In the Demon Realm, at the Bulkeland Fortress of the Airanhir Empire, a 105 mm caliber howitzer suddenly retreated and ejected a shiny metal shell.
With the sound of clanking metal colliding, the breech of the 105 mm caliber gun automatically opened, revealing the gun barrel inside.
The loader, who had already been waiting with the shell in his arms, almost used his muscle memory to accurately push the shell in his hand into the barrel.
The gunner waiting on the side closed the breech bolt accurately, and then the shooter pulled the gun rope, activating the firing pin inside the gun.
"Boom!" Another cannonball was fired, spinning and flying out of the muzzle with the support of the rifling. Then it flew 10 kilometers away, landed on the outskirts of Withollands, hit the ground and exploded.
Who would have thought that the Airan Hill Army, which was still worried about not having enough missiles before, would now start using medium-caliber howitzers to pay tribute to the origin of magic?
The forward position of the Eilandhill Empire is only less than seven kilometers away from the suburbs of Withollands.
And the field artillery of various calibers of the Airan Hill Empire can already fully cover Withollands!
The old-fashioned large-caliber artillery has a range of more than 20 kilometers, and some even have a range of more than 30 kilometers. They can completely cover Withollands and can stably attack targets near the city center.
The new self-propelled howitzers have a range of more than 30 kilometers. These 155 mm caliber howitzers can easily hit the city center where the enemy least wants to be beaten.
Originally, in order to attack the devil's capital, the Ilanthil Empire assembled its elite troops and built a protrusion for artillery to use.
But now, the Eiland Hill Empire troops on both wings have also penetrated the demon's defense line. They have supplemented the defense line, and even made Whitholans a prominent part of the demon's defense line.
In other words, Witholans is now a frontline city, and one-third of its frontage has been exposed to the threat of direct attack from the Eilanhir Empire.
Every day, countless artillery shells fall on the suburbs and urban areas of this city. The entire city is now filled with plumes of smoke, making the scene look like the end of the world.
There is no intention of stopping the bombardment of Elanshir. Anyway, for an empire, the number of artillery shells bombarding a city is just a drop in the bucket.
What's more, Medeas, the commander-in-chief of the front line of the Airanhill Empire, who was bombarding the area, was near Bulklan, preparing a big gift for the origin of magic.
"Ready! General!" An officer walked up to General Medias, stood at attention, saluted, and reported: "All designated troops are ready for battle!"
"Then let's start!" Medias looked at the map, without even bothering to raise his head, and ordered: "Let the troops use more cluster bombs and less ground-penetrating warheads..."
Medias still had some scruples. After all, the order he received was to ensure that the origin of magic could be captured alive as much as possible, or at least to preserve some of the devil's technical documents.
This is actually a very difficult thing, because the demon is resisting desperately. If you don't use large-caliber artillery to attack the opponent, it is difficult to ensure effective damage.
But Chris asked Medias to command the battle, not to complain. So even if Medias can only dance on the tip of the knife and use the weapon in his hand carefully, he can only do it honestly
Execute the plan.
The use of cluster bombs is one of the last resort reasons: if ground-penetrating bombs are used, it may damage some underground facilities and structures.
By the time any important facilities are really destroyed, the gains outweigh the losses - using coverage attacks instead of focused deep strikes to destroy the enemy's will to resist is the purpose of cluster bombs.
The officer stood at attention and saluted, then turned and walked out. A few seconds later, the 20 rocket launcher regiments stationed near the Bulkerland Fortress removed the canvas from the launch vehicles and began to erect the rocket launchers.
Hundreds of multiple rocket launchers. A single salvo is truly a spectacular sight. What's more, these rocket launchers are all new models with large diameters, and those old models have begun to be returned to the factory for dismantling and decommissioning.
A few seconds later, the erected rocket launcher began to spray out streaks of white smoke in the direction of Withollands. The smoke and dust blown up by the rocket's tail flame instantly flooded the entire rocket launcher position.
Because there were so many positions, the entire Bulkland seemed to be wrapped in a thick fog.
It was like launching a smoke bomb, and the smoke and dust that covered the sky and the sun made all nearby troops see a scene in a fairyland on earth.
A huge mobile fortress full of cannon barrels, seemingly "floating" in the clouds and mist, looks as beautiful as a fairy tale.
It's just that this beauty, in real life, hides blood and killing. Those giant cannon barrels hidden in the smoke and dust, no matter which one is a powerful life-harvesting machine!
Hundreds of rockets scattered in the sky, and the cluster bombs hanging together like grapes in the single body were torn apart by the airflow.
Following their inertia, these cluster bombs finally landed on the west side of the city of Withausen. The explosion flooded the area in an instant.
A poor demon was lying on the battlefield, pressing the long sword in his hand and watching as a ruined position occupied by friendly forces in the distance was submerged in an explosion.
Before he had time to cry for his dead comrades, he discovered that the explosion that swallowed up the ruins seemed to have come to life, quickly spreading towards the place where he was.
With his eyes widened, he ignored his sadness and hurriedly rolled towards the place where he was hiding. But before he could curl up, the explosion that seemed to have life had already covered the place where he was.
The landslides and ground cracks were deafening, the entire earth shook in the explosion, and the entire ruins collapsed in the explosion.
In just a few seconds, the west side of the devil's capital, Withollands, was cleared by thousands of cluster bombs.
When the continuous explosions that shook the earth and the mountains stopped, the surviving demon soldiers struggled to stand up from the rubble and found that there were almost no standing buildings in the city as far as the eye could see.
There were no shouts or cries, because these unlucky survivors could no longer hear any sounds.
There was a buzzing sound in their ears, and they could only stand in the diffuse smoke, covered with dirt and dust on their faces, as if they had lost their souls, standing alone among the rubble, corpses and black blood.