"Two imperial concubines? Are you kidding me?" He crumpled the message into a ball of paper. He frowned and dropped the ball of paper at his feet: "Aren't you putting me on the fire? This is worse than me.
It would be much more serious if our headquarters was hit.”
After saying that, he looked at General Heidikanon beside him: "This is more disgusting than sending a telegram urging us to speed up our attack."
"What's wrong?" General Heidikanon hadn't seen the telegram yet, because it had turned into a ball of paper and rolled not far away.
"Princess Andrea and Princess Vivian will personally lead the troops to attack the Temple of Withausen!" Medias replied fiercely.
"What a horse?" When Heidikanon asked this question, his voice changed his tone. Just by listening to the sound of this word, you can hear various meanings such as disbelief and fright.
"Let the troops on the front line speed up the attack! No matter what difficulties they encounter! Give me 2 hours to advance to the Temple of Witholans!" After thinking for a few seconds, Medias started from Heidicanon.
took over the command from his hands.
He was originally just going to inspect the positions of the First Armored Corps of the Demon Realm Expeditionary Force of the Empire of Elanthir today. When he arrived here, he received this telegram that gave him a headache.
So, of course, this time it was a routine inspection, and the Commander of the Airanhill Empire Expeditionary Force personally went to the front line to supervise the battle.
"Order the military artillery to cancel the rest and immediately start bombarding all areas from H to L! Immediately! Immediately!" Heidi Cannon, who had come back to his senses, also quickly spoke and ordered loudly.
"Hello! I'm Mathias! Yes! Delegate the artillery support authority of Bulkland Fortress to the 1st Armored Corps! Yes! Yes!" Mathias grabbed a phone in front of him and asked to call.
, and ordered directly.
"Hey, hey! Yes, it's me! Is Banner on duty? Is that Louis? Let him answer the phone! Yes! The situation has changed! Send out all the tactical support aircraft you can find, no matter the cost! Attack Withollands
All confirmed ground targets!" The air force liaison officer's hand holding the phone was trembling.
Previously, the Air Force was afraid of losses and almost canceled the bombing of Withollands. But this time is different. Even if they lose 100 aircraft at a time, they must fully support this battle!
Even if half of the frontline air force is wiped out and 1,000 pilots are lost, the battle for Withausland must be ended before the princess arrives at the front line!
Do you still remember the original goal of the Air Force? The one of "beating Vivian"... Now it's just the opposite. "Protecting Vivian" is a task that the Air Force must complete.
The frontline headquarters here was receiving calls one after another, and the first batch of artillerymen over there who had received the task of firing had already begun the attack.
The dull but not distant 155mm self-propelled howitzer began to roar, and one shell after another roared past the sky above the headquarters.
Then, the urban area of Withollands, which had just fallen silent, began to boil again. It was as if the calm water surface was suddenly filled with turbulent waves.
"Boom!" A cannonball landed among the ruins of a building. The rubble tumbled into the air with the explosion, and then broke into more tiny stones and sand that fell down, as if there was a rain of mud.
rainstorm.
Before the fallen soil and rubble fell back to the ground, it was lifted into the air by a new explosion.
The entire land of Witholland was shaking in the explosion. The power of many large-caliber shells when they exploded was no less powerful than an earthquake.
The demonic defenders who were struggling under the shell explosion had no time to breathe a sigh of relief when rockets rained down once again.
This time, these sturdy rockets did not carry those damn cluster bombs. They carried powerful TNT charges in order to destroy the buildings they hit at once.
Hundreds of rockets falling almost at the same time are different from the concept of artillery shells falling. Although the number of artillery shells fired by the frontline artillery of the Airanshir Empire was already comparable to the instantaneous coverage of the rockets.
In just an instant, hundreds of explosions exploded throughout the city, shaking the earth and destroying the heaven and earth.
Under such terrifying cover and running fire, the demon servants wearing thick armor swarmed up and killed the demon defenders who were holding on to the fragile defense line.
The order given to these demon servants is to defeat all enemies in front of them within a few hours, no matter what the cost!
Yes, at any cost! They are no longer fighting alone, behind them, human snipers and mortar units are pressing on.
The sudden climax of this attack caught the demon defenders off guard. They lost their defenses and even suffered large-scale defeats in some places.
The defenders in one block after another were driven away or eliminated, and the soldiers of the Eilanhir Empire could even see the half-collapsed demon temple through the gaps in the ruins.
Next to the ruins of the Demon Factory, which had long been beyond recognition, a demon struggled out of the floating soil. He shook his head and shook off the soil on his head.
Not far away, a Type 99 main battle tank with a remote-controlled weapon station was running over the collapsed outer wall of the factory. Its turret pointed in the distance, and it remained stable without any shaking during the bumps.
The next second, the tank suddenly stopped, and then the steady barrel sprayed out a ball of hot flames.
The sound of the cannon made the demon who had just crawled out of the rubble feel dizzy. He hurriedly dug out his long sword from the soil next to him, then struggled to get up and fled in panic in the opposite direction.
Because of the cover of the reverse slope, he turned around a collapsed corner and saw several of his companions hiding here.
"Where is your lord!" He almost crawled to the front of a veteran, lowered his voice and asked.
"When the shelling started, he told us to hold our position, and then we didn't see him again." The veteran held a Mauser 98K rifle and a long sword at his waist. He looked quite embarrassed: "I don't know.
Run away, or die."
"Then... what should we do?" The demon who finally escaped finally asked nervously.
"What else can we do..." The veteran leaned against the corner and poked half of his head out to glance at the majestic human tank: "Evacuate! Follow this road over there, there is another ruin, there should be ours there.