"Are they crazy? Under such circumstances, they are still attacking desperately!" Outside Village No. 157, the troops commanded by Harold, who had not fought for more than a day, ushered in a new round of enemy attacks.
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The difference from the last time was that this time the opponent seemed to have invested hundreds of people and had a large number of reserves.
The battle entered a fierce stage from the beginning. Harold, who had already prepared for the attack, had to retreat to the 157th village defense line again.
"I don't know if they are crazy, but they are here to die! We can help them!" The sergeant next to Harold leaned on the bunker and shouted loudly.
"Cloud bombs!" Not far from them, in a crater, a soldier who had just finished loading shouted loudly.
He raised the launch tube, put it on his shoulder, and pulled the launch trigger into the distance. A line of white smoke rushed directly into the wheat field in the distance, and then a deafening explosion rang out, followed by a stream of white smoke.
Mushroom clouds rise into the sky.
"Whoosh!" A flying sword burst out of white smoke and directly smashed into a low wall at the edge of the village. The huge force caused the heavy armored grenadiers of the Eilanhir Empire who were shooting behind the low wall to dodge.
All of them were disgraced.
A heavy armored personnel carrier started firing wildly on the other side of the village. Huge shell casings fell next to the tracks one after another, hitting the soft soil and emitting white smoke.
The tracer bullets turned into a fire net, directly covering the attacking position of the swordsmen in white in the distance. There was blood mist everywhere, and there were sparks from the collision of gold and iron.
"Ammunition!" A heavy-armored grenadier shouted loudly after throwing away the magazine on the assault rifle, pulling out a new magazine from his chest, inserting it into the gun body and pulling the bolt.
He only had two magazines left. If he continued to fight with such intensity, he would soon run out of ammunition.
Before the shout could fly very far, it was drowned out by the roar of a series of rocket engines.
The officer lying behind the bunker shrank his neck, and at the same time held down the comrade next to him who wanted to get up and fire: "Smart cluster rockets! Pay attention to concealment!"
Above his head, a series of white smoke quickly passed by, and those huge rockets suddenly disintegrated over the wheat fields and scattered.
The densely packed smart ammunition inside it immediately scattered like flowers scattered by a goddess, directly covering all the targets in the wheat field.
At a height of more than ten meters above the ground, these smart munitions suddenly exploded and exploded directly on the ground, scattering steel ball fragments like raindrops.
For just a moment, the whole wheat field suddenly became quiet after a crackling sound, without any movement at all.
"Whoosh!" After the silence, another flying sword rushed out of the wheat field and hit the outer wall of a crumbling house, leaving a hole the size of a washbasin.
In the wheat field, many swordsmen in white clothes jumped up again and rushed towards the nearby village.
How many times is this attack? No one cares, because from the moment these people arrive here, the main theme here is killing.
A wheeled armored vehicle smashed into the ruins behind it. Before the dust could even scatter, the hatch behind the armored vehicle quickly opened.
The battle puppet robot rushed out of the cockpit with supplies on its back and carried the iron box full of ammunition to the designated location.
The third puppet had just walked a few meters away when it was hit in the head by a flying sword. It fell down weakly, and the ammunition box it was carrying in both hands fell far away.
"Your ammunition!" In the "rain of bullets", a puppet put down two boxes of ammunition filled with magazines, and unloaded a backpack from behind him. The backpack contained magic crystal energy and grenades.
and two individual cloud explosive bombs.
After putting down the supplies, the puppet soldier picked up the assault rifle hanging on his chest, aimed at the target in the distance and pulled the trigger.
In addition to transporting supplies, it also covers targets to replenish ammunition, buy time for the main force, and eliminate the enemy as much as possible.
He opened the ammunition box and hung a magazine on his chest. When the soldiers of the Airanhill Empire's heavy armored grenadiers were preparing for battle, the puppet robot that had been firing was hit by a flying sword.
It became a pile of broken wreckage.
"Thud, tug, tug!" Without even looking at the wreckage around him, the heavy-armored grenadier once again picked up his assault rifle and wildly poured out ammunition at the enemy in the distance.
A flying boat landed on the reverse slope of a small hill several hundred meters away from the wheat field. The flying boat was full of swordsmen in white and poured out of the cabin under the loud shouts of the leading swordsman.
"Help me!" A wounded man lying on the open ground grabbed the fellow doctor who was treating him with his hands full of blood, and cried out in pain.
More of the wounded were unconscious, their white clothes were covered in blood, some had no arms, and some had no legs.
More people had many holes punched in their bodies and were lying there motionless. Only a few people had been bandaged. Outside the makeshift sheds, there were many corpses that had no time to dispose of.
"Ah!" A swordsman in white screamed at the top of his lungs. His right leg was still attached to his body, but the wound was huge and bone-deep. Blood spurted out continuously, even splashing on the people around him.
The white-clothed swordsmen who passed by the wounded had pale faces. Under the urging of the high-level swordsmen, they crossed the small mound and rushed into the wheat field that could no longer be seen as a wheat field.
When they saw the scene in front of them clearly, their faces became even paler: This is not a battlefield, it is clearly hell!
Around the dense craters, there were corpses in white clothes whose original color could no longer be seen. These corpses spread to the front of a small village with only ruins left not far away. Among the corpses, there were some embarrassed swordsmen who persisted in fighting.
The incoming tracer bullets hit the automatic defense flying swords, causing sparks to fly. The swordsmen, who were startled by the sudden attack, joined the battle in confusion.
Another battle broke out suddenly. Behind the white-clothed swordsmen who were shouting and rushing towards Village No. 157, an airship was hit by a missile as soon as it took off. It plummeted into thick smoke and fell into the distance.
of the horizon.
Farther away, on a floating mountain peak, a huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and the surrounding clouds were blown away again, forming a spectacular white ring.