"Would you like to take a look too?" Handing a very delicate telescope to the old swordsman next to him, the commander of the Elanthir Empire asked with a smile.
The old swordsman swallowed, took the object with some embarrassment and didn't know its purpose, and then imitated the officer's behavior and placed it in front of his eyes.
Then, he saw that in the eyepiece with the focus distance marked, the clear enemy position was right in front of him.
It was a really clear picture. He could even see the blast of air caused by the shells, blowing away the weeds and messy things on the ground.
Putting down the telescope in his hand, the old swordsman rubbed his eyes, picked up the telescope and looked at it again, and then forgot to put down the treasure in his hand again.
This is a really good thing. Although I can't understand what those strange numbers mean, the clear picture is really real.
Some of the other female swordsmen were already pale at this moment. Most of them had not seen a tragic battle, so they were somewhat uncomfortable facing such a scene.
In the eyes of these swordsmen, the battle is not so cruel. Even if the winner is determined and the body dies, it will not be such a terrible scene.
Now, right in front of them, a huge explosion almost lifted the earth, and the terrifying air waves collided in the sky, mixing together like a meat grinder.
In just an instant, the originally calm positions began to boil like boiling water. While these places were still in chaos, the attack of the Eilanhill Empire had already begun.
In the simplest form of infantry-tank coordination, in fact, puppet robots cannot perform too complicated coordinated attacks. These puppet soldiers holding weapons followed the tanks that rolled over the hillside while pulling the triggers in their hands.
of open fire shooting.
Tracer bullets began to fly everywhere, and the entire battlefield was filled with flames. Then the machine guns began to roar, and a net of fire enveloped the place where the swordsmen in white were stationed.
"Whoosh!" A flying sword flew out of the fire net composed of tracer bullets, and penetrated an advancing puppet robot like a rainbow.
Then, the flying sword went around in a circle, smashing another puppet, and then roared back to the ground where it rushed out.
There is a bomb crater there. Obviously, there should be a swordsman hiding in the crater. He controls his flying sword to attack the puppet robot attacking from the front.
The hit puppet robot fell on its back, and then more puppet robots filled the gap here.
Countless puppet robots aimed their weapons at the crater, and the bullets hit the edge of the crater, sending up a cloud of white smoke.
Inside the slightly shaking tank, a puppet robot pulled out a shell from the ammunition rack and pushed the shell marked as a grenade into the barrel.
Then, he closed the breech block, and the gunner's puppet on the other side of the breech block pressed the button and started to rotate the turret.
The turret of this M4 tank began to rotate clockwise amidst the hum of the motor, and soon the slender tank gun barrel was pointed at the crater bunker in the distance that was filled with white smoke.
"Boom!" The gunner's puppet stepped on the firing pedal, and the barrel of the M4 tank sprayed out a ball of flame. The huge recoil made the tank tremble, but everything returned to normal afterwards.
"Boom!" Almost at the same time, the shell directly hit the edge of the crater, where it exploded. Black smoke billowed into the sky, and countless pieces of gravel fell from the sky.
The swordsman in white who was hiding in the crater screamed and covered his face and shrank back to the bottom of the crater. The surrounding puppet robots held weapons and walked step by step to the vicinity of the crater.
Obviously, the swordsman in white who has been locked in position has no chance to escape. He may continue to persist and kill many puppets, but there is no possibility of escape.
"Okay, okay?" Finally, the old swordsman who had been staring at the battlefield seemed to have thought of something, looked at the officer beside him, and asked.
He felt that the downtrodden swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword Shen Sect were really miserable. If the battle he faced was like this, he might not be able to survive even a day.
So, he spoke, and while putting down the telescope, he continued: "Should we, should we set off?"
"Don't worry! It's not time for you to show up yet." The officer from the Airanhill Empire waved his hand and made a calm gesture: "Do you still remember the order of the tasks?"
The officer emphasized: "The combat meeting is a very important communication link. Please remember the battle plan well next time... If it is messed up, it will affect your own survival rate. Do you understand?"
He spoke extremely seriously, which also made the female swordsmen behind him feel a little embarrassed: "The arrangement for the previous battle was... like this: after weakening the opponent's defense, the propaganda team will carry out rebellion propaganda on this position.
The purpose is to undermine the opponent's will to resist. We will use mortars to project printed leaflets, and then use drones to broadcast propaganda simultaneously."
"Now, the leaflets dropped by the mortars have not been distributed. If you go up, won't you be attacked by the opponent?" The officer said, focusing on the word "attack by the opponent".
"Ready! Release!" Not far away, the mortar unit that had been waiting for a long time began to attack at this time.
Their cannonballs are special and modified. These cannonballs will not explode, but will scatter in the sky and turn into falling pieces of paper.
On these pieces of paper, there were printed words asking the opponent to surrender immediately. These words were all Chinese characters, and most of them were proofread by people from the Tianjian Shenzong.
"Look, it's almost done now." Seeing the colorful leaflets dancing with the wind on the opponent's position, and falling bit by bit to the position of the men in white, the leading Airanhill Empire officer was very satisfied.
nodded.
"Harold! It's your turn!" The officer looked at the man wearing a strange armor and holding a helmet. He pointed to the distance and ordered: "Take your people and cover these disciples of the Nine Nether Sect.
Twenty prisoners come back!”
He could not guarantee that every prisoner would surrender, so he had to capture twice as many prisoners to ensure that he could complete the mission.
For the Elanshir Empire, it is not actually a problem how many prisoners to capture and how to capture them. The real question is: what can these prisoners do.
