Fokker rushed out of the building where he was, and when he opened the door, he happened to see a cannonball fall on a block not far away.
He could feel that the buzzing sound on the battlefield that day appeared in his ears again, and he witnessed the explosion appearing before his eyes again.
The roof of the building in the distance slowly tilted during the explosion, and finally collapsed under the load.
The block not far away was instantly submerged in the sky's dust, and then a duller sound came rolling in.
It was the sound of buildings collapsing one after another amid the vibrations. It was the sound of despair and destruction!
"Huh..." Amidst the sound of the explosion, a harsh roar suddenly came. Fokker raised his head and frowned to find the source of the noise. Then he saw something like a flying cross above his head.
Flying over quickly.
Of course he didn't know it was an A-10 attack plane, and he certainly didn't know that the wings of that deadly aircraft were filled with dangerous rockets.
Fortunately, the target of the A-10 attack plane was not where Fokker was. The target of the attack was the Crusader military camp outside the city.
Seeing the A-10 attack plane flying over Fokker's head and starting to dive, spraying out streaks of white smoke towards the invisible area outside the city, Fokker felt his whole body shaking.
"Boom! Boom!" As the white smoke shot out and hit the ground, one roar after another came from outside the city in the distance. Explosions came one after another, and it seemed that there were only explosions and firelight in the whole world.
"What... what on earth is going on?" Pushing away an officer of the Crusaders who came over, the Pope walked out of the house, came to the open space, stood next to Fokker and asked.
"This...this is the anger of those 'false gods'..." Fokker replied absentmindedly.
In fact, he no longer thinks that the other party is a false god. If a person with such powerful power is a false god, then the gods believed in by the Holy See may not even be as good as the false gods.
"Huh..." The engine roared, and an A-10 attack plane that had just fired rockets circled in the sky and returned to the battlefield.
It seemed to have chosen its target and began to swoop over the city. Then this strange flying cross began to spray forward straight lines of shining light.
On the ground, where these straight lines hit, wisps of white smoke began to spread forward, spreading all the way to where Fokker and the Pope were.
What's even more frightening is that in the place where the white smoke was rising, even the stones were shattered, and the soldiers screamed and sprayed out blood mist. The men and horses were really thrown into a mess.
"Danger!" Fokker subconsciously scurried away, and the Pope rushed aside without caring about his dignity.
The straight line plowed out by the 30mm caliber GAU-8 cannon installed on the nose of the A-10 attack aircraft passed through the place where Fokker and Pope were standing just now, and continued to extend into the distance.
Fokker's adjutant and two generals from the Holy See, who had no time to dodge, were hit by 30 mm caliber machine gun shells and were naturally reduced to parts.
It was in real parts condition, no exaggeration at all. One person flew out with half of his body, and the other person separated from his body with his head and an arm.
In fact, a piece of intestine flew to the Pope's side, and some of the blood on it even fell on the Pope's robe.
"Ah! Ah!" A general whose knee was smashed was rolling on the ground holding the remaining half of his thigh and screaming. He tried to pick up his foot, but found that the calf above the ankle was gone.
There was minced meat on the ground, and he himself didn't know which piece was from his calf, so he could only rummage there in vain, grabbing a piece from time to time.
The waiter who had just been serving the generals a drink inside couldn't help but start retching when he saw the bloody scene in front of him.
He almost vomited his stomach out, because he really saw a half-body body with the stomach and intestines hanging out. It was so disgusting.
The place that was baptized by the GAN-8 cannon can definitely be described as a mess. The ground is filled with deep pits left by dense armor-piercing bullets, and the targets hit by the dense barrage are left with nothing but misery.
Fokker can be regarded as an old general who has seen strong winds and waves. He has been on the battlefield for so many years and has seen a lot of dead people.
Moreover, he had just been surrounded by drones and bombed in a battle with the Elanthir Empire, so he had seen a lot.
So he was still somewhat immune to the sight before him, and suppressed the feeling of vomiting. He staggered over and helped the Pope up.
"His Majesty the Pope...are you okay?" Fokker asked while waving away the dust surrounding him with his hand.
"They are devils! They are devils from hell! They are not false gods! They are devils who come to destroy this world!" The Pope grabbed Fokker's hand with a livid face and said in an excited tone: "They must be eliminated! They must be eliminated.
Destroy them!"
"Your Majesty the Pope! Your Majesty the Pope!" Seeing some blood stains on the Pope's robe, Fokker nervously supported the Pope, trying to find wounds on his body.
He had seen too many people who were injured on the battlefield but didn't realize it because of nervousness. So he was afraid that the Pope was really injured, or that he was really afraid that the Pope would die here in such a muddle.
You know, the Pope is the only chance for their Rock Empire to win the war! If the Pope were not here, the Rock Empire might have surrendered long ago when facing those powerful gods alone.
Amid his shouts, the Pope finally came to his senses. He looked down and saw the blood on his clothes, and realized that he might really be injured.
But he didn't feel any pain in his body, so he could only touch it with his hands to see if he could feel the wound.
Just as he reached out to touch his body, several soldiers hurried over. They had just seen their general being attacked by the enemy, so they rushed over to help.
Only then did Fokker realize that as a general, he didn't even have a weapon when the enemy was already attacking!
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" he shouted loudly, and then shouted to the gathered soldiers: "Where is my armor? Where is my sword?"
The Pope on the side finally confirmed that he was not injured and that the blood belonged to others. Then he calmed down and shouted to Fokker loudly: "I'm fine! I'm not injured!"