"Phew-"

Amid the exclamations of countless Falai soldiers, a rapid and piercing air raid siren tore through the sky over Camp Auston, startling countless migratory birds.

"It's an airship!"

"Is Infil crazy? How dare you send an airship?"

In an instant, the prisoner camp was in chaos, and the sounds of ridicule, discussion, and shouting were intertwined into pieces, boiling over the sky.

"Toot-"

The sound of the assembly horns, accompanied by the hoarse shouts of the officers, spread through every corner of the camp.

Countless Falai soldiers hurriedly rushed out of their bunkers, along the trenches, interspersed with advances, and rushed to their respective defensive positions.

"Nine o'clock direction! Anti-aircraft artillery 47 ° elevation ready!"

"Heavy machine guns with 34° elevation angles, damn airships dare to dive and bomb and shoot them all into fireworks!"

Under the orders of the commander, the soldiers at the major fire points were frantically busy.

The high and low machines and the direction machines rotated wildly, and the gun barrels turned around with brushes and brushes, pointing to the sky.

High-explosive shells were filled into the barrels, and the sound of the bolts closing resounded throughout the battlefield!

At this moment, all the Falai soldiers, holding their breath, waited for the approach of the floating airship, and then turned them all into fireworks.

The officers of the Falai command clenched their fists even more excitedly.

I didn't expect to be abandoned to the rear, and there was still a fight?

You can also get credit!

At this point, there was no one to take care of Yarman, who was still tied to the railing.

Yarman looked up in astonishment, only to see floating airships painted with hideous bloody fangs rushing out of the thick clouds.

From the backlit perspective, the hideous livery seems to come to life, as if the demon is chattering and laughing, showing horror!

This is not an imperial airship.

The Reich simply did not have such a model of airship!

Yarman, a mid-level officer at Infil, recognized at a glance that these airships, which had huge pods on their bellies and did not conform to thermodynamics at all, were not Imperial airships.

Who are they?

Could it be...... The air force of the Vaal dynasty?

But how did they fly over such a vast plateau no man's land?

This thought had just popped into Yarman's mind, and these hideous and terrifying airships suddenly sliced through the huge pod in their abdomen, like a terrifying ghost mother, giving birth to a hideous ghost baby.

One by one, the ghost babies and the monsters swooped down on the earth with a smile!

"Damn, it's high-altitude bombing!"

"Cover!"

"Cover!"

In view, what looked like a thrower of black dots caused Officer Falai to let out a hysterical growl.

If what military use is left of the airship?

That's high-altitude bombing!

-- Indiscriminate blind bombing at an altitude of 3,000 meters, which is difficult to reach by anti-aircraft artillery.

However, the cost of this tactical war is too high, the yield is too low, and it is almost on the verge of being eliminated.

Because flying high means that you don't have the right head, and if you want to hit the target accurately, you can only pray for the blessing of the gods.

Often, after a round of bombing, it seems that the earth will be turned into purgatory, but in fact, it will not be able to bomb important strategic targets at all, especially for some pillboxes.

It is better to use an anti-aircraft artillery matrix and a wave of fixed-point bombing.

"Infir are blasphemers!

The Farley officers, who were hiding in bunkers, sneered at their faces.

It can be expected that after this wave of bombardment, the Falai soldiers may have been unscathed, but the Infield prisoners were definitely killed and wounded.

Officer Falai thought of this.

Yarman thought of it too!

As the Farley soldiers retreated into their bunkers, he could only roar madly at the nearby prisoner camp.

"Spread out! Spread out!"

But what is the point of spreading out without bunkers?

For a time, a deep sense of despair and grief filled Yarman's heart.

"No, no, it's not a bomb!"

While roaring, Yarman's pupils suddenly dilated, staring at the aerial bomb.

- As the projectiles got closer to the ground, their appearance was revealed.

That's not a bomb at all, but - a steam car!

Yes, although they were all odd-looking, covered in riveted armor, he recognized them at a glance, they were steam cars.

Is this crazy?

Airdrop steam car?

What steam car can withstand this height of throwing?

In the absurdity of Yarman's face, these crazy falling steam cars, when they were a hundred meters above the ground, suddenly slowed down strangely.

Then in a kind of awkwardness like lifting weight, it slammed into the ground.

"Boom!"

One after another, steam tanks smashed into the Ottoman defense line that stretched for more than ten miles, although they still smashed a depression in the ground, but this kind of impact was obviously within the range of the steam tanks.

One of them smashed down not far from Yarman!

In Yarman's jaw-dropping.

"Boom ......"

The steam tank roared, spewing billowing white steam.

The driving wheels rotate wildly, driving the load-bearing wheels, inducing wheels, and carrier pulleys, and then driving the metal tracks, running over wide trenches, vertical walls, deep water, swamps, steel wire mesh, and sandbag bunkers, just like fearless metal monsters, rampage in a wild howl, rushing towards the Falai camp!

"Fire, fire, fire, free fire!"

The Falai soldiers, hiding behind sandbag bunkers, were stunned!

It took a while to react, and at the sound of the officer's order, the Falai soldiers set up crane guns and frantically poured a metal storm!

"Dangdang!"

Projectiles that were enough to blast the werewolf into flesh foam were shot at the 6 mm armor, and before the kinetic energy was fully released, it was riveted into the armor bevel, discharging half of the kinetic energy.

The projectile can only be unwilling, ejecting in all directions.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The rapid-fire guns on the tanks roared, flames erupted from the muzzles, and the chatter of infantile projectiles roared into the Falai heavy machine gun camp.

"Boom ......"

In an instant, in the sudden explosion of flame mushrooms, metal parts accompanied by flesh and blood residues flew in all directions, sprinkling the battlefield!

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Several rapid-fire guns from the Falai position opened fire on the tanks.

"Boom!"

Under the unloading force of the inclined riveted armor, the rapid-fire projectile can only leave a fist-sized depression on the riveted surface of the dealer and a concussion, and has no other effect.

And the exposed rapid-fire artillery positions were immediately fired by four or five tanks!

——Under the aggregation of the big data of the Internet prophecy Godhead, all the exposed rapid-fire guns, heavy machine guns, and howitzers were all located and marked and presented on the virtual screens of the crew members of major tanks.

Therefore, it was naturally swept away by all the tanks at the first time!

"Dada......"

The sound of artillery resounding in the sky muffled the howling machine guns on the steam tanks.

They are the reapers of life!

Wherever the steam tank goes, life is like weeds, all of them are lying down, and in the face of the steam tank that can be called the Iron King Eight, no matter how powerful the werewolf is, he can only be crushed!

It's all a killing!

"No—"

"Mom!

"I'm going home!"

"God, help me—"

The Falai soldiers collapsed, and more and more soldiers dropped their weapons, fled frantically, or shrank in their bunkers.

However, the cessation of resistance will only bring a more tragic fate.

For a time, screams, wails, and pleadings resounded through the Ottoman line!

"Boom !!"

Sore-white steam roars, magic steam engines roar, rapid-fire cannons spew death, machine guns howl and rain bullets to harvest life.

The metal tracks ran over the sandbag corpses, and they were scorching on the battlefield, showing off their might!

At this moment, flesh and blood are weak, and steel is eternal!

Yarman was utterly horrified.

The pain and weakness of the body, gradually peeled off.

He stared blankly at everything around him, and the war unfolded in front of him in a way he had never imagined, completely subverting his decades of military literacy and worldview!

Under incessant artillery fire, his soldiers tore through the metal fence and rushed out to free him.

A group of people hid in the nearest trench, shivering and their minds blank.

After some time, a tank suddenly straddled the trench where they were hiding, but it came to an abrupt stop.

In Yarman and the soldiers, their hearts instantly lifted!

In the midst of nervous fear, they could even see the stump stuck in the metal track.

"Squeak!"

Huge metal bumps, making a mechanical grinding sound.

They were greeted not by the muzzles of the guns, but by the wide open round hatches.

I saw an Infir soldier show his head and crawl out.

Half-hanging from the tank, he stretched out his palm to them.

"I'm Infield Engineer and Maurice of the 0174 Squad of the National Boat-01 Formation, do you want to join us and set foot in the Falai Dynasty?"

Yarman was stunned.