By the time the undead retreated, the battle on the ground had reached a fever pitch, with hundreds of thousands of Semitic troops and more than 20,000 Ruman soldiers fighting fiercely in the trenches outside the city of Viji.

The explosions of grenades and shells, the shouts of the soldiers, the roars, the screams, the clashing of weapons, the screams of the wounded...... All kinds of sounds were mixed together, and it became a huge and terrible noise, which reverberated between heaven and earth.

Although the Ruman soldiers are outnumbered, they have a lot of firepower to support them, especially the puppies from Neyan.

The Neyan artillery brigade hid in the middle of the city, firing desperately at the front.

More than 200 cannons roared incessantly, never stopping. Tons of ammunition were poured on the enemy's heads with impunity.

The grenadiers on the front line, relying on their ample firepower, hid in the trenches and kept throwing grenades at the opposite side.

Seeing the way the orc grenadiers fought, the soldiers of the Eastern Legion were all dumbfounded.

At the beginning, when the Nean demanded that everyone dig trenches, the soldiers of the Eastern Legion complained about it.

Everyone is here to fight, and to fight is to fight with a dignified array and a glorious army. Lined up in a neat phalanx, they were walking in front of each other, and the enemy was slashing and killing each other.

What kind of war is this kind of war that digs a deep ditch and hides in it as a rat?

And now, see how the Naian people fought. They finally understood what was going on.

Not to mention the continuous artillery bombardment in the rear, creating patches of bloody scorched earth in the path of the enemy's advance.

The tactics of the Orc Grenadier Regiment alone had completely upended their understanding of warfare - because of the small number of troops and the mixed combination of the two sides, they could observe the orcs up close.

The shaggy orc soldiers hid in the trenches, not showing their heads at all, smoking camel cigarettes and spitting clouds and mist, while humming a little tune of eighteen touches. All of them look like leisurely and wandering uncles.

When the enemy rushes in like a tidal wave. The orcs were unfazed.

They stood up with cigarette rolls in their mouths and flicked grenades at them. Blow up the enemy and cry wolf, fart and pee. Countless corpses were left on the ground, and then they screamed and retreated like a tidal wave.

The soil buns of the Eastern Army all stared out of their eyes one by one, and sighed: It turns out that the war can still be fought like this~!

Many people looked at the knives, guns, bows and arrows in their hands, and almost didn't cry.

Grandma's, this is too bullying.

What else is this sword for?

I have practiced the battle array martial arts for so many years. What's the use?

In the face of the powerful power of the grenade, it is not as good as a shell.

The power of each grenade is three points stronger than that of the mid-tier fireball technique.

As long as the grenade is in hand, basically everyone is equivalent to a mid-level fire mage. And don't worry about running out of mana.

These three thousand and a half orcs are equivalent to three thousand mid-level magicians. And that's not even counting the artillery in the back.

God of Light above,

Three thousand mid-level magicians. What a gorgeous lineup. Basically, you can sweep a qiē battlefield.

In their frantic attacks, except for the paladins with thick skin and long blood and high defense, no matter how good the soldiers are, they will have to disappear.

Moreover, even a paladin can take a few hits.

Although the military has always been regarded as the most conservative group, in fact, it is the most innovative group when it comes to their own lives.

Whether it is a cavalry shooting, a cannon, a tank, a machine gun, an atomic bomb. All of this can be fully proved, which is why there is a saying that 'war promotes scientific and technological progress and promotes social development'.

Although the soldiers of the Eastern Legion do not understand such profound philosophical knowledge, they know that the quality of weapons is related to their own lives.

And when it comes to life, except for the two fools. No one is the slightest bit ambiguous.

Therefore, they also did the same, throwing the swords in their hands one after another, or stepping on them again, spitting a few mouthfuls of thick phlegm. Then they swarmed up, following the example of the orcs, and drew a grenade - at first they were worried that the orcs would not let them use it. But then it turned out that no one stopped it at all. Boxes of grenades lay on the ground.

Even the orc officers encouraged them to do so.

And that's a matter of course.

Compared with the frantic attack of hundreds of thousands of enemies, there are only 3,000 half-orc grenadiers and 200 cannons on his side.

The operational theory of the Security Forces is simple. Firepower, firepower, or firepower~!

The artillerymen's favorite job is to cover the battlefield with fire over and over again.

No way, who made our Flying Eagle Group rich~!

And Lord Lorraine has always believed that problems that can be solved with money are not problems.

The explosion of grenades and shells was like rolling thunder, and it was so continuous that it even suppressed the shouts of the battlefield.

The density of explosions on the battlefield is unprecedented.

The smoke and dust from the explosion formed a thick fog on the ground and drifted above the trench.

This artificially created smoke blocked the view of the Semites behind them.

However, General Orlandini is also experienced, and from the fierce fighting on the battlefield, it can still be clearly judged that the Semitic soldiers are advancing slowly but unstoppably.

The Semitic army was about to advance beneath the walls of Viz.

Orlandini listened to the news of the battle coming from ahead, and secretly wondered if he should let the reserves go up.

Although the Rumans in Vizi formed a death blockade in the center of the battlefield with artillery fire, it would take heavy casualties to pass through this blockade of flames and explosions.

But as long as he can win, Orlandini doesn't care.

As long as he wins this battle, the enemy's cannons are not all in his pocket.

With those cannons, the combat effectiveness of the troops will definitely be multiplied exponentially.

"Order the reserves to go out of the camp and line up. After hesitating for a moment, Orlandini made up his mind, and he said decisively: "We must take Viji City today." We can't afford to waste any more time here. ”

Immediately there was a rush of trumpets in the Semitic camp.

The Semitic soldiers, who had been waiting in the rear for a long time, walked out of the camp and lined up neatly in front of the large camp, ready to rush to the battlefield.

No one noticed that the slow-flying black shadow in the sky suddenly accelerated.

Behind the city of Viji, at an altitude of three thousand meters above the ground. Twelve strange-looking fortresses of war slowly flew into the air.

They are like fat swans, longer and wider than ordinary war fortresses, and their shells are not pyramidal in the shape of war fortresses, but arcs, more like half eggshells.

In the middle of these war forts, there is a pair of wings like the Lightning Squadron, but longer and wider than the Lightning Squadron.

This shape is undoubtedly designed to accommodate more things inside, but it also looks bulkier and slower overall.

It's also true that they don't fly fast.

The majestic eagle emblem on the shell. Their identities are revealed - the Flying Wing of the Security Forces of the Royal Eagle Group of the Ruman Empire.

On the side was their squadron insignia, a flaming fireball dragging a long tail flame from the sky to the ground.

This is the 2nd Bomber Squadron of the Flying Eagle Group Flying Wing, and they have a domineering and literary name: Backfire.

Every improvement of the Backfire Squadron War Fortress is designed to carry more bombs. Flew longer distances, for which the flight speed and maneuverability of the war fortress were sacrificed.

Therefore, when performing tasks, they need air escort from the Lightning squadron.

Leading the Backfire Squadron in the No. 1 Squadron at the head of the platoon was the captain of the Backfire Squadron, De la Torre.

He used a high-powered telescope set up in front of the window in front of him to look down at the battlefield more than ten miles away.

The rumbling cannon sound clearly reached the ears of the crew members of the Backfire Squadron.

At this height, the fierce battle situation can be seen at a glance.

The members of the Backfire Squadron could clearly see the flickering muzzle flames inside the city and the continuous explosion fire outside the city.

The Semitic camp surrounding the city of Viji was like a broad garment. Between this belt and the city of Viji. It's a black land.

It took a few seconds for the crew to realize that it was not the land, but the Semitic soldiers, the Semitic soldiers who covered the land.

De la Torre raised his head, although he had a straight face, but his eyes radiated a hot light, and he said in a calm voice: "Gentlemen. It's our turn. Let that kid Capelle see who is the professional bomb angel.

Those guys from the Lightning Squadron are only for us to be bodyguards.

Install the fuse~!"

Several crew members raised their fists excitedly and roared, and became famous for the Lightning Squadron Capelle for robbing them of the jackpot of the Backfire Squadron and bombing the High Priest of the Undead, and the Backfire Squadron was extremely dissatisfied up and down.

That mission was supposed to be theirs.

Now the people of Capelle and the lightning squadron are all dragged like 2580,000, and the people who are backfire are angry when they see them. They just threw a few small bombs.

At this time, Capelle's lightning squadron is also in the air, so let them see what professional bombing is.

The cabin was filled with high-explosive bombs with a diameter of 30 centimeters and a length of 1 meter, and the black bomb body reflecting the cold light of the forest was firmly fixed on the pylon.

With the orders of de la Torre. The crew carefully pulled out the bomb fuses from the heavily protected boxes and carefully installed them on the bombs one by one.

All that's left is to throw them on top of the Semitic people's heads.

"Enter the bombing route. De la Torre calmly ordered.

The twelve war fortresses of the Backfire squadron slowly changed formation, lined up in a column, adjusted their direction and began to reduce their height.

Through the left and right portholes, de la Torre could see his teammates two hundred meters apart, and their flashing signal lights indicated that the Backfire Squadron was hungry and thirsty.

De la Torre has an advantage, serious, careful, the more calm he is when he is excited.

He squinted intently at the Semitic camp on the ground, mentally estimating the height and distance, and occasionally issuing adjustments to find the best entry point to make sure that every bomb landed accurately on the Semitic heads.

Too high or too low, too fast or too slow, and de la Torre wanted to make sure that it was a flawless bombing operation that could go down in the textbooks.

"The weather was nice today. It's a good time to kill people and set fires. De la Torre sneered and said slowly: "It seems that the God of Light is very face-saving. ”

The weather was clear, there were no clouds at low altitude, the view was clear and there was a light breeze. There's no better weather to drop a bomb.

The crew members behind Dratore grinned at the same time, their eyes shining fiercely, staring at the Semites on the ground, their hands already itching.

The flight altitude of the Backfire Squadron was reduced to 400 meters, and it flew smoothly over Viji City.

At this time, everyone on the battlefield spotted the Backfire Squadron, and their chubby and round appearance attracted everyone's attention.

Seeing new reinforcements coming, the Ruman soldiers excitedly waved to the backfire squadron overhead.

The commander of the Thor Artillery Brigade, Skope, raised his binoculars and looked at the Squadron of Backfire, which was slowly flying by. He breathed a long sigh of relief and said with a smile: "You kid is finally here." ”

And Orlandini, who was commanding the battle on the other side, sank in his heart, the reinforcements of the Rumans were definitely not a good thing for them Semitics.

There were already twenty-four war fortresses of the Jumans on the battlefield. Twenty-five to be exact, and the undead war fortresses supporting him were all withdrawn due to lack of energy.

Now that the air superiority was completely on the side of the humans, Orlandini felt that he could not wait any longer, and that only by throwing his soldiers into battle and mixing with the Joumans would Jouman's war fortress not dare to attack.

"Attack~!" Orlandini yelled and shouted, "Take Viji City, and the whole army will have a day off." ”

The trumpets blew quickly, and the Semitic soldiers lined up in front of the formation let out a tsunami-like shout. Rush to Viji.

The Backfire squadron flew over the city of Viji at a height of four hundred meters.

De la Torre looked at the Semites who were pouring into the trenches like a tidal wave, smiled mockingly, and said, "Prepare to drop bombs." ”

The belly hatch clicked open to both sides, the crew shook the handle, and the first row of pylons full of bombs moved over the hatch.

The observer pressed his eyes to the scope, his eyes fixed on the center of the reticle.

De la Torre looked left and right. The backfire units all played a solid red signal light, and everyone was ready.

"Little ones, don't throw it on top of Skope's head, that old guy is really going to kill if he gets angry. Glancing at the city of Vizi beneath his feet, de la Torre exhorted with a smile.

The observer, who was aiming with his head down, did not raise his head, but raised his hand and shook his thumb at De La Torre to indicate that there was no problem.

The scope has long been corrected according to the flight speed and altitude of the backfire squadron.

Through the scope. Observers can clearly see the fire and smoke from the shell explosion on the ground.

The crosshairs moved slowly, and the central aiming point crossed the trench and was aimed at the battlefield, where hundreds of thousands of Semitic soldiers were shouting and rushing towards the city of Viji.

In the center of the crosshairs appears the first Semitic soldier.

"Bomb drop~!" the observer shouted.

The bombardier gritted his teeth and pulled down the handle with a "hey".

"Bang". The first bomb left the pylon, began a free-fall motion, and after a second, the second bomb followed.

The bomb shook in the air a few times, and then fell vertically under the action of the center of gravity, and slammed into the ground with a sharp whistling sound.

"It's laying eggs~!"

This is the first thought of all the people on the ground who see the backfire bombardment.

Bombs rained down from the twelve war fortresses, and in the distance, an ominous black spot filled the sky.

The Semitic soldiers stopped in fear and confusion: what the hell did the humans drop from the fortress of war?

Orlandini frowned as he stared at the first bomb that was falling, and he felt extremely uneasy in his heart, as if he had heard of such a thing.

The first one crossed a parabola in the air, swirled, and fell from a height of four hundred meters, and after thirteen or fourteen seconds of flight, it smashed accurately into the middle of the Semitic soldiers who were charging at the front.

The Semitic soldiers were not stupid, seeing that this big guy who fell from the sky was running for himself, the soldiers who were running desperately also hurriedly dodged around.

Within a few dozen meters of the bomb's landing, people ran out as hard as they could like frightened rabbits.

At this point, the bomb fell.

The fuse in the head hit the hard ground, and within a few tenths of a second, the bomb was detonated.

Hundreds of kilograms of explosives exploded.

A bright and dazzling fireball suddenly rose, and the flames swept through the surrounding space of dozens of meters, and rushed into the air at the same time.

Dozens of human bodies that were blown into the sky were clearly visible against the backdrop of orange-red flames.

The soldiers on both sides of the battlefield clearly saw that the soldiers who were wrapped in the fireball of the explosion disappeared, and the Semitic soldiers before the explosion were thrown into the sky like rag dolls and flew in all directions.

A shock wave swept up the dirt on the ground, forming a circle of visible ripples that seemed slow, but in fact spread outwards rapidly.

The Semitic soldiers, who were hit by the white ripple shock, were thrown backwards as if they had been hit by a speeding locomotive.

In an instant, the firelight disappeared, and gray-white smoke rose from the firelight, rolling into the air, forming a black mushroom cloud in mid-air, condensing and persistent.

I don't know what black pieces of something are flying densely in the sky.

The earth was like a huge piece of jelly, which vibrated violently in an instant, suddenly sinked a few centimeters, and then bounced back in an instant.

The Semitic soldiers, who were dozens of meters away from the explosion point, fell to the ground, and only the unbearable sound of the explosion remained between heaven and earth.

The huge sound wave shook their brains, their chests seemed to have been slammed, their ears buzzed, and they lost their hearing in an instant.

The only sound left in the minds of the soldiers who fell to the ground, they were no different from newborn babies at the moment, fear took over all their thoughts, they screamed in panic, but they could not hear their own cries.

Frantically waving his arms, he couldn't even get up, so he could only roll on the ground.

The second bomb exploded dozens of meters away, and another fire that swept the sky exploded, and the ground shook violently again, and the human body that was blown into black fragments was scattered like hailstones.

Eleven more exploded at the same time as the second bomb, and on the wide battlefield, more than a dozen fireballs rose from the Semitic charging army, and then turned into rising flames.

In the rear, Orlandini could clearly see that every black stake hit the ground, and when the fire rose, the soldiers within a diameter of thirty meters were blown away like pieces of paper, and all the soldiers around them fell to the ground, never to get up again, and did not know whether they were dead or alive.

Among the charging Semitic armies, with the thick smoke as the center, large blanks appeared one after another. Like the marks of raindrops on a dry stone face.

But the wet stone face was the flesh and blood of the poor Semitic soldiers.

Orlandini couldn't help but shudder as he watched the blank space, there should have been hundreds of Semitic soldiers there.

But at this moment, there was not a single living person, only the black smoke column that rose into the sky, which did not disperse for a long time.

At this time, the explosion is like a storm of flames and still advancing~!