priest who cruelly exploited them. In the end, he may overthrow the High Priest with the Terrans, and then sit together and conclude a treaty of friendship for generations.

Achieving world peace in the true sense of the word~!

Therefore. The Dark Council has issued an extremely strict gag order, and any kind of leakage of news about the defeat of the High Priest is absolutely not allowed to happen~!

Once discovered, they were directly burned at the stake for treason and blasphemy. And it's the kind that is executed immediately.

The vast majority of the Semitic soldiers knew nothing about the heavyweight weapons of the human race.

They knew that the trenches could withstand artillery, but they did not know how to dodge the bombardment from the sky.

In fact, although the undead have been bombarded once, they don't know how to dodge until now. No effective guidelines have yet been developed.

In this case, although Orlandini is a general in command of an army of 500,000, the news about this is also extremely closed, and he also knocked on the side to hear some of the news. So much so that he completely ignored the bombardment of the fortress of the Wars of Jouman.

Just twelve war fortresses brought him such heavy losses that the soldiers who were killed, wounded, trampled on each other and died simply cannot be counted.

What's more, the offense he thought was going to win failed.

At this time, the Backfire Squadron had galloped out of the battlefield and was about to fly to the Semitic camp.

The bombs that fell from the war fortress were still in flux, and the Semitic soldiers who stayed behind in the camp realized that something was wrong. Ignoring the shouts and scolding of the officers, he rushed out of the barracks in spite of the danger, hoping to escape for his life before the bomb was dropped.

And the officers were basically all frightened, and when they dissuaded them, they were all pretentious, hypocritical, and then pretended to be coerced by the soldiers. also hurriedly escaped from the barracks.

Orlandini watched the falling bomb get closer and closer to him, but he just stood in a daze under the banner of Jin Sè Lightning, and there was only one thought left in his heart: "It's over, it's over......"

Seeing that the human war fortress was about to fly above them, the attendant beside him shouted anxiously, "General, we should turn in." ”

But Orlandini turned a deaf ear, staring vacantly at the fleeing Semitic soldiers on the battlefield.

He clearly knows: what emperor wants to dominate, and what is the king. With this big defeat, all of them have passed with the wind.

At this time, the shadow cast by the wide body of the war fortress of the Backfire Squadron, like a grim reaper, obscured Orlandini with a sinister smile.

The squires on the dirt slope could already clearly hear the roar of the bomb as it landed, from the rumbling explosion.

Several guards immediately decided. He picked up Orlandini and ran frantically backwards.

In the panic, Orlandini and the guards who were dragging him fell to the ground, and several people rolled down the dirt slope like a rolling gourd.

A bomb landed exactly where Orlandini was standing, and the exploding fireball instantly enveloped the Semitic banner.

The slope of several meters high was cut in half in height in the explosion, and dozens of tons of earth were blown into the sky and scattered everywhere.

The clods of earth crackled and fell, burying Orlandini and the others who had fallen to the ground.

Then another bomb landed on the Semitic camp, destroying the wooden fence and the barracks.

It wasn't until they flew to the Semitic camp surrounding the city of Viji that the backfire squadron in the air shook its wings as if it had burped, turned around and flew backwards.

Hundreds of deep craters of smoke were left on the battlefield, all charred black, like the surface of the moon.

There was charred black dirt all over the place, and pieces of something that I couldn't tell what they were were densely scattered all over the ground.

There were no Semitic soldiers in sight before or after the battlefield.

Those who were lucky enough to survive the bombing were also completely black at the moment, standing blankly among the corpses, stumbling as if they were drunk, their brains had been stunned in the explosion, and their thinking was disordered at the moment.

The effect of the bombing was so terrifying that even the Rumans who were watching the battle in Viji City took a breath of cool air.

They originally thought that the artillery was powerful enough, but they didn't expect that an entire artillery brigade with more than 200 artillery pieces was bombarded with all their lives, and it was not as good as a bombardment by a backfire squadron.

The number of explosives dropped by the backfire squadron at one time was hundreds of times that of their artillery.

The hundreds of thousands of reserves organized by the Semitic people were directly bombed and collapsed.

The Ruman soldiers in the city unanimously sounded a question, if such a bombardment fell on the top of the city of Viji, would they still be able to hold it?

Many people shudder at the thought of that terrible result.

The walls and fortresses on which they depended were under the power of a hundred kilogram bombs. It's no different from papier-mâché.

A staff officer behind Skope, the commander of the Thor Artillery Brigade, couldn't help but draw a cross on his chest, and said happily: "God of Light bless, fortunately, such a powerful weapon is ours~!"

The artillery officers next to him nodded heavily at the same time.

War Fortresses were once unique to the Undead, but thanks to the Lich's rigid and dull heads, they haven't changed the use of War Fortresses for over a thousand years.

It was only in the hands of the Rumans, or rather, the Lord of Lorraine, to be exact, that they became so powerful.

Scorppe looked at the Backfire squadron slowly floating in the sky. They seem to be appreciating their results today.

Scoppe took out a cigar from his arms, bit off the cigar head, and said with a smile: "It's a pleasure for that kid to de la Torre, and we can't be laughed at by them." Counterattack,Drive away the group of bitches raised by the demons for me.。 ”

The horn of the counterattack sounded in the city of Viji, and the officers on the front line shouted with a shrill whistle in their mouths, and roared angrily: "Counterattack, brothers fight back." ”

"Kill those bitche-raised demons for me. ”

The orcs of the Ney Grenadier Corps pried open the ammo box containing the grenades and poured as many grenades as they could into their bodies.

When the grenade bag is full, it is stuffed into the bag, and when the bag is full, it is inserted into the belt, and some orcs skillfully bundle several grenades into a cluster grenade. He picked it up and screamed and rushed into the trench.

The Panzergrenadier Regiment soldiers rushed to the front this time, bravely breaking out of the crowd with their invulnerable steel armor, throwing grenades as they advanced.

The soldiers of the Eastern Legion followed behind the grenadiers and took cover.

In the first battle, many Semitic soldiers bravely rushed into the trenches, and later the Backfire squadron only bombarded the reinforcements and reserves behind them in order to avoid accidental injury.

Hence it. The lucky puppies all escaped the bombardment.

However, seeing the bombardment of the Backfire Squadron like a landslide, they were all frightened, and they hid in the trenches honestly as rabbits, not daring to go out again.

At this moment, the Ruman army suddenly struck, and grenades rained down on them.

Every grenade that fell into the crowd killed several people.

Those are tall and strong. The ugly-looking monster chased them with bundles of grenades, and the Semitic soldiers were so frightened that they fled backwards when they saw the white smoke of the grenade from their tails.

They ran like rabbits with arrows, jumping and jumping desperately.

The sights they saw along the way were unforgettable for the rest of their lives.

There were huge craters all over the place. The ground was soft dirt that had been turned out by the explosion, and a sickening, pungent smell wafted through the air.

Unknown black objects could be seen everywhere on the ground, some of which were still smoking, and a burnt stench could be smelled when you got closer.

Many of the Semitic soldiers lay on the ground, their clothes torn to shreds, but there were no scars on their bodies, as if they had just fainted.

The passing soldiers tried to wake them up, but no matter how they swayed, they just didn't react.

Only when the Semitic soldiers touched their necks did they know that they were all dead—struck by the powerful blast of the explosion.

The mound where the Semitic military flag was erected had disappeared, and now it had become a charred black void, and not even the Semitic generals standing on it could not be seen.

Fortunately, the Rumans only managed to make a short chase and then retreated. And the Grim Reaper in the air is gone.

Therefore, when the Semitic soldiers escaped the command position, they found that no one continued to pursue them, and finally slowed down.

At the foot of the hill, several guards desperately dug through the clods of earth with their hands, shouting loudly in panic: "General, where are you?"

"General Orlandini. ”

"General......

The moist soil was suddenly pushed up, and a man covered with mud slowly crawled out, his face had turned black, his eyes and teeth showed a striking white sè, and the clay man said weakly: "I'm here." ”

The guards swarmed up and dug Orlandini out of the half-buried earth.

The faithful guards picked him up on their backs and ran briskly to the rear—they feared that the terrible fortress of war would return.

With great difficulty, they gathered the rout, retreated some distance, and re-established the camp, and from the beginning to the end, the Ruman soldiers in Viji watched the Semitic movements with cold eyes from the top of the city.

Orlandini was slightly injured in the blast, and after being stunned by the shock wave, he was lifted into the soil and buried, but the guards dug him out of the soil and Orlandini was not buried alive.

After freshening up, Orlandini, with a bandage on his head, immediately organized a reorganization of the rout, and it was not until the sun set that the hundreds of thousands of Semitic soldiers could be considered to have recovered from their fright.

After the defeat, the Semitic soldiers were demoralized, and the barracks were full of wounded, and their moaning and noisy soldiers were distraught.

Orlandini patrolled the barracks, and wherever he passed, the Semitic soldiers didn't even bother to get up and salute him.

Seeing the dejected appearance of his subordinates, he let out a long sigh, and couldn't help but complain in his heart that the undead high priest didn't notify the whole army to pay attention to such an important matter.

He looked up at the lights in the city of Viji, the city was obviously only twenty or thirty thousand defenders, how could it be so difficult to overcome, artillery, grenades, bombs...... There are a lot of weird things.

"This is not the war I am familiar with," Orlandini said as if a boulder had been pressed against him, and he wondered in his heart: Could it be that the war has changed?

Orlandini did not speak, and the generals beside him were silent.

After a moment, Orlandini suddenly said: "Leave 50,000 soldiers and all the wounded soldiers to watch Vizi, and the large army will continue to march south to the city of Juman." ”

The generals looked at each other, and then said in a deep voice at the same time: "Yes." ”

These Semitic generals were also extremely brave. Although he suffered a big defeat, he was still strong-willed.

They clearly knew that their heads under the city of Weiji were bleeding, and if they wanted to win at this time, they could only take dangerous steps and win by surprise. A raid on the city of Rumane is perhaps the best way to do it at the moment.

Just when they were in a low mood and full of worries, the lich Marcel descended from the sky and shouted excitedly: "Good news~!"

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