A giant dragon screamed with wings and slowly landed on a open space. Eric jumped off from the back of Ivan's dragon and looked at the magic energy on the head on his head.
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Ivan came over, watched the magical energy, and said, "It looks like ... they have experienced a sinister battle ..."
"Are you embarrassed? If it wasn't for you, I should also witness such a battle!" Erit scolded depressed.
He wanted to fight for human beings once, but he was even more unlucky than Modreir. He missed all the battles. Until now, he did not show his skills.
Behind him, a car painted with a red cross passed bumps, and a jeep that followed behind was tied with two stretchers on it, two wounded people lying on it.
Such a scene makes the place on the edge of this battlefield extremely real, and the cruelty of war seems to be so granted here.
The wounded from the Burkland is everywhere. This huge forty fortune with various artillery, more than 300,000 civilians, is poured by energy or energy impact.
Unbearable.
The occurrence of the ammunition store's explosion has long been surprised. Sometimes the killed officers and soldiers can't even find the body.
Those who can find the corpse may not be luck, because they are dead, and they can no longer be clean.
What's even worse is the wounded without death -many people were blown up with their arms or bombed their legs. Many people were squeezed under the ruins.
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There are more, this is the kind of poor worm that was rescued, but the result was disabled.
After two medical cars filled with wounded, two trucks followed closely behind. The trucks of the truck were filled with light wounded.
These light woundeds were entangled with bandages on their heads, and their arms were hanged by gauze on their chests. They looked curiously with the dragon next to the road, looked at the spectacular wings, and the scales that looked dense.
In the distance, the Burkland on the horizon is still rolling with thick smoke. These thick smoke permeated on the horizon, blocking the farther Weitehaxis.
In the field on the other side of the road, there is a tent that cannot be seen at a glance. I do n’t know if it has just arrived or the troops that have just been removed from the front line are resting in the tent camp.
They hold the lunch box, or hold the newspapers that have just been transported far away, and magazines.
And next to the roadbed between them and the road, the Airans Empire light infantry with a weapon with a weapon is moving forward.
These soldiers were ordered to directly enter Withara, consolidate the defensive position, and replaced those demon servants who were on the front line, so that they could continue to move forward.
The two wings, the Tanks and mechanized infantry divisions of the Airangle Empire are continuing to attack. The armored bridge car put down the steel bridge, and then the tank rushed over the small river with a bow and arrow.
The armored vehicle followed closely, and then the unclear infantry shouted the slogan of the Airangle Empire, filled with the trenches full of the devil's bodies.
Withalis is now surrounded by three sides. The two -winged devil has no way to take over the attack of the Airangle Empire under the field.
More and more Elanshir Empire troops arrived at where they should be, and then they continued to advance, trying to surround the entire Witholans.
They almost succeeded. In two days, they advanced more than 50 kilometers forward. The connection between Withalilan and the demons outside was basically cut off.
If you want to withdraw from the city, or to transport something into the city, you will be hit by the artillery of the Airangle Empire. It is a narrow channel and the death of the devil forces to death.
Perhaps, the Eilanhir Empire reserved such a passage just to allow the demons inside and outside the city to bleed their blood for this dead end.
Because three sides were surrounded, Withalis could no longer find any so -called safe places. There were artillery in all directions. Just after the fire was completed, the fire of the fire there.
The rumbling sound of the cannon does not seem to stop at all. After all, the frontline troops of the Airangle Empire have more and more small -caliber artillery, as well as sufficient artillery shells.
The 120mm caliber mortars are responsible for supporting battalion-level troops in operations, and the 80mm-caliber mortars are responsible for supporting company-level troops in operations. They also fire non-stop, blasting the frontline positions into a mess of smoke.
This is war, a cruel and boring war. After the most exciting battle is fought, what remains is cruelty and bloodshed, as well as death and torture.
There is no longer a terrifying space rift in the sky, and the bombers of the Airanhill Empire once again visited Witholans.
The Air Force seemed to be attached to the bombing of Withallan into a white land. They carried a variety of old -fashioned bombs and threw these outdated ammunition on this battlefield that was about to end.
The explosion struck again, as if to cover the land with a carpet of death. Because the ammunition was exhausted, the devil's anti-aircraft firepower was completely silent, and they could only watch their position being overwhelmed by the explosion.
It was also the first time that strategic bombers flew to such a low place to perform bombing missions. As long as they raised their heads, they could see the bomb bays open on the belly of these bombers, and they could clearly see the bombs hanging inside.
Some high-level demons can even see the rivets on the plane and some gaps in the skin, but what's the use? They don't have the guts to bombard magic into the sky because they are afraid of more and more terrible revenge.
Half of the city was once again submerged in the flames, and the other half was as silent as windless water.
Covered with black flags or lit with incendiary rods, the area controlled by the Elanshir Empire was very safe. The soldiers on the position just felt the slight vibration of the ground under their feet, and looked at the explosion in the distance with cold eyes, sending up black smoke all over the sky.
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In the flames of the explosion, the shadow of the once majestic Demon Temple twisted into a terrifying shape. Because it was too close to the forward position of the Elanthir Empire, it was not hit by the bomb.
The demons there swore to defend this place that seemed not to be desecrated, and used their own lives to withstand the steel rain of the Elanthir Empire.
What they didn't know was that the attack aircraft force dedicated to bombing their place had already taken off from the airport - it turns out that the Airanshir Empire Air Force's bombing may be late, but it will never be absent...